“What’s that?” I ask, holding out the piece of cake for her.
“Clean baby food. Or as you like to call it, green shit,” she teases. “I’m thinking instead of nursing, I’ll maybe get a marketing degree and start my own company, helping low-income parents give their babies healthy options. The organic stuff is so expensive. There has to be a better way.”
“How am I supposed to argue with that?”
“You’re not,” she says, placing the cake on the nightstand. “I know you don’t expect me to work and are happy to provide for our family, but I need to do this.”
“And I’m all about giving you what you need,” I tease, taking her hands. “Paige’s Promise. That should be the name.”
She kisses me slowly, sweetly. “Thank you.”
I reach into my pocket for a folded-up piece of paper. “A gift,” I say.
“It’s not my birthday,” she says, smiling and shaking her head at me. I love spoiling her, giving her everything she never had before.
“I think the mother of the birthday boy should get a gift,” I say, handing her the paper.
Kissing me again, she takes the paper and opens it. She looks up at me, confusion in her eyes.
“A picture of a beachfront bungalow?”
“We never had a honeymoon,” I say, grinning.
“What?” she cries out.
“A week in the Caribbean,” I say. “That’s our room.”
“Are you kidding me?” she asks as a smile spreads across her face.
“And before you freak out, Finn is coming with us. They have a nursery and full-time nannies on staff to watch the kids so we can have a romantic dinner or . . .”
“Oh my God, Slade,” she says, bouncing up and down a little.
“I know the week of Finn’s birth doesn’t hold the best memories for you,” I say. “But we are going to change that. We leave tomorrow.”
She leaps into my arms, kissing me hard on the lips. She’s in her underwear, and she’s kissing me, so that’s the only invitation I need. I tackle her to the bed as she laughs. Inspiration strikes, and I reach over to the birthday cake, grabbing some icing with my finger.
She gives me a don’t you dare look, but I’m a pretty daring guy. Slowly, I use my finger to glide the icing down her neck, pulling her bra down and circling her nipple, my tongue following the same path.
It’s not her birthday, but she is my wish.
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Thank you for reading THE RIGHT SIDE OF WRONG! I hope you loved Paige and Slade’s love story.
If you are craving another single mom romance, make sure to check out my book, THE SEX BUCKET LIST and follow Emerson as she plunges back into the deep end of the dating pool.
BLURB:
Emerson is ready to reclaim her life. Her husband might have left her to juggle three kids and the family business, but enough wine and girl talk can get a lady through anything.
A little more wine, and one girls’ night later, she’s also armed with a very special sort of bucket list, her girlfriends insist the drought she’s been in has to end, and Emerson’s more than willing. Particularly when a certain handsome co-worker is involved. Armed with new lingerie, a fancy high-tech toy, and a list of things to try, she’s ready to take charge. Of love, her life, and her libido.
How much trouble can one well-meaning woman get into?
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ALSO BY PRESCOTT LANE
Ryder (A Merrick Brothers Novel)
Knox (A Merrick Brothers Novel)
Just Love
A Gentleman for Christmas
All My Life
To the Fall
Toying with Her
The Sex Bucket List
The Reason for Me
Stripped Raw
Layers of Her (a novella)
Wrapped in Lace
Quiet Angel
Perfectly Broken
First Position
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Two little words—thank you. Hardly seem sufficient. But those two words and these few lines are what I have to express how much it means to me that you’ve read my book. Whether it’s your first book or your tenth, whether you’ve been with me since the beginning or just found me. Thank you.
Thanks for loving romance, reading romance, and falling in love with the characters I write over and over again. It means more to me than I can ever express.
Thank you to Mary Dube and the team at Grey’s Promotions for sharing my books and organizing this release. A special thanks to Lori Jackson for her incredible cover design. I love it so much. And to Scott Hoover for taking the exceptional photo.
A huge shoutout to Jenny Sims at Editing 4 Indies for polishing my words until they shine. And huge hugs to Michelle Rodriguez for being the absolute best beta reader in the world.
Lastly, thanks to my friends and family for sticking with me through all my crazy, which happens with each book. I love and appreciate you all so much.
Hugs and Happily Ever Afters,
Prescott Lane
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
PRESCOTT LANE is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and graduated from Centenary College in 1997 with a degree in sociology. She went on to Tulane University to receive her MSW in 1998, after which she worked with developmentally delayed and disabled children. She currently lives in New Orleans with her husband, two children, and two dogs.
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