Nine Month Contract (Mountain Men Matchmaker, #1)

by Amy Daws

Even down to her body, which...well, I wouldn’t call her small, but I wouldn’t call her big either. She’s sturdy. I like sturdy. Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with me? You’d think I’m picking out a prized heifer at the Boulder County Fair. I’ve been on this surrogacy hunt way too fucking long.

My mood shifts as I feel oddly proud of this overbearing, overgenerous, eco-savvy guy I let knock me up with his ranch cup sperm.

He’s apparently a perceptive caveman.

“Did I do something to hurt you?” Wyatt asks, his tone soft and uncertain. There’s something horrifyingly painful about weakening a strong man. Especially one who has only ever been good to me.