The Baby Interview - Contemporary Romance Nominee

I'm so excited The Baby Interview is a 2009 CAPA nominee in the Contemporary Romance category. Thanks to Romance Studio for this wonderful honor.


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Blurb:

Cole Donovan is handsome, successful, and a millionaire. He's a man who gets what he wants, and what he wants is a child - without the inconvenience of a wife. One failed marriage was more than enough to teach Cole that women can't be trusted. On the day he interviews potential surrogate mothers, Cole find the perfect woman for the job. Too bad she turns out to be his florist delivering flowers.

Florist Lucy Chaple is more than flattered when Cole invites her to dinner. After her parents' death, her life has been little more than responsibilities - running their flower shop and raising her brother. She finds it hard to believe someone like Cole could be interested in her - and it turns out she's right. He's only interested in convincing Lucy to carry his child. But Lucy isn't about to give up her first born.

Cole will do whatever it takes to change her mind, even wooing her. Everyone can be bought, and he just needs to find Lucy's price - before he falls in love with her.


Excerpt:

Cole took the piece of paper with a figure he had worked out earlier from his pocket and slid it to Lucy. "I think this would be a fair amount for your service. Of course, I'll pay for all your medical needs, as well as a clothes and food allowance on top of this figure."

Lucy didn't even touch the paper. Her eyes narrowed into snake-like slits. "So, when are we going to start on your little high-priced bun? Tonight? Your place or mine?"

"Actually..." He cleared his throat. "We'd start with you being examined by a doctor, having some tests run. If everything comes out clean, we'll arrange a date for the insemination. Everything will take place in a doctor's office."

She chuckled that awful hollow laugh again. "How neat for you."

Reaching for the paper he'd set in front of her, she finally opened it. Her eyes bugged out of her head like a cartoon character when she saw the figure, and triumph raced through him.

For a split second.

Until she ripped the paper up and threw a handful of tiny bits in his face. "No thanks, Rumplestiltskin. I think I'll keep my first born."