A billionaire, age-gap romance.

Rowan
I’m getting desperate. I need money to look after my sick mom, so when I get an out of the blue cash offer from the grandmother I’ve never met to be her surrogate, I can’t afford to say no. And then I find out who the man supplying the DNA is: Atlas Blackwood, my ex-stepfather. Oh and I’ll need to marry him too. This wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t the hottest man I've ever met. He was all those years ago when he married Mom and I had a crush on him a mile wide, but he’s even hotter now. It’s forbidden to want him, except I see the fire in his eyes when he looks at me and I can’t help thinking: would it be wrong to get pregnant the old fashioned way?

Atlas
I’m a jaded playboy. I’ve seen everything, done everything, so helping out a friend by supplying my DNA for a crazy baby-making scheme is no big deal. Until I find out who the surrogate is: Rowan James, my ex-stepdaughter and she’s not a kid anymore. She’s all grown up, an adult, and not only do I have to supply my DNA, I have to give her a wedding ring too. Again, not a problem, except she keeps looking at me like she wants something and I know what she wants: me. I know what I want too: to own her. If she’ll let me.

Warning: this book contains explicit language and scenes