Falling for the Billionaire Wolf and His Baby
(Blood Moon Brotherhood Series, Bk #1)
By Sasha Summers
Blurb:
When Jessa Talbot’s boss offered her a promotion, she agreed—no questions asked. Her family needed the money, but fighting the attraction she feels for her brooding employer is tough. Worse, she instantly bonds with his infant son she’s caring for. But this is a temporary solution and she can’t get attached to either of them.
Finnegan Dean is cursed. He’s a nicely dressed monster, the wolf inside always looking for a way out. But there are two things he and his wolf agree on. They must protect baby Oscar and Jessa—his mate. While the wolf hungers to seal their bond, Finn fights the instinct. After all, if he really cares for her, he’d never doom her to the life he lives.
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Excerpt
“Congratulations, you’re the father.” Hollis sounded like
he was announcing time of death, not the birth of a child.
Finn stared blindly out the window, anger and frustration
warring with utter disbelief. “You’re sure?” He couldn’t keep the razor-sharp
edge from his voice. Hollis was just the messenger—one of the few people Finn
could trust, one of the few that stood by him no matter what. He was the
asshole who knocked up a long-forgotten one-night stand. How was the question.
He was always careful. Extra careful when it came to sex. He had to be. “I met
her four months ago, Hollis. Are you sure?” His grip on the phone tightened.
“I’m sure it’s yours. A full-term, healthy baby. I can’t
guarantee much more.” Hollis’s voice remained calm, almost detached, as always.
“Cara didn’t make it. She has no family, no one to challenge custody of the
baby.”
Cara. She’d been so full of life, so hungry for the next
big adventure. What they’d shared had been fast and furious. When they’d
parted, it had been on good terms, no expectations or regrets. How could she be
dead?
Hollis’s words grabbed his attention. “Looking at the
body—I’m not sure what happened.”
“So, not a car accident?” Finn had wondered. Guilt and
sadness kicked him in the gut.
“That would be the easy explanation. One that will be her
official cause of death.”
“But?”
“But I think there’s more to it.” Hollis sighed. “There’s
always more to it when we are involved. I’m going to have a look at her
records, see what needs to be taken care of. I hate to point this out but…this
isn’t going to go over well with the others.”
“No shit,” Finn growled. “It’s not exactly making my day,
either.” Hollis hadn’t said it, but Finn knew the truth. Cara’s death was on
him. His fucking fault.
“No, I don’t imagine it is.” He paused, the silence
loaded until he added, “As unfortunate as that is, he can’t stay here.”
“He?” Finn repeated, his brain already assessing damage
control.
“Your son,” Hollis finally snapped. “This is dangerous,
Finn.”
Because there was nobody or nothing like his…son. This
boy could jeopardize everything they’d been striving for the last ten years.
Words wouldn’t come. His son. He might be a baby now, but what the hell would
he become? What would he be capable of? Self-loathing, hot and bitter, flooded
Finn’s mouth.
“Jesus, Finn, are you listening?” Hollis paused. “He
can’t stay in the hospital. I’ve been handling tests, all his bloodwork, but I
can’t be here twenty-four seven. You must come get him. He’s your
responsibility.”
Hollis was right. And there wasn’t a single thing he
could do about it. “Fine.” The word was clipped.
“Today,” Hollis added.
Meaning Finn needed to work faster on finding help. The
initial call from Cara’s agent the night before had given him a heads-up, but
he’d known the kid wasn’t his. It had been too soon, an impossibility. Now… He
ran a hand through his hair, wanting to hit something. “Give me ‘til noon. I’ll
be there.” He sat in his tall-backed leather chair, slammed the phone onto the
desk, and pressed his fingers to his temples.
What the fuck was he supposed to do? Babies weren’t
dogs—you couldn’t put them in a kennel for the day. He wasn’t equipped for
this. His assistant, Marjorie, had pulled employee files for him last
night—right before she’d quit. And this time, he didn’t think she was coming
back.
He’d met with two of the three assistants he deemed
acceptable this morning. Neither was suitable. Nor did they act as if they
could deal with the sort of surprises that might come with this baby.
Contestant number three was his only hope. It’s not like he could just call a
nanny service, not yet. He’d have to wait a month. If this baby… He sighed,
rolling his head and easing the tension in his neck.
Hollis was right – this was dangerous for them. Too many unknowns, too many variables, to turn over to a stranger.
Hollis was right – this was dangerous for them. Too many unknowns, too many variables, to turn over to a stranger.
About The Author
Sasha Summers grew up surrounded by books. Her passions have always been storytelling, romance, and travel. Whether it's an easy-on-the-eyes cowboy or a hero of truly mythic proportions, Sasha falls a little in love with each and every one of her heroes. She frequently gets lost with her characters in the worlds she creates; forgetting everyday tasks like laundry and dishes. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and helpful.
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