Happy Mondayyyy! If you missed last week’s newsletter to The F.L.Y. List (you won’t want to miss another one, sooo sign up by clicking here), I’m releasing a billionaire seeking nanny romance called ONE SWEET LIE this month, and I’m sharing a *second* longer snippet + ARC sign up links below!
Snippet
**unedited, subject to change before publication**
The detective and the nurse exchanged nervous glances.
“There’s no easy way to break this news, Mr. Dawson,” the detective said. “We’re here tonight because a relative listed you as a biological family member during a recent hospital stay.”
“You must have the wrong guy, then.” I looked at my watch. “Everyone in this city knows I was orphaned, then adopted.”
“Unfortunately, the woman in question passed away due to severe complications after childbirth,” he continued talking as if he hadn’t heard a word I said. “But we gathered crucial information from notes she left behind with the infant children.”
“Am I speaking a foreign language?” I asked. “I don’t have any living relatives.”
“The children will be held in the intensive care unit for three weeks, but you’ll need to make arrangements or sign off on leaving them with the state.”
“Okay.” I couldn’t believe I left my party for this. “You both owe me one hell of an apology for wasting my time tonight. Feel free to walk yourselves out.”
“Congratulations, you’re the father.” The nurse held up a picture of my ex-girlfriend, Lisa Heights.
Sporting a blue and white hospital gown, she was holding two bundled babies against her chest. An engagement ring shone brightly on her left hand—a gift from the man she’d left me for long ago.
Her wedding was supposed to be in December…
I wasn’t sure what the hell she’d told these people or why I was struggling to process the thought of her passing away, but those kids weren’t mine.
They couldn’t be mine.
“You have the wrong guy, and you’re at the wrong condo,” I enunciated every syllable, hoping this would enhance their comprehension skills. “Lisa moved on to someone else right after we broke up for the last time.”
“Given what we know about this situation,” the officer said, “the newborns in question are ninety-nine percent yours.”
“In that case, I need someone to run a test on that lingering one percent.”
“Seriously?” The nurse scoffed. “Please tell me you’re joking…”
“I haven’t seen Lisa in ten months.” I wasn’t laughing at all. “That was also the last time we had sex.”
“Do we need to walk you through how pregnancy works, Mr. Dawson?”
“We always used condoms.”
“They’re not made out of steel…”
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***end of snippet***
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