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Surrogate
mother, Sheri O’Connor, loves her adorable twins. Since the donor
parents were killed before their birth, she’s gladly taken on the
responsibility to raise them herself. When their Chilean Uncle,
Miguel Rivera, arrives with no warning, expecting to take them back
to his country, she unravels and coldly informs him that isn’t
going to happen. After all, they were her eggs used in the In Vitro
process. Consequently, her claim supersedes anyone else’s. Never in
a million years does she dream that the South American heartstopper
wants her babies so much that he will force her to marry him by
threatening to withhold the money she needs for an operation for her
tiny son.
Miguel
knows women aren’t to be trusted. Didn’t his devious fiancé give
him up for dead and marry someone else while he spent months being
held hostage in the jungles of Columbia? If his mother hadn’t
brought a team to save him and end up getting shot during the rescue,
he wouldn’t be alive. Therefore, if the only thing that can help
his Mamacita from succumbing to her wounds is to adopt his dead
brother’s surrogate children, then he will do anything to see that
happen. Even marry the ditzy blonde whose saving grace, beside her
gorgeous body and beautiful face, is her absolute devotion to her
babies.
Excerpt:
Scandalized, it took
Sheri a few moments to grasp his meaning. The lunatic wanted to buy
her babies. “What?” She jumped up and loomed over him, her face
turning downright mean. “You can stick your claims where the sun
doesn’t shine, mister. Those are my babies. Not only was Mary-Anne
like a sister to me, she also used my eggs during the In Vitro
process. Therefore, I have a much stronger claim than yours.” The
word ‘claim’ coated in venom exploded. “Any judge would grant
me custody, particularly if you tried to remove American babies from
this country without a birth parent’s permission.”
“You
are their genetic parent?” He choked on the last word.
“Yes.”
Unmistakable pride rang in her tone.
“Please.
Sit down.” His voice, steel encased in velvet, ordered, while at
the same time soothed. He patted the sofa next to him in vain. “Even
so, correct me if I’m wrong. Weren’t you a surrogate mother for
my brother? At the beginning, you had to know you’d be giving the
babies away to their rightful parents. Yes?”
“Yes,
but—”
“Look.
You’re a single woman in acutely reduced circumstances, if the
disreputable neighborhood you live in is any indication. Your home is
a small apartment..” His chin jutted out as if he’d lost the
ability to speak coherently. “Aye yai yai! Is this all you want
for Felipe’s offspring? They deserve their birthright. It’s vital
for them to be brought up in the land of their Papá.” He stood and
moved in close. This was clearly an intimidation technique.
“It’s none of
your business where I live. I have friends to help me, and when
Felipe’s partner buys out his half of their In Vitro clinic, we’ll
have enough money to move into a small house. Understand this Miguel
Rivera. I will never give up my babies. Never!” As she hissed the
last word, her hand slashed in front of his face, coming pretty darn
close.
He
trapped it between both of his and proceeded to caress her gently.
Quivers worked their way up her arms, bypassing her common sense, and
exploded in the pit of her stomach.
Desires,
dormant for the last few years, suddenly awoke and invaded her body.
Pleasurable surges overflowed. The kind she hadn’t experienced
since she’d been a teenager making out with the horny love of her
life. Without forethought, she glanced up and saw his eyes glued to
hers. The heat she saw shocked her and became too hot for her to
handle. Instead, she looked down at their locked fingers.
“Querida,
calm yourself. I had no way of knowing you were the true mother of
the babies. When Felipe phoned me at the start of the pregnancy to
tell me that you had agreed to surrogate for them, he mentioned
nothing about this not being their own child.”
Yanking
her hands from his, she crossed her arms to hide her trembling and
flopped back onto the sofa. “Felipe never knew. Mary-Anne made me
swear to keep it a secret. Your brother was determined to have a
baby. Even though he knew my friend’s injuries from an accident in
her teens would make her chances slim-to-none that she would ever get
pregnant, he persuaded her to undertake all the tests. Mary-Anne
agreed to go along, but only if we could use a clinic other than the
one he owned.”
He
frowned. “Sneaky.”
“No. Protective.
She knew how much a baby meant to him, and it was her dearest wish to
make him happy.” Tears gathered and a sob broke down Sheri’s
restraint. “Now see what you’ve gone and done. You’ve made me
cry. I hate crying.”
His
eyes widened. “Please don’t….”
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