Her Best Friend’s Baby: A BBW Bear Shifter Pregnancy Romance: Bearing the Billionaire’s Baby, #1

By AJ Tipton

He's a reckless billionaire who's in over his head. She's a control freak who's trying to start her family. Can these two opposites save each other?

Maeve Lowe has everything under control. She loves running her daycare for supernatural children, but she knows something's missing. When she's impregnated by her best friend and secret crush, Logan, she's thrilled beyond words. But when Logan's business dealings draw them all into peril, will she be able to keep their baby safe?

Logan Stubbs knows that he's got it all. He's handsome, rich and has nothing holding him back. When he finds out he's going to be a father, he works to be a better, more responsible man, even taking his role at his father's company seriously. But the more Logan finds out, the more he's drawn into a dark and dangerous situation. Will he run from his responsibilities or fight for who he loves?

Her Best Friend's Baby is a short, paranormal romance. If you like witty banter, passionate liaisons, and Lilliputian villains, then you'll love the first installment of the sizzling Bearing the Billionaire's Baby series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Savvy Storytelling, LLC
• Release date: May 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386560708

AJ Tipton

AJ Tipton is a writing team: Annie and Jess (Get it? "AJ"). Based in Brooklyn with the greatest dog in the world as our mascot, we love to create fun romances that astound, amuse and arouse. Our romances are steamy and paranormal, with strong heroes saving the day through extraordinary adventures.   Check out our FREE novella, Coaching the Bear, for a taste of what our magical worlds have to offer! We are huge proponents of informed consent, and love to wind cheeky pop culture references into our works. Let us know which ones you catch!  Please say hello! You can get in touch with us through: Email: [e-mail] Facebook: www.facebook.com/AJTiptonAuthor Twitter: twitter.com/AJTiptonAuthor Blog: ajtiptonauthor.wordpress.com  

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Her Best Friend’s Baby

Her Best Friend’s Baby

A BBW Bear Shifter Pregnancy Romance

AJ Tipton

Edited by

Cheryl Davis

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and incidents appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is purely coincidental.

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The playroom at Dauntless Daycare was complete chaos, and the owner, Maeve Lowe, couldn’t have been happier. Toddler-sized dragons whizzed overhead while a pixie made colorful flowers grow out of the carpet. A circle of yetis had started a fairly impressive braid train, while the three and four-year old witches levitated wooden blocks to build a child-sized castle.

Do you need a hand? Angela Wright hollered over the din. The curvy brunette bear shifter ducked beneath a low-flying dragon, the movement especially awkward in the child-sized chair she was sitting in.

I got this. Maeve grinned over a table covered in crayon streaks. She pulled her short, blonde hair into a stubby ponytail and stretched her plump arms behind her back. I said I would take you somewhere nice for lunch, and what’s nicer than here? She jauntily waved a soggy peanut butter and jelly sandwich at her friend.

Dauntless Daycare was just a small storefront in a strip mall, its former life as a Chinese food restaurant painfully obvious on hot days when the entire place smelled of General Tso’s chicken. But Maeve didn’t care. This place was hers. It was 1,000 square feet of meticulously organized bookshelves, napping mats, and toy boxes that the kids transformed into fabulous chaos on a daily basis.

"I’m loving this haute cuisine, but it’s pretty clear you don’t have time for a break. How about we reschedule lunch, and I’ll make sure the kids in this half of the room –Angela gestured to the right— don’t kill themselves while you tackle that half." She pointed off to the left where a young yeti was climbing the walls, leaving tiny claw marks in his wake.

Absolutely not. I have everything under control. Maeve rolled up her sleeves. Today was the busiest the daycare center for supernaturals had been in months. Eight supernatural toddlers—more than double the usual amount of kids—showed up, with no warning from their parents. It was just under the legal limit; any more children and she’d have to hire outside help. But Maeve wasn’t about to turn anybody away, let alone back away from a challenge.

Maeve let out a long breath before springing into action. Okay, my little dragons, that’s enough flying time. Shift back so we can all read a story together. She clapped her hands loudly, bringing the room to a brief standstill. If everybody puts their toys away before the big hand gets to twelve –she pointed up at the clock on the wall where the big hand was a whole four minutes away from reaching twelve— we can read everybody’s favorite story before naptime. The pages of Big Bear, Little Town were nearly worn to shreds, and Maeve was dead sick of reading the story, but the kids absolutely adored it. That book was Maeve’s ace in the hole, and she didn’t mind using it one bit.

A cheetah shifter zipped around the room, picking up toy blocks with her mouth, uncaring about the saliva and bite marks she left behind. The yetis created small portals, sending jumbles of toys cascading back onto their