We met in a trapped elevator.

Emmett was on his way to work, sophisticated and handsome in his tailored suit and tie.

I was on my way to the sperm bank. Awkward, right?

At thirty-five, my life hadn’t taken the path I thought it would and I was tired of waiting—I wanted a baby. And I was ready to take matters into my own hands to make it happen.

After our ill-fated elevator encounter, Emmett insisted on taking me to dinner—he also insisted on something else—that I ditch my plan involving a turkey baster and let him do the job. He would be my baby daddy. He was a wealthy and powerful CEO with little interest in diapers or playdates. And since he didn’t want kids, I’d be on my own once his bun was in my oven, free to go my own way.

But once his baby was inside me, it was like a switch had been flipped, and I got a whole lot more than I ever bargained for.

I haven’t read a Kendall Ryan book in a while and when I read this blurb, I had to have it.

I love anything with babies and a relationship becoming more than what the characters originally prepared for.

While well written with Ryan’s trademark heat, I felt disconnected from the characters. I loved how they met, their instant attraction, but I felt no real chemistry between them.

Watching their situation become something more than either anticipated was so much fun, as was reliving pregnancy hormones and the growth in their relationship, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was missing something, that I was wanting something more.

Slightly predictable yet fun and sweet, Kendall Ryan fans will enjoy this one.