Little Secrets:Unexpectedly Pregnant

By: Joss Wood

Will a baby on the way reunite ex-lovers?

Three years after Tyce Latimore let Sage Ballantyne walk away, they end up back where they started—in bed. Now she’s carrying his child...and there’s no way he’s losing her again.

Tyce is tempting. Dangerous. Addictive. Sage left him for all the right reasons. But one passionate mistake could reunite her with the world-famous artist for all the wrong ones. A baby on the way ups the ante. So does an explosive secret that threatens their two families and could shatter Sage and Tyce’s precarious reunion  ...





“Tyce.”

Sage called his name again. He lifted his head and looked at her with those intensely dark, pain-filled eyes.

“Take my offer to walk away. This child will be raised a Ballantyne—no one will ever have to know that he, or she, is yours. I’m giving you permission to forget about this conversation.”

Something flashed in Tyce’s eyes. Sage tried to ignore him as he stepped up to walk beside her, a silent, brooding, sexy mass of muscle.

“We’re not done discussing this, Sage,” he said, his voice a low growl.

“We really are, Tyce.” Sage forced the words through her tight lips. “Don’t contact me again. We are over.”

“Yeah, you can think that,” Tyce said, standing up. “But you’d be wrong.”

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Little Secrets: Unexpectedly Pregnant is part of the Little Secrets series: Untamed passion, unexpected pregnancy...





Dear Reader,

The Ballantyne siblings are Manhattan royalty: successful, brilliant and pretty hot. The gems they sell are priceless but family is everything. And this one just got a little complicated!

Sage Ballantyne’s family is growing rapidly. Her brothers have all found their soul mates and this is difficult for Sage, a woman determined to protect herself from love and all the forms it takes. After all, she knows what it feels like to love and then lose the people closest to you; her parents’ death when she was a child ripped her apart.

As for dating and men? Well, she never gets close enough to anyone to fall in love. That’s what she did with artist and sculptor Tyce Latimore. Tyce and Sage have a combustible relationship, and a chance meeting at an art gallery three years later leads to more than words flying and Sage finds herself pregnant. Cheated out of a childhood, Tyce is reclusive and broody and readily admits to being emotionally unavailable. Sage gives him the option to walk away but Tyce can’t...

Tyce Latimore and the Ballantynes have unfinished business...

Love my Ballantynes! Hope you do, too!

Happy reading,




One

“Why does this sculpture make me think of hot, amazing, fantastic sex?”

Sage Ballantyne looked at the woman she hoped would become her sister-in-law, but didn’t reply to her outrageous statement. Tyce Latimore’s work, whether it was an oil painting or a wood-and-steel sculpture, always elicited a strong reaction. He was one of the best artists of his generation. Of many generations.

Thank God he was also the only artist of his generation who refused to attend his opening nights. If there had been even the slightest chance he might appear, then Sage would’ve stayed away.

Sage flicked her eyes over the abstract six-foot-high sculpture. It was unusual and very unlike Tyce’s normally fluid lines.

“There isn’t a curve in sight but it screams passion and lust,” Piper said.

Sage’s eyebrows lifted. “I’m not seeing what you are.”

Piper pulled Sage to stand next to her.

“Try this perspective,” Piper suggested, her cheeks tinged with pink.

Sage laughed at Piper’s embarrassment and turned back to look at the sculpture. Actually, from this angle it did look like two people bent over a desk, and Piper was right; when you made that connection you saw the passion in the piece. This sculpture would be a talking point in his reviews. The art critics would wax eloquent about Tyce’s take on human sexuality.

Sage knew how he felt about sex; he liked it. Often and any way he could get it.

“But why the frog?” Piper asked before moving on to another display.

Every muscle in Sage’s body stiffened. Oh, no, he hadn’t. No way, no how. Not even Tyce Latimore would have the balls to...

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