Baby by Design
Title:
Baby by Design (Designing Love #1)
Author:
Elley Arden
Expected
Publish Date: November 11,
2013
Published
by: Crimson
Romance
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis:
Trish DeVign knows what she needs to be
single, successful and satisfied. She needs a baby. With recent relationships
falling short of her expectations, she’s single by choice. With a thriving
interior design company, she’s got successful covered. It’s the satisfied part
that eludes her, and that’s her mother’s fault-not her adopted mother, but the
mother who gave her away, sentencing her to a privileged life with two good
people who don’t share with her a single drop of DNA. Refusing to grow old
bitter, Trish decides a baby will calm the restlessness and lead her to true
happiness. Instead, it leads straight to her best friend’s brother.
Tony Corcarelli has spent his adult life as
the black sheep of his large Italian-American family. The nickname became
permanent when he took a buyout from his sister rather than run the family
carpentry company after his father’s death. Now, Tony’s grandmother has cancer,
and he’s expected to join the family in making her wishes come true.
Unfortunately, the two things Nonna wants most for Tony, are two things he
can’t fathom-a wife and kids or the priesthood. There has to be another way.
When Trish asks Tony to escort her to a
wedding, a night of fun and flirtation turns serious, with Trish confessing she
wants a baby-Tony’s baby. Could a calculated conception be the answer he’s
looking for?
Thrown together by a carefully constructed
yet cockamamie plan, Trish and Tony struggle to define terms they didn’t expect
to become so complicated. But what if neither disapproving family members nor
Nonna’s rapidly declining health is their biggest complication? What if it’s
love?
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Bio:
Elley Arden is
a born and bred Pennsylvanian who has lived as far west as Utah and as far
north as Wisconsin. She drinks wine like it’s water (a
slight exaggeration), prefers a night at the ballpark to a night on the
town, and believes almond English toffee is the key to happiness. Elley
writes provocative, emotional, series contemporary romances for Crimson Romance.
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Tony turned back to the chairs and Trish, who had removed the plastic
covering and settled onto the cushion, crossing her long legs and bouncing one
barefoot with red painted toes in his direction. As she sat, she rubbed her
palms over the arms of the chair and breathed deeply enough that he risked
hypnosis by the rise and fall of her breasts. Not the sort of thing he wanted
to notice about a woman he couldn’t pursue.
“You really do great work.”
He smiled and stepped closer, because he was a gentleman who’d just
been complimented. “Thank you.” He squatted and ran his hand along the nailhead
trim, grazing her covered calf muscle, because he was a guy who liked the way
her face flushed whenever he stood too close. “I’m glad you like it. When
you’re in need of my
skills again, you know where to find me.” And then he stood, taking two
steps back toward the hall, because even a screw-up like him knew where to draw
the line.
She sat ramrod straight, gripping the arms of the chair. “Tony, I need
a favor.”
He stopped. “What’s up?”
“I need a…guest for my cousin’s wedding on Saturday. Would you happen
to be interested?”
“I take it the good doctor wasn’t so good.”
A nervous chuckle escaped her lips. “Not good at all. And I RSVP’d for
two with the hope that he’d still be around, and now my mother is driving me
crazy, saying I can’t embarrass myself and her by cancelling this late in the
game. I’m stuck.”
It was Tony’s turn to chuckle. “So you want me to unstick you?”
She shrugged, managing cute, coy, and sexy with one pouty-mouthed look.
“Would you?”
If he was sane and sensible, no, he wouldn’t. “Absolutely. What time
should I pick you up?”
“Thank you,” she breathed on a noisy exhale. “We should leave at three,
but I’ll drive.”
“You don’t trust my driving?”
“It’s a wedding, Tony, and I’m wearing a dress. You should wear a suit,
like the one you wore to Nonna’s party.” He liked the way she pulled her bottom
lip between her teeth when she paused for a breath. “Dress clothes can’t be
worn on the back of a motorcycle.”
An image of her creamy leg stretching out from beneath a short skirt
and hanging alongside the chrome of his bike made his skin itch. He grinned to
cover the not-so-innocent thought. “No bike. Got it. I’ll pick you up at
three.” And before she could protest, he turned around and walked away.
He’d never been the kind of guy to let a woman down, and that was a
blessing and curse. Now he needed a car worthy of escorting Trish DeVign to a
family wedding, in addition to a grand gesture for Nonna’s wish list.
Talk about pressure.
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