Beaumont Creek Series

There are worse things than turning 40. However, I can’t seem to evade the worry of my biological clock, and my fear that time is running out. I’ve always wanted to be a mother, and with each passing day, there is a greater chance that might be a dream of mine that will never come true.

The first rule of dating as a single mother should be: Don’t date your son’s teacher. The second rule should be: Don’t let your past hold you back from your future. But when the gorgeous, much-too-young-for-me single dad moved to town, I found it impossible to avoid his advances. Especially when my sister and her husband gave him an open invitation to our weekly family dinners

What’s tall, handsome, with a devilish smile and piercing blue eyes? My best friend’s older brother that was completely off-limits. It wouldn’t be such a problem to avoid Jack (and the butterflies he causes to swarm in my belly), except that he was constantly in my space. Or maybe I was in his? It was hard to tell since I was now working for his family. Either way, we were both adults and knew how to resist temptation.

Jones and I hadn't been dating long enough to throw the L word around, yet it flowed off my tongue so easily, just like everything when it came to him. Our chemistry was off the charts from the very first touch, nearly setting things on fire as often as the ones he set in the kitchen when he cooked.

Slipping in the shower and breaking my ankle wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened to me. No—that would have to be reserved for being rescued by none other than the one person in the entire world I cannot stand. I thought it was bad enough having to work with Dr. Dickhead during my clinical rotations, but now he’s determined to make my life a living hell by forcing me to stay with him until I’m literally on my feet again.