by Tia Siren
Table of Contents
Title Page
Personal Note
The Daddy Dilemma
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Epilogue
The Billionaire’s Baby
Daddy To Be
Man Candy
Sneak Peak: The Baby Plan
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Personal Note
Hey bad girl,
I love writing baby stories for you. It’s probably because my own kids mean the world to me.
Brock and Ashley’s story will take you away to a special place full of love and passion. There’s even a secret baby!
And once you finish, you’ll just want to continue reading.
So I’ve included 3 bonus novels for you: The Billionaire’s Baby, Daddy to Be and Man Candy. So much romance in one book. :-)
So go on. Spoil yourself.
xx
Tia
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The Daddy Dilemma
I’m Gordonville’s own runaway bride – but I never thought Brock would ever want me back.
And now that I’m coming home, there’s so much I need to tell him.
Will he ever forgive me so that my son can have his daddy?
Brock:
Ashley left me standing at the alter six years ago like a jackass, and then skipped town.
All I’ve thought about ever since is getting even.
F*ck me if she had her reasons.
And now that she’s returned, the least she can do is tell me what happened.
There’s no f*cking way I’ll ever take her back in my arms.
It’s too late for that.
But one look at her and my head’s flooding with memories of the good ol’ times.
I’m tempted to make her regret ever having left.
Kiss her all over.
Touch her where it makes her legs shake.
Make her scream out my name.
But there’s just one thing I gotta know.
The kid she brought back with her… is he mine?
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Chapter 1
Ashley
No. This couldn’t be happening. I had to be stuck in a dream—no, a nightmare. I was convinced I would wake up and everything would go back to normal. I could resume my regularly scheduled life and forget it had happened. I closed my eyes, willing it away, took a deep breath, and then opened them again.
It didn’t work. I was still standing in my office, my phone in my hand, and life still sucked.
My world felt as if it had tilted with that one phone call. Everything looked duller, as if a wand had been waved and all the life had been zapped away. I looked down at the phone in my hand. My sister’s name was still on the screen. It wasn’t a nightmare. It was real. The phone in my hand was the evidence.
I stared down at Leslie’s name. A picture of her smiling face with her two daughters squeezed in close was saved in the contact information. I loved that picture, but now it would always haunt me. Her face would always remind me of that moment everything had changed. It all seemed unreal. My dad was sick. Very sick. Leslie begged and then demanded that I get my ass home to help get things sorted out. Not only was dad sick, but he was losing his farm, my family home.
Leslie, being the oldest, had taken the role of mother to me, my other sister, and my brother. She was thirty-two, six years older than me, but very mature. Our mother had died when we were young, and Leslie had stepped into the role as our pseudo-mother. I was the baby of the family, and they all made sure I knew it, which was why I lived in New York and stayed as far from that small-town life as I could possibly get.
Looked like I had to go. I had to get back to West Virginia. My dad needed me. I looked around my small office filled with framed magazine covers and various awards. My pictures were starting to gain national attention, but all of that would have to be put on hold. I had to go home. The thought scared me to death, but it had to be done. I would have to face down the people from my small hometown. It had been six long years since I had been back. No more running. As my dad would say, it was time to face the music.
Taking a seat at the desk, I opened my laptop. My full calendar was something I was proud of. I was booked, which meant I was doing great. Now I had to cancel all the jobs I had worked so damn hard to schedule.
I picked up my phone, dialed the first client, and prepared myself. “Good morning, Janice. This is Ashley Parks, the photographer. I’ve had a family emergency come up and I need to see if we can do your shoot tomorrow instead of Monday.”
I waited while she checked with her manager, my stomach rolling. Thankfully, she came back quickly.
“Sure, Ashley. He says that works fine. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much, Janice. I really appreciate it,” I told her, releasing the pent-up breath I had been holding.
I hung up, made the note in my calendar, and repeated the process. Some jobs I had to cancel all together or push to the end of the month. I knew I was committing career suicide, but I didn’t have a choice. Anna would be thrilled. We had always been competitive, I think because we were so close in age, she being a year older than me. We were exactly thirteen months apart and my dad always called us Irish twins. Anna had always been jealous of me and hated it when I received an accolade for anything. It was as if she wanted me to fail.
It was almost three by the time I finished clearing my calendar for the next two weeks. I hoped everything would be taken care of by then so I could resume my life in New York City. My day was done. The bonus of working for myself was the freedom to set my own hours. It made it much easier for me to work around Jasper’s schedule. Being a single mom was tough business, and finding daycare wasn’t easy. This year had been great. He had started school, which meant free daycare!
I pulled into the pick-up lane and waited my turn to collect my son.
“Hey, buddy!” I said when he climbed in the back seat.
“Hi, Mom,” he said, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
“How was school?”
He shrugged. “It was okay. Randy picked his nose—again.”
I bit back a laugh. The tragedies of kindergarten were rough. Jasper was a smart boy and often had trouble coping with other kids his age. He preferred playing in the dirt or searching for rocks over coloring. He wasn’t the kid that wanted to race around the playground playing tag or just being silly. He would rather watch documentaries than cartoons. He was a serious child. I often wondered if that was a product of his genes or the way I was raising him. I hoped it was the first. I didn’t want to think I was responsible for turning my child in
to a loner. He was an old soul. It made me a little sad he was so grown up before his time but very proud as well.
I pulled out of the school parking lot and headed for my loft in Brooklyn. I couldn’t quite afford to live in the city, but I hoped to continue to grow my business and one day have an apartment there or maybe a house outside the city. A house was what my boy needed, but I loved the idea of living close to work. I loved the hustle and bustle of the city, too. It always made me feel so alive. In other ways, I knew it was probably not the best place to raise a little boy.
“Guess what?” I said, infusing excitement I didn’t feel into my voice.
“What?”
“We’re going to go see my dad, your grandpa.”
“We are!?” He sounded very excited. He clapped his hands, the movement sending his glasses down his nose again. “I can’t wait! Are we going to see his farm?”
“Yep. I need to get some things taken care of and then we’re going to take a plane ride. Won’t that be fun?”
“What about school?”
Crap.
He only had two days left before they were out for the summer. Leslie could wait a couple days. Plus, that would give me time to squeeze in a couple more jobs. Photography was far more than snapping a picture. Nowadays it was all in the editing and giving the client a final product they absolutely loved with the help of a little digital magic.
“We’ll go after school’s out,” I told him, a little embarrassed that my five-year-old had to remind me of my basic responsibilities. I’d been in a bit of a panic when my sister dropped her bombshell on me and was ready to drop everything and run home to help my daddy. I was still reeling from the shock of hearing my father was seriously ill.
I was not looking forward to the task of packing up. I was really not looking forward to showing my face in my hometown. It held nothing but bad memories. Well, not all bad, I thought, looking in the rearview mirror and seeing my son. He was my life, my light, my reason for getting out of bed and trying so hard to become a successful photographer.
Once we were settled at home, I instructed Jasper to pick up his dirty clothes so I could get them washed. I had to get the laundry done so we would have clean clothes to take. I didn’t want to show up at my dad’s front door with bags of dirty laundry. Then it was figuring out what to pack and what to leave. I was hoping our trip would be wrapped up within two weeks, but if it went longer than that, I wanted to be prepared.
I sat down and started to make a list of everything I needed to do before we left, like stop the mail and pay bills.
Janna. I needed to call Janna and let her know I was going out of town and wouldn’t be working. My business partner was also my best friend, which made these kinds of situations much easier.
“Hey,” I said when she answered the phone on the second ring.
“What’s up? I got a call you canceled a shoot. Is everything okay?”
I sighed. “Actually, no, which is why I’m calling. It-it’s my dad. I have to go out of town for a couple weeks. I’m going to get as much done before I leave this weekend, but I had to cancel some gigs and shake up the entire schedule for the month. I have a few jobs that need editing, but I will make sure everything’s done. I’ll have my computer and can work on some of the other edits while I’m there.”
“I’m sorry, Ashley,” she said in a somber tone. “Are you okay?”
Fighting back tears, I tried to control my voice. “Yes. No. My sister said he started another round of chemo last week. He’s handling it well, but if this round doesn’t work—”
I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t say what I feared the most. My mouth went dry and my tongue felt thick.
“Take the time you need. Your dad needs you. I hate cancer,” she mumbled.
I scoffed. “Me too. He’s so young. I remember back when I thought thirty was old. He’s only fifty-eight. That feels so young to me. He isn’t even old enough to retire,” I said, shaking my head at the unfairness of life.
“He is young, which is a good thing in this case,” she pointed out.
“Yes, and he is fairly healthy otherwise and active, or was anyway.” I sighed. “I don’t think it’s right,” I whined. “The universe can’t take both my parents. Not yet. It’s so not fair.”
“Oh, sweetie. Think positive. Prostate cancer has a very good survival rate. Your dad caught it early. Go. Go spend some time with him. You’ll feel better once you see him; I know it. We all need to go home at some point. It strengthens us, reminds us of who we are and where we came from.”
“Thank you. I’ll be in touch. Please, if any of the clients call you, pass along my apologies. I called everyone and sent emails, but just in case someone misses the message. I am counting on you and your charming ways to save any clients that want to drop us.”
“Take care of yourself and that handsome little man,” she said with a smile in her voice. “I’ll take care of things here. No one can say no to me.”
“I hope so,” I said before hanging up.
Janna was very fond of Jasper and I knew he loved her, too. He considered her his aunt. In many ways she was more of an aunt than Leslie or Anna. She was an important person in my life, and I felt very fortunate to be able to call her my friend.
I walked into Jasper’s bedroom and smiled. He hadn’t gotten far on picking up his clothes. He was seated on the floor, his box of rocks open in front of him. I made a mental not to put the box in my carry on. Jasper would freak out if the airline managed to lose our luggage with his precious rocks in it.
As I watched him, my heart lurched. He looked so much like his daddy. His dark brown hair was due for another haircut. It was thick, just like his father’s. My own blond hair was wispy and thin. He looked up at me, those bright blue eyes shining behind his glasses. Yep, he was his daddy through and through. There was no denying who had fathered my son.
Going back home meant my secret would be out. I was dreading how it would all go down. Deep down, I was happy to be getting everything out in the open. It had been a long time coming. Carrying around a secret of this magnitude for so long had been taxing. My family had always been pissed about me refusing to bring Jasper home, but I think they knew why. They probably thought I was a coward, but I didn’t care. Maybe I was. I didn’t want to deal with my past. But that was all about to change.
I watched Jasper a little longer and wondered how his father would react when he saw his son for the first time. I didn’t really have to wonder though. I knew. He would be furious. The next two weeks were going to be difficult for more than one reason. I prayed I had the strength to deal with it all.
Chapter 2
Brock
I knew this would happen. I had done this with the intention of triggering a violent, angry response, but now that I was faced with the reality of my choices, I was nervous. Nervous and excited and furious, if it was possible to feel all those things at once. This deal was the culmination of years of hard work fueled by the need to seek revenge. I knew it wasn’t healthy, but I didn’t care.
Ashley was coming home. It had been six years since she’d left me standing at the altar like a jackass. Six years since I had seen her or even spoken with her. I had tried to contact her those first few weeks after she disappeared, further adding to my humiliation. I was sure she’d gotten a good laugh at my expense. Once I figured out she was gone for good, I gave up. She left me an empty, bitter man—a man I didn’t like most days.
Now I knew she was going to blow into town just like she’d blown out. Would she even bother to reach out? Would she be too ashamed to look me up? Or maybe she thought she was too good for me now that she’d made a life in the big city. I wasn’t sure if she kept tabs on what happened back here, but I hoped she knew how successful I’d become.
I smiled. If she didn’t, she would soon enough. That was a given. I expected her to reach out with her claws fully extended and try to rip my head off. Good. That was exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I wante
d to make her miserable. I wanted her to suffer like she had made me suffer. When the opportunity to hurt her arose, I had jumped at the chance. She owed me. I owed her for taking off and leaving me like she did.
It was petty, but I didn’t care. I was still pissed. My last girlfriend had accused me of still being hung up on Ashley Parks. I’d vehemently denied it, but she hadn’t believed me. According to her, you could only hate someone the way I hated Ashley if there were still feelings there. I scoffed. Oh, there were feelings all right, but love wasn’t one of them.
For too long, I had been known as the guy who had snagged the youngest Parks girl. Back in the day, that had been a big deal. The Parks were somebodies. They had a big farm and each of the kids was gorgeous and knew it. They had been all high and mighty, but now look at them.
I ignored the twinge of guilt that crept in. I would not feel guilty for what I was going to do.
Times had changed, and I was the big guy in town now. I had scraped my way to the top and now Ashley would have to deal with me. I liked Tanner Parks, but I liked the idea of making money and sticking it to Ashley even better.
As I paced my large office, I glanced down at the drawings before me. The plans—plans that would transform Ashley’s family farm into high-priced condos—were spread across the solid oak desk. I smiled, imagining the look on her face when she saw the bulldozers roll onto the property and flatten the family home. The fields of corn and tomatoes would be razed.
I would not feel guilty. The housing was needed. Our small town was growing and people needed somewhere to live. I was only doing my civic duty by providing homes for our newcomers. I didn’t think any of us locals had ever imagined our small West Virginia town becoming the place people wanted to live. People who were fleeing cities in the hopes of finding the idyllic small-town life with big-city amenities would be flocking to my new condos.
“Helen?” I called out my open office door.