Feel the Beat Series by Swati M.H.

Love wanes.That’s what my missing groom told me over the phone . . . on our wedding day, no less.I wasn’t about to go down that road again—love, marriage, forever. I had enough on my plate serving as deputy general counsel of our family business and keeping my matchmaking parents off my back.Then Wayland Ramirez comes roaring back into my life.The boy who asked me to be his girlfriend in middle school. The man I shared a sizzling night of passion with five years ago... moreLove wanes.That’s what my missing groom told me over the phone . . . on our wedding day, no less.I wasn’t about to go down that road again—love, marriage, forever. I had enough on my plate serving as deputy general counsel of our family business and keeping my matchmaking parents off my back.Then Wayland Ramirez comes roaring back into my life.The boy who asked me to be his girlfriend in middle school. The man I shared a sizzling night of passion with five years ago. The man who made me trust him . . . then disappeared.This time, I know better than to put my heart in anyone’s hands.But when Dad throws down an ultimatum—bring a date to the office Christmas party or meet a stranger of his choosing—I spontaneously ask Wayland to play the part of my doting fake-boyfriend for a night.He just wasn’t supposed to give an Oscar-winning performance.Once more, his whispered words, his searing kisses, his body against mine almost have me believing that this could last. Almost.I say love is a sham, a reservoir that depletes with time.He says he wants it all—my todays and tomorrows.But can I trust him with my tomorrows? Can I trust him to pick me up if I fall?Because God knows, I am falling for this man. less

I’m pregnant with my neighbor’s baby, but here’s the kicker . . . we can’t stand each other.It all started when my bathroom sprang a leak, and I booked short-term lodging in his vacant apartment. Turns out, it wasn’t available . . . or vacant.One big misunderstanding later, and he’s practically throwing me out like yesterday’s trash.He might think his half-ass apology, devilish smirk, and alluring hazel eyes will get him back in my good graces, but he’d be sorely mistaken... moreI’m pregnant with my neighbor’s baby, but here’s the kicker . . . we can’t stand each other.It all started when my bathroom sprang a leak, and I booked short-term lodging in his vacant apartment. Turns out, it wasn’t available . . . or vacant.One big misunderstanding later, and he’s practically throwing me out like yesterday’s trash.He might think his half-ass apology, devilish smirk, and alluring hazel eyes will get him back in my good graces, but he’d be sorely mistaken. Because I, Sita Stewart, am allured by no man! Not even if he comes in the sexiest, most deliciously infuriating, six-foot-two package with a checkered bow tie. But when the tension between us threatens to cause a category five hurricane, I decide to put it to bed once and for all. Literally, figuratively, metaphorically . . . you get the picture. And when the storm finally settles, I’m left with a case of morning sickness and a craving for more. More of him. Because underneath all the layers of grouchiness is a broken man I fear I’m falling for. A man who says he wants me and our little bean sprout, too.But right when Mr. P. Cooke gives me a glimpse of the life I’ve always wanted, his past comes tearing in like a tornado, ready to cause devastation. The question is, can we survive it? less