BABYMAKER: A Bad Boy Medical Romance

By Cassandra Dee and Katie Ford

He’s my fertility doctor.

But he’ll put a baby in me the old-fashioned way!

Connie’s a twenty something virgin desperate for a baby. But she can’t afford the sky high prices at Sunset Fertility Clinic.

Dr. Chase Roman’s wanted a child for a long time. And when Connie steps into his office, suddenly all bets are off … because the curvy girl would be the perfect mom for his brood!

Hey Readers – Hold your horses because we’re off the reservation with this one :) Our heroine wants to get pregnant so bad that she’s willing to do anything, and we mean ANYTHING, to make her dream come true :) You’ll love it, we promise! xoxo Cassie and Katie

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance
• Release date: Jan 15, 2020

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#BABYMAKER

~A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance~

By Cassandra Dee and Katie Ford

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DEDICATION

To all the girls who deserve something amazing.

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ABOUT THIS BOOK

#BABYMAKER: A Billionaire Medical Romance

He’s my fertility doctor.

But he’ll put a baby in me the old-fashioned way!

Connie’s a twenty something virgin desperate for a baby. But she can’t afford the sky high prices at Sunset Fertility Clinic.

Dr. Chase Roman’s wanted a child for a long time. And when Connie steps into his office, suddenly all bets are off … because the curvy girl would be the perfect mom for his brood!

Hey Readers – Hold your horses because we’re off the reservation with this one :) Our heroine wants to get pregnant so bad that she’s willing to do anything, and we mean ANYTHING, to make her dream come true. You’ll love it, we promise! xoxo Cassie and Katie

TABLE OF CONTENTS

#BABYMAKER

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

EPILOGUE

Sneak Peek: Pregnant By My Boss

Chapter One

Sneak Peek: My Boyfriend’s Boss

Chapter One

Chapter Two

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

CHAPTER ONE

Connie

I hesitantly step into the fertility clinic with my friend Ashley.

Ash, I whisper. I feel weird.

Don’t worry, says my friend airily. No one knows that we don’t have any money. You can’t tell just by looking at someone how much they’re worth, silly.

I nod, trying to look confident. But it’s hard because the ads online said that we could get fertility treatments for as little as three thousand per round of IVF. It was a special deal that was only going to be good for a few weeks.

But three thousand is way out of my range because as a secretary at a small accounting firm, I can’t afford that kind of money. I can’t afford even two hundred bucks, to be honest. Between rent, food, and kibble for my cat, there’s not a lot left over most months.

But I’ve wanted to be a mom for so long, and unfortunately, Sunset Medical was the only realistic option on my horizon. My last two relationships went ker-SPLAT! on hot cement. After they were over, there was egg on my face but not a lot of doubt as to what I needed to do next.

So when I saw the ad online, I was immediately on the phone with my best friend Ashley.

Ash, I said. We’ve gotta go to this information session. There’s no time to wait. We’re getting older, and you know what the medical community says. Women are most fertile at age seventeen, and you and I are twenty-five already.

I could almost hear Ashley making a face on the other end.

Connie, relax, she says soothingly. Twenty-five is hardly over the hill. Isn’t the Duchess of Wales pregnant right now? And she’s thirty-two or something ancient like that.

That only made my blood pressure go up.

First, the Duchess of Wales is only thirty-one, I said frostily. Second, Kate Middleton is pregnant with her third child, and not her first, so she’s a proven commodity. Last, Kate Middleton is rich as fuck! She can afford multiple rounds of IVF if that’s what it takes, whereas you know we can’t spare a dime. So we need to go to this info session, I say firmly. We have to cover our bases before it’s too late.

Ashley sighs dramatically on the other side.

Is it free at least?

Of course it’s free! I sputter. It’s an information session where they tell you about their services. In fact, I bet they serve free cake and cookies just to get more guests.

I can hear Ashley thinking, but I know what the answer’s going to be. After all, my best friend is just like me. We went to college, but somehow we weren’t able to land good jobs after getting our diplomas. So Ashley’s scraping by on a minimum wage retail job at the mall, and the lure of free food drew her in.

Okay, she said magnanimously. When is it again?

This Thursday, I said with a sigh of relief. It’s just a quick go-see. Afterwards, we can swing by and then head to my place for pizza and wine. Or soda, if they the doctors say we shouldn’t drink.

Ashley lets out another dramatic sigh.

Okay, but I’m not staying a minute past eight, she says in a bossy tone. "We’ve got better things to do. And Connie, you know you’re not old. Twenty-five is not over the hill. We don’t need the services of a fertility clinic."

Biting my lip, I thanked her gratefully and hung up, but my thoughts were in a darker place. Because I wasn’t so sure about her statement. How did my blonde friend know that I didn’t need to see a doctor? I’ve certainly never been pregnant before, so how could that be proof one way or another?

Plus, the boys that I dated in the past left a lot to be desired. I’ve only had two boyfriends, and both of them were terrible. Like hold-your-nose-while-vomiting-in-the-toilet terrible. Timmy Smith had been cute, but he couldn’t get it up. We tried a couple times, and he sweated and huffed mightily. But after five attempts, it was clear he wasn’t going to be able to deliver.

Mike Macchio was even worse. This guy talked a big game, but when we were in bed, he had a pathetic case of limp dick. His Big Man on Campus, football player persona was all a lie. When it came down to sexy times, the guy had a pecker as big as my little finger that wouldn’t harden despite my best efforts.

So the fertility clinic it was. After all, the two failures make me doubt myself sometimes. What are the chances that two guys in their twenties would both experience erectile dysfunction when it came to hitting the sack? Was there something about me? Was I causing it? That’s where Sunset Medical came in.

Advertised as the best of the best, the clinic had received five star ratings from the medical board for the last five years straight. And leading the team was their head physician, Chase Roman. Dr. Roman was a reproductive specialist who’d allegedly helped hundreds of women get pregnant and deliver healthy, cooing babies.

Of course, the ads also featured portraits of Dr. Roman with his white lab coat on, and I couldn’t help but stare. Because Dr. Roman wasn’t some nerd with a receding hairline and stooped shoulders. Instead, Dr. Roman was incredibly handsome with piercing blue eyes, a head of coal-black hair and shoulders as broad as a tank. How someone so gorgeous was a doctor was beyond me, but I wasn’t going to question it.

But now, it was Thursday night and Ashley and I were at Sunset Medical for the information session. I’d tried to wear something nicer than usual so as to seem a well-to-do professional, but Ashley hadn’t even bothered. She was in jeans and sneakers, scanning the room as soon as we entered.

Where are the cookies? she asked in a loud voice. Are there free drinks as well?

Shhh! I hissed, frantically looking around. Don’t be so obvious!

Fortunately, no one heard and the other women in the room continued to stare down at their phones. From our right, a woman dressed in blue sheath with her hair tied in a smooth bun approached us.

Hello, I’m Kathy Miles, Dr. Roman’s receptionist. Are you here for the information session on women’s reproduction?

I nodded.

Yes, I’m Connie and this is my friend Ashley.

Perfect, she said with a welcoming smile. If you could just sign-in, Dr. Roman will be coming out in a moment to speak.

I took a pen and made to sit down, but Ashley wasn’t going to give up so easily.

Um, excuse me, Kathy? Do you have any food and drink available? Soda maybe? Or crackers? I’d love some nourishment because it’s about seven, and we skipped dinner to be here, she said meaningfully.

I blushed scarlet. Oh my god, Ashley was so embarrassing sometimes!

But Kathy took it all in a stride, her blonde head nodding.

Of course. I was just about to bring a tray of hors d'oeuvres out, as well as some champagne. Please give me a moment, she said, before disappearing into the back.

See? said Ashley loudly, surveying the room. You have to complain, otherwise you won’t get results.

I rolled my eyes, but didn’t say anything. Instead, I signed both our names on the clipboard and sat down. My friend is just the way she is, and there’s no way to change her.

We nibbled on crackers and cheese, looking around the waiting room. The ladies there really ranged the spectrum. There were older ones who looked about fifty, with their hair shot through with silver strands. There were also younger girls like us, some of who appeared