The Baby Maker's Club

The Baby Maker's Club

<b>The Rules of the Baby Maker's Club are simple:<br />Never ask him who he is.<br />Never meet outside the club.<br />Never fall in love.</b><br />I've always wanted to be a mother. But to have a baby you need a man... or money for a proper donor. Let's just say dating is my weak point. And money? It's in short supply.<br />When a co-worker catches me googling cute baby photos, she whispers a name: The Baby Maker's Club.<br />That's how I was introduced to my nameless, well-hung hero.<br />His job was to knock me up. No dates, no drama, just me and him and the horizontal tango.<br />But I messed up bad.<br />I found out his name. Then I googled him.<br />Now, I wish I could forget the truth I learned about my personal baby-maker, but I can't.<br />I might have broken the first two rules of the club, but someone like him—a walking Adonis with a devil's smile and a dark secret—he did something way worse.<br />He made me fall in love.