Baby, it's cold out. 

Nine months ago, I hooked up with the funniest, hottest, most amazing woman.

It was supposed to be a vacation fling.

She'd broken up with her ex.

I don't do commitment.

I was totally cool with "what happens in the skiing lodge, stays in the skiing lodge."

And damn, did a lot happen.

All over the place.

In all kinds of positions.

Over and over again.

I was stupid to agree to her rules.

Stupid to let her go.

Then I see her walking down the fairy-lit street, a couple of weeks before Christmas.

Our eyes meet and the chemistry is still hot enough to melt snow. She's even more gorgeous than I remember.

She's radiant.

I've got a bulge bigger than Santa's package, and all I want for Christmas this year...

Is her.

I'm not letting her go again.

So what if she doesn't believe in love?

So what if I've never "done" commitment. One look into those big blue eyes and I know she wants me too. 

We end up in the ER on Christmas Eve along with a few dozen drunks. But I'm sober as a judge when the doctor tells me, "She's in labor."

***This twist on the Secret Baby trope is an emotionally sweet, occasionally steamy debut novel with no cliffhangers, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. I hope you enjoy listening to it as much as I enjoyed writing it!***