Summary:
A city omega…
Theo was jobless, nearly homeless, and not looking forward to the holiday season. He attended the bachelor auction to support the burned down community center that would have housed the daycare he was going to work at, not to find a date.
A country alpha…
Baron kept his focus on his ranch. He didn’t want or need an omega in his life. He participated in the bachelor auction because his aunt roped him into it.
The date that brought them together…
When Theo’s sister purchased Baron’s date package for Theo, they had no choice but to follow through with it. They were stuck with one another for one full romantic, Christmas weekend on the ranch. Neither planned on enjoying their time together, or falling in love…
Sugar Cookie Kisses is an opposites attract mpreg story featuring a grumpy alpha, an adorable omega, and tons of holiday cheer.
Summary:
Sometimes Christmas magic begins with one little cookie....
Alpha Braden made the choice to do what was in his heart over what would bring him financial stability. Working as a lawyer in family court allows him to make a difference in the lives of others, even if his family disapproves. When the Community Center burns to the ground and insurance falls short, everything in his being tells him he needs to help. So he finds his Great Aunt Gertrude's No Fail Snickerdoodle Cookie recipe and volunteers to be auctioned off at the Bake Sale Bachelor Charity Auction. Surely he can't botch that up.
Omega Tyler is back in Dellburn after ten years to settle his adopted grandfather's estate. There are just too many memories in the little town, memories of a childhood no one should have had to bear. If it hadn't been for the local community center and their mentor program, he'd probably be a high school dropout with a dead-end job instead of being a successful dentist. When he discovers the center burned not long ago, he immediately knows what to do with his inheritance.
At the charity auction, Tyler ends up buying a date with the one boy from school who had ever shown him kindness, the one whose father forbade their friendship because Tyler's father was in jail. But after a hot chocolate date, the two decide to make a little Christmas magic of their own.
Snickerdoodle Sweetie is a super sweet with knotty heat mm non-shifter mpreg romance featuring a lawyer with a heart the size of the Grinch on Christmas morning, a dentist dressed up as Santa's elf, a little boy who steals their heart, and more than cookies in the omega's oven. If you like sappy sweet make you cry Christmas stories where Santa brings everyone their hearts desire, this installment of Bake Sale Bachelors is for you. While all three books are set in the same world, they can each be read as a standalone, giving you the happy feels.
Summary:
Casey
When the beloved community centre burnt down, Omega Casey knew he had to help, so he participated in the Bake Sale Auction, with the prize being a weekend away with him at a ski resort. It was way beyond his budget, but he’d always been a sucker for a good cause, and thought he might get a decent date out of it, even though most alphas seemed to be after one thing. He didn’t count on the winner being Brent, his big brother’s best friend and the man he’s lusted after for way too long. Things are about to get interesting on the ski slopes...
Brent
Alpha Brent had always kept his eyes on one prize only: growing his clients’ investment portfolios beyond all expectations. Love was just an inconvenient distraction, especially after the heartbreak he’d experienced in the past. When he bid on a plate of cookies and a date, he thought he’d just leave some cash behind for a good cause and go back to his regular life. What he didn’t know is that nothing would ever be the same again, especially since his date was his best friend’s introverted and gorgeous little brother.
Gingerbread Greetings is a best friend’s brother mpreg story featuring a jaded but sweet alpha, a sensitive omega, and tons of holiday spirit. So, put on your favorite cozy sweater, curl up with a cup of cocoa, and delve into Casey and Brent’s love story.
Sugar Cookie Kisses by Jena Wade #1
Chapter One
Baron
I zipped up my suit bag and threw it over my shoulder, careful not to wrinkle the suit inside. I hadn’t worn that particular piece of clothing in several months, possibly a full year. I couldn’t remember the last event I’d attended where a suit was required. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t be attending this particular event either. I had nothing against the cause, no, that wasn’t the issue.
When a daycare a few towns away had burned, thankfully overnight when no children or workers were present, it had struck the local community pretty hard, and I felt for them. But why did we have to have an extravagant fundraiser and bachelor auction? Why couldn’t I just toss money at them and not have to do this whole dinner and dancing and schmoozing thing?
I let out a sigh, closed my bedroom door, and walked down the stairs. The old farmhouse steps creaked with each footfall, which meant I wouldn’t be sneaking out of the house. Not that I wanted to, but if I could avoid seeing my dad before I left that would be for the best. He hadn’t been any more thrilled about me doing this bachelor auction than I’d been. But we’d both do most anything that Aunt Cora asked, and she’d asked this of me.
“Baron, is that you?” he called from his study.
Instead of walking to the front door from the bottom of the steps, I turned left and went down the hall, deeper into the house.
The first floor housed the kitchen, living room, a formal dining room, and a formal sitting room as well as three other rooms that could have been bedrooms, but they operated as our offices instead. The upstairs had six bedrooms and four bathrooms.
The house was old, but well maintained, thanks to our booming cattle business. Our family had been ranching for over one hundred years. Although in the last fifteen, we’d changed to an all-natural, pasture-fed beef, much to my father’s dismay. That had been my decision, one that he hadn’t agreed with. But when he sold his commanding share of the ranch, I’d taken over the business decisions.
That didn’t stop him from inputting his opinion, which I welcomed, no matter how much it wasn’t needed.
“Yeah, Dad,” I said as I stood in the doorway of his study. If I walked in further and sat down, he’d likely start a barrage of questions. Where was I going? Why was I not working? When was I going to move the herd from the far pasture in closer to the house? Winter was coming, didn’t I know that?
All of this I already knew, but that didn’t stop him from treating me as if I were stupid. To be fair, it wasn’t just me he treated that way, it was everyone. Although, I’d heard that he’d treated my omega dad differently, though I’d never witnessed it since he’d died when I was very young.
“Are you going to that damn event Cora roped you into?”
“I am.”
“So, I’ll have to make sure Walter and Soren get their chores done in a timely manner.”
“You don’t have to make sure of anything. They know their jobs and I trust them to get them done while I’m gone.”
“I’ll keep an eye on them,” he said.
“Suit yourself.” As if Walter and Soren hadn’t been working for us on the ranch longer than I’d been alive. They were more than capable of handling the chores, but I wasn’t choosing this battle. “Why don’t you think about going into town?”
“Too much work to be done around here. Not all of us can go gallivanting around to fancy dinner parties.”
I wanted to roll my eyes but wasn’t about to cross that line of disrespect. “I’ll be back this evening,” I said. “I shouldn’t be too late.”
“Don’t you go drinking at this event and then drive home.”
“I know, Dad. I won’t.” I left and went to the kitchen where Aunt Cora was working.
The woman spent every minute of every day on her feet in the kitchen. She worked magic in there and everything that came out of there was delicious and I was thankful for it.
“Why don’t you get a hotel room and just stay the night instead of driving home?”
“I’ve got to be up early in the morning,” I said. “Gotta move the herd in before the weather gets bad.”
She waved her hand in the air. “The herd can move just as well at ten in the morning as they can at six. I’d feel better if you didn’t drive that late into the night.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said. “If I get tired at all, I’ll stop and sleep in the truck.”
“Fine,” she said. “I know when you’ve made up your mind. Here. Don’t forget these.” She handed me a plate of cookies.
“What are these for?”
“The auction,” she said as if I already knew.
“What? I thought I was being auctioned off.”
She rolled her eyes. “Weren’t you paying any attention when I explained all this to you?”
I thought I had been at the time, but now that she mentioned it, the details were fuzzy.
“You go to the event, check-in and give the plate of cookies to the director. All the people placing bids will be bidding on the cookies. They won’t know who the cookies belong to until the winner is revealed. And don’t forget about your date package.”
“Date package?”
“Yes, it’s a bachelor auction after all. The winner will get a date with you.”
The last thing I wanted was a date with some random stranger. “Why couldn’t I just write them a check and call it good?”
“We did write a check, in addition to auctioning you off.”
“Great,” I said. “So, I’m going to be stuck with some omega, or what? What’s in the date package? Do I have to take him to dinner or something?” I hated the idea of returning to the city for another night. I usually only ventured there for business.
“Heavens no. That is way too boring,” Aunt Cora said. “They’ll come here to the ranch.”
“They’ll do what now?” I nearly dropped my suit to the floor. “Did I agree to this?”
“Yes,” she said.
I didn’t know when I would have done that or why, and I regretted it now.
“They’ll come here for a weekend of holiday fun.”
Oh fuck.
“You’ll take them to chop down a Christmas tree, we’ll decorate it, and then you’ll take them on a sleigh ride through the snow. And we’re going to have them here when we decorate cookies with the family.”
“Oh Christ,” I said. “You’re going to subject some poor omega to Dad’s presence?”
She scowled at me and I had the decency to at least look sheepish.
“He’ll be fine. He already knows about all this.”
“Great,” I said. “I feel bad for the poor sap that buys this date already.” Although I figured if you were buying your dates at an auction, you kind of deserved what you got. “I’ll see you later, Cora.”
“Text me and let me know how everything goes.”
“I will.”
I threw my suit in the back of the truck and drove away. The plate of cookies sat in the passenger seat and I was tempted to grab one. Aunt Cora’s sugar cookies were the best in the world, I was sure of it. I knew she’d find out if I took one though, I couldn’t hide anything from that woman.
It was two hours to the city, which left me way too much time to think. Thankfully, I’d come prepared with an audiobook. I drove directly to the hotel that was holding the event. The parking lot was full, and people were arriving dressed in all sorts of fancy attire. Men in tuxes and suits, women in evening dresses, and the like.
Why couldn’t we all just wear jeans and cowboy boots? So much simpler and a thousand times more comfortable. I checked in and was given access to a room where I could change into my suit.
The director, a woman by the name of Corine, took the cookies from me and thanked me for participating.
I smiled and let her know that it was my pleasure. Though in reality, it had not been my choice at all. Cora had roped me into this. But I loved my aunt and would do anything for her.
I put on my suit, smoothed it down to make sure there were no wrinkles and fixed my hair so I looked at least halfway presentable. I didn’t clean up too badly for an old cowpoke.
I took a deep breath. “Showtime alpha.”
Snickerdoodle Sweetie by Lorelei M Hart #2
Chapter One
Braden Kranz
“Carine, what brings you to my castle?” I teased as she walked into my tiny office in the courthouse slash town hall slash all things small town.
“You are a prince, so don’t pretend otherwise.” Carine Duffy, director of the local community center—when there was one—sat in the guest chair in front of my desk. “How many people at the community center have you helped?” She tilted her head. “Never mind. I don’t have time for you to count that high.”
“It’s my job.” It was my pat line, and, technically, true. As a lawyer in the family court, my responsibility was to help families. Full stop. But that wasn’t why I did it. Not by a long shot. If I just wanted a job, I’d have a nice cushy corner office at my father’s firm, the firm he offered me a partnership in every year at Christmas when he tried to woo me from living “beneath my station.” Yeah, my father was a gem.
No, I was here for one reason and one reason only—it was a calling I’d received when I was no more than a boy. Which sounded crazy. I knew this and it was why I never shared it, instead simply stating it was my job. That sounded so much more reasonable than I watched the courts fail too many kids and refused to allow that to continue if I could do something about it.
“Well, today I am here asking a favor, so you can put away your crown, sir.” She opened up her ginormous purse and pulled out a flier. “Here.”
I took it from her, leaning against my desk. “A charity event for the community center...is the insurance company still being less than ideal?” Or complete assholes? I hadn’t been told the entire story yet, but from what I could piece together, they were paying out far less than they should have for the fire that destroyed the entire thing, including the daycare center.
“Scrooges...they are being scrooges. But this should help.” After a long slow inhale and even slower exhale, she finally got to the point of her business. “I need your help to make this a success.”
Lawyer as a career sounded so lucrative, and while I wanted to be able to write out a grand check to reach the center’s goals, it would bounce sky high.
“I can do something, but not as much as you all deserve.” I walked around my desk to get the checkbook. I’d been saving for a snowblower, but my arms still worked, so that was something that could wait until next winter, unlike my furnace, which was going to need replacing sooner rather than later based on the noises coming from my basement on colder-than-average nights.
I wrote the check and handed it to her.
“This is very generous of you, Braden.” She smiled as she took out her donation receipt booklet. Carine was not one to be caught unaware for sure. “The children thank you. Now, as to the reason I’m here.” She handed me my receipt.
“I feel swindled.” I winked as I sat down to wait for whatever she wanted me to do. I still had a half hour before court resumed for the afternoon, so I could indulge her in her playfulness.
“I’m all yours, Carine.” I grabbed my coffee and drank down half the tepid brew. It was still good. There was something delicious about locally roasted beans, which reminded me I needed to send a thank-you note to the Bucks for the coffee, which was technically a thank-you gift. I wasn’t sure on the etiquette of thanking someone for their appreciation, but as my aunt Gertrude said quite often in my formative years, “It never hurts to send a letter.”
“Excellent. I will put you down for cookies. You bake right?”
“Uhhh...I’ll come up with something.” Probably from the grocery store.
“Home baked please.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, picturing the burned discs of my last attempt and the smoky streaks on the wall above the stove. “You’ll probably regret this, but all right.” I could still hear the smoke detector and smell the charred fragrance.
“Wonderful! We expect this event to raise a lot of dough.” She grinned at me. “Get it? Dough…cookies…baked goods...”
“That is a terrible pun.” And bake sales raised a few hundred at most, in the past, so her enthusiasm seemed overblown. But who was I to mess with her mojo. The woman was among the kindest I’d ever met, her dedication to the children verging on legendary. Not that she’d take credit.
“Be that as it may. Just wear a suit and plan a fun night out.” She stood up and brushed her pants off, not that I could see anything on them. “And who knows? This might be your Christmas miracle.” She winked and started out the door just as Logan rushed in, clutching a folder. Great. Just what we needed. Another emergency.
“See you.” She walked out as Logan babbled on and on about an emergency custody order gone wrong.
It took me the rest of the day to get it all straightened out and, if the docket had been fuller, I might not have even managed then. This was the hardest part of my job—seeing kids in pain. And then to have a clerical error make it worse for them—
It was also why I knew I had to be here for them instead of raking in money getting clients loopholes for zoning regulations or saving them from judgments of millions resulting from lawsuits rightfully filed against them. These kids needed me—these families needed me.
“Logan, I’m going home, and you should, too,” I told my paralegal. The guy worked as hard as I did, and his pay didn’t come close to my meager salary. He was working his way through law school and, unlike me, he was coming out of it with a pile of student loan debt, so chances were good he’d be unable to follow his desire to be a public defender. I’d been so beyond lucky there. Not everyone had parents who could pay tuition and room and board and buy their son or daughter a car...and everything else an Ivy League education cost. Or even the state university version Logan was gaining at his own expense.
“Want to get a burger?” he asked as I reached for my coat. “I heard they are doing BOGO at the diner for National Diner Day.”
“Wasn’t National Diner Day last month?” I half smiled at their antics. Lily and Bryce were always trying some new marketing thing they saw on the Internet. Not that they needed it. The place had a tendency to be packed during mealtimes and sometimes even off times. Their reputation for amazing diner classics and innovative versions as well was well-earned. Five stars on Yelp from nearly all reviewers.
“It probably will be again next week,” he mused. “I’ll buy.”
“Naw, I have a gift card.” I’d picked it up as a school fundraiser, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Thanks.”
We headed out the door and strolled along the street, the cool crisp air so refreshing. By some miracle, three tables were getting up to leave as we arrived, and we were able to sit right down and order our meals.
“I see Carine got to you, too,” he teased. “I can’t believe I’m going to do it.”
“Why? Are you not a baker?” I wasn’t, either. In fact, I was horrible at it, but what was I going to do, tell her the kids weren’t worth my effort and five bucks’ worth of ingredients?
“Oh no, I make amazing cookies. I even won a competition with one of my recipes. My chocolate chip cookies are to die for. Crisp edges and soft middles, big chunks of dark, milk, and even that fancy new ruby chocolate. Have you seen it?”
Ruby chocolate? “Is it red?”
“Philistine! No, it’s kind of a rosy pink and makes the cookies so elegant, also has its own flavor...well I’ll set one aside for you, but trust me it’s a cookie worthy of the name.”
“If they are so great, and I think I need to demand proof on that, why were you hesitant? It’s for a good cause.” Conversation stopped while the waitress came and placed our burgers in front of us.
“That was fast.”
“We aim to please, sugar.” Barbie the waitress was not from the South despite her resemblance to Flo from a certain old TV show. She even had a doily pinned to her pink polyester uniform behind her name tag. And somehow a faint accent.
“Well you sure did! Thanks.” Speedy service was always welcome and, in this instance, perfect, given I’d missed lunch. We all chatted another few seconds before the “ready” bell dinged and she dashed off to serve another table. When we were alone together again, I asked Logan, “So, your hesitation to participate?”
“I don’t date. Ever. I have to finish school and get my ass in gear if I’m going to make DA before I’m eighty.”
“That is not really an answer.” He arched a brow, and an idea occurred to me. Sure it had been his idea to come, but we’d eaten here before. And of course, as the boss, I wanted to pay, but...something seemed different tonight. Usually we just talked about work. The D word had never come up before. “Oh shit, did you think…”
“You should see your face right now.” He closed his eyes and shook his head, smirking. “No, I didn’t think this was a date. You’re my boss and an alpha and ewww—you’re like old.”
I was so not old.
“And you are talking in riddles. What does dating have to do with the cookies?”
“You signed on sight unseen, I see. Oh, this is going to be good.”
Gingerbread Greetings by Leyla Hunt #3
Casey
I inhaled deeply. Fortunately, the cookies smelled heavenly, and hopefully they tasted as good. It had taken me some time to decide which variety to bake for the auction, but once the decision was made, I was all in. I researched the best recipes, compared them, drive-tested three or four, and finally decided on a favorite—gingerbread men with tiny little penises. If these didn’t get me a hot date, then nothing would, and I might as well give up.
“Come on, guys. I’m counting on you,” I whispered as I pulled yet another batch out of the oven. “Bring papa a hot alpha. One who’s funny. And sweet. With a nine-inch rod. Okay, thanks, guys. I love you.”
I blew a kiss and placed the pan on the stove to cool down then skipped up the stairs two at a time to check my suit for the hundredth time, lint roller in hand.
“I’m sure it looks fine,” my brother Adam called after me. I didn’t have eyes in the back of my head, but I was pretty sure he was rolling his.
“Come and see!” I said.
His footsteps pounded up the stairs behind me, and I threw open the door to my room.
My house was small and old and creaky, but it was mine. Well, half was the bank’s, but whatever.
My brother was keeping me company while I prepared for the Bake Sale Auction. The town’s community center, where I’d worked, and which also housed a popular daycare center, had burnt to a crisp back in September, and the community had banded together to help rebuild it.
Thus was born the auction. Bachelors, along with a date package, were being auctioned off with the cookies they’d prepared for the occasion. I’d decided to participate because I’d wanted to see the beautiful center rebuilt, and, let’s face it, it had been a damn long time since I’d had a proper date, and I wanted to feel that spark again. I’d become thirsty as fuck. Not only for some between-the-sheets loving, but also for companionship and love.
I was twenty-two and lonely. No one understood me. They all said I was young and had plenty of time, but they weren’t there in the dead of night when I reached over to the empty space beside me in bed, wishing there was someone there. Not necessarily for a relationship, though. In my experience, most alphas were out for one thing and one thing only, and I refused to have my heart broken. But that didn’t mean I didn’t have needs like every other red-blooded omega. So, here I was, practically pimping myself out.
“You’ll look great, bro,” said Adam. “Want to change while I pack up the cookies? You don’t have much time.” He pointed at his watch.
He was so sweet, and pretty much the best brother anyone could ask for. He was six years older, but we were as close as could be. Unable to come to the auction with me because he was a doctor and it was his night in the emergency room at the local hospital, he made up for it by calming my nerves and hanging out before his shift.
My friend Tom would be meeting me at the auction. We were in the same boat—waiting for love—but he was way too passive to take any action.
“All right. Time to get dressed!”
Adam waited for me on the landing while I changed out of my sweats. I wore a deep navy suit with a crisp white shirt. My hair was already styled just the way I wanted it, short on the sides with some light spiking on top. Hopefully, my trimmed beard made me look a few years older because my youthful appearance was the bane of my existence. I was tired of getting mistaken for a teenager, especially since I had a hankering for slightly older men.
I twisted the knob and swung the door wide open so Adam could take a peek. He was leaning against the wall next to my door but stood at attention as soon he saw me.
“Wow! Looking great!” He stepped into the room. “The blue of the suit makes your eyes pop.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. He was right; I didn’t look too bad, after all.
My cheeks burned. “Thanks. Wish me luck. It’s about time I met someone.” I glanced down at my shoes. Showing my vulnerabilities was difficult for me.
He punched me in the shoulder. “You’ll knock ‘em dead. I wish I could be there with you. It sounds like a lot of fun, actually, but I’m sure you’ll do fine without me.”
“I hope so. I certainly hope so,” I said, staring at my reflection, lost in thought. I hoped this was not some huge mistake. It was hard enough for me to put myself out there. If something went wrong, I didn’t think my heart could take it.
Tom and I arrived at the venue early and approached one of the volunteers responsible for setting up the tables.
I held out the tray of gingerbread cookies. “Wait, please include these in the display,” I said tentatively, hoping she heard me above the music.
The DJ was testing the sound system, and I had to say, it worked just fine. I dug into the little backpack I’d brought and pulled out two snow globes. One held a typical alpine village with chalets and snow-capped mountains in the background, and the other a skier racing down the slopes.
They were little hints as to what the date would be, but no one had to know that.
I had to admit, I’d surprised even myself with the awesome date I’d planned. First of all, it was a whole weekend at Blue Mountain Resort, one of the Northeast’s premier ski resorts. Second, I’d reserved one of the best suites, complete with a view of the mountains from a hot tub. Who wouldn’t love that? I’d spent hours poring over websites, trying to find the best of the best while remaining on budget. I’d saved hard and long for something special, and when I heard of this auction, I just knew it was a worthy cause.
I did compromise slightly when it came to the dinner options. There was no way I could afford a steak-and-seafood dinner every night, so while I’d booked a table at a decent steakhouse for the Friday evening, the other nights were going to be more reasonable for my budget.
“How do I look?” I asked Tom.
“Good enough to eat. Almost as good as your cookies.” He chuckled, and I grinned at his attempt at humor.
“Fair enough, I guess.”
“Yeah, just relax,” he implored, gesticulating as he spoke. “You look great, as usual. No one will turn down a date with you, I promise. Especially not after you chat them up.”
My chest puffed up. Leave it to a good friend to always know what to say. I didn’t know what I’d do without him.
“It’s for a good cause, so there’s that, right? No matter what happens with this date, assuming it happens, at least I will have helped with the center. And that means a lot to me.”
“I know.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be rebuilt in no time, don’t you worry. You’ll be able to go back to your job, and we can all go back to enjoying the center.”
“Yeah.”
During the summer, I worked at the center as a counselor with the city-run summer camps. I’d been doing that for a few years now, and every September found me nostalgic for the summer and the kids I’d cared for and taught for those months. That feeling of loss never lasted long, though, because starting the second week of September, I’d resume working at the library and as an activity counselor, running various after-school activities and classes for kids. Drawing and modern dance were my favorite, and I was itching to get back to shaping their young minds and entertaining them. I was sure the parents and kids missed the programming as well.
Just then, Carine Duffy, the director of both the community center and the fundraiser, rushed up to us, clipboard in hand, anxious eyes darting to and fro.
“Casey, please make your way backstage. People are arriving, and we’ll begin the auction shortly,” she said sweetly, although I could tell she was stressed to the max.
She’d done such a great job and was truly one of the cornerstones of the community. I nodded at her as she disappeared to find the other bachelors.
“All right, I guess it’s showtime,” I said to Tom.
“I’ll be here, cheering for you. I’m sure your cookies are the best. Should be able to hook a hot alpha with those.” He smiled and winked.
“Thanks.”
I watched, wide-eyed, as the banquet room filled with guests, everyone dressed and groomed and ready for a great time. One of those men out there would be my date for a whole weekend. I blew out a deep breath. Which would it be? Would I know him if I saw him? Would he be kind and gentle, or cool and cocky?
There was only one way to find out. I willed the minutes to fly by as I waited for Geordie Tifaro, the auctioneer, to get the show on the road. The next hour or so might culminate in a happy ever after, or, more likely, a satisfying romp. I had my doubts about the likelihood of the former happening, but I wouldn’t kick a hot alpha out of my king-sized bed at the resort either.
Season Two
Jena began writing in January of 2013 as a New Year's Resolution--and so far she has stuck to it!
She lives in Michigan. By day she works as a web developer, and at night she writes. Born and raised on a farm, she spends most of her free time outdoors, playing in the garden, or riding her horses. She also helps run the family dairy farm.
She lives in Michigan. By day she works as a web developer, and at night she writes. Born and raised on a farm, she spends most of her free time outdoors, playing in the garden, or riding her horses. She also helps run the family dairy farm.
Lorelei M. Hart is the cowriting team of USA Today Bestselling Authors Kate Richards and Ever Coming. Friends for years, the duo decided to come together and write one of their favorite guilty pleasures: Mpreg. There is something that just does it for them about smexy men who love each other enough to start a family together in a world where they can do it the old-fashioned way ;).
Leyla writes sweet and sexy mpreg. Her alphas are strong and protective, but sweet. Her omegas are lovable and know how to bring their alphas to their knees. And their babies are adorable!
Step into a new world by reading a Leyla Hunt book!
Jena Wade
Lorelei M Hart
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