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Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire

By:Joss Wood

Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire
Joss Wood

       When a one-night stand leads to a life-altering little surprise...

Her profession might be matchmaking, but businesswoman Brodie Stewart  isn't interested in finding a husband. What she wants is sexy Mavericks  CEO Kade Webb. Happily, the former hockey player is all in for a  no-strings night of fun. Yet a few weeks later when Brodie realizes her  flu is actually morning sickness, Kade is adamant that they raise their  baby together. Brodie barely survived heartbreak before. Falling in love  can't be part of their deal. But she has a sneaking suspicion her  Mavericks baby daddy is forming a plan of his own...

"We can't be both friends and lovers, Kade!" Brodie protested.

"We can be anything we damn well want," Kade replied. "But for now, why  don't we try to be friends first, figure out how we're going to be  parents together without complicating it with sex?"

He confused and bedazzled her, Brodie admitted. She couldn't keep up  with him. She felt like she was being maneuvered into a corner, pushed  there by the force of his will. "I don't know! I need to think."

Kade smiled, stepped back and placed his hands into the pockets of his  khaki shorts. "You can think all you want, Brodie, but it isn't going to  change a damn thing. I'm going to be around whether you like it or  not." He ducked his head and dropped a kiss on her temple.

"You might as well get used to it," he murmured into her ear.

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Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire is part of the series From  Mavericks to Married-Three superfine hockey players finally meet their  matches!

Dear Readers,

In Trapped with a Maverick Millionaire you met Mac, the first of my  panty-meltingly hot, unfairly talented and commitmentphobic Mavericks  heroes. This is Kade's story. I have to say that I have loved every  minute of dragging these stubborn guys to the altar.

Kade and Brodie each have massive issues around love and happiness, and  when they meet again after six months, the chemistry between them is off  the charts. They agree to a onetime thing, just to work it out of their  systems. After their fantastic time together, Brodie and Kade talk  about the fact that Brodie has donated a free matchmaking session to be  auctioned at the Mavericks' Charity Ball, and Kade tells her that he'd  rather be shot than be "matched" by her.

Then their world tilts upside down. At the auction, Mac's fiancée, happy  and in love, puts in a preposterous bid for Brodie's services and gifts  it, very publicly, to Kade, in the hope that the "elusive one" will  find his match. Kade can't refuse and Rory has donated the matchmaking  session and life is suddenly very complicated.

And how exactly are you supposed to find a guy his life partner-even  though he doesn't want one-when you are carrying his baby? And what do  you do when you start having feelings for him when you aren't supposed  to feel anything for anybody ever again? Read on to find out!

With love,






Smart. So, so, smart.

Courteous, hot, confident.

He was the entire package, a gorgeous combination of everything any  woman would ever want or need for a flash-in-the-pan encounter. That  being said, Brodie Stewart knew there were at least a billion women in  the world who would slap her senseless for what she was about to do and  she didn't blame them.

"Brodie? Did you hear me? I asked if you want to come upstairs," Kade  whispered into her ear, his hand on her rib cage, his thumb rubbing the  underside of her right breast.

She licked her lips and tasted him on her tongue, inhaled the citrus and  spice of his soap-scented skin and tipped her head sideways to allow  his lips to explore the cords of her neck. Man, he was good at this,  Brodie thought.

She should step away, she should stop this...

She'd been saying the same thing for three weeks. She shouldn't have  waited for Kade every early morning on the running trail, shouldn't have  felt the butterflies in her stomach when he loped toward her, a  six-foot-plus slab of celebrity muscle. She shouldn't have laughed at  his jokes, responded to his gentle flirting. And she certainly shouldn't  have accepted his offer to return to his place for a lazy cup of  Saturday morning coffee/sex after their seven-mile loop around Stanley  Park.

As much as she wanted to know what that cocky, mobile mouth could do, she definitely should not have kissed him.

She'd thought she had it all worked out, had convinced herself she could  handle this, him. It wasn't like she hadn't had sex since Jay. There  had been a few guys-okay, two-since the accident a decade ago. On paper,  Kade was perfect. The ex-professional ice hockey player, now second in  charge of the Vancouver Mavericks, was resolutely single. Proudly  unavailable and, unlike most females of a certain age, Brodie had no  desire to change him. In fact, one of the reasons she'd said yes to his  offer for coffee was because she knew exactly what he wanted and it  wasn't a happily-ever-after with her.                       


Okay, it had been a while and she was out of practice, but why, oh, dear  Lord why, couldn't she get past her hang-ups and have a quick tumble  with the gorgeous, very practiced Kade Webb?

Maybe it was because something about him resonated with her, because he  was more than a pretty package. Because his kisses were deep and  compelling and made her quiver with more than a quick physical  connection. He reminded her of love, of intimacy, of emotional  connections.

She really didn't want the reminder.

Brodie peeled herself off Kade's wide chest and dropped a quick so-sorry  kiss on his chin, her lips brushing the golden stubble on his jaw. She  rolled off the leather couch, stood up and walked over to the  floor-to-ceiling folding doors leading to an expansive balcony. Brodie  placed her hand on the cool glass. From this penthouse loft downtown he  had the most amazing view of False Creek and the Granville and Burrard  bridges. It was a big-bucks view and absolutely fabulous. She took it  in...and gave herself time to form a response to his question.

Reluctantly Brodie turned and placed her hands behind her butt, leaning  against the glass. Her heart and libido wanted to return to his embrace,  trace those long, hard muscles, taste his naturally olive-shaded skin,  shove her hands into his loose, surfer-boy blond hair, watch those brown  eyes deepen to black as passion swept him away. But her brain was  firmly in charge and it was telling her to run, as far and as fast as  she could, before she found herself in a situation that was out of her  control.

God, he was going to think she was a tease, that she was playing him. She wasn't, not really. She was just protecting herself.

Emotionally. Psychically. In all the ways she could.

Brodie felt his eyes on her but stared down at her sneakers, wishing she  was wearing more than a tight hoodie and running tights. She knew he  was waiting for an explanation for her blowing hot and cold, for kissing  him senseless and then backing away. She couldn't tell him-this man  she'd jogged with, who knew nothing more about her than her name and  that she liked to run-that even though she was crazy horny, the idea of  sex, with him, reminded her of intimacy and intimacy scared the skin off  her.

He was supposed to be a fun time, a quick thing but, dammit, Kade Webb  had stirred up emotions she thought were long dead. Of all the men in  Vancouver, why him? He was such a cliché-handsome, wealthy, charming,  successful. In Jane Austen's world he would've been called a rake and  three hundred years later the moniker still suited him well.

Brodie sighed, wishing she'd played this differently. Everyone knew what  a fitness fanatic he was, how fast he ran, and it was common knowledge  that he ran most mornings in Stanley Park. She'd wanted to see if she  could, in any way, keep up with him. Instead of keeping pace with him at  the crack of dawn, she should've hung back and kept her distance. At  first he'd been amused with her idea that she could match his  long-legged stride, but she'd run track in college. She had speed and  stamina on her side. When he realized he couldn't shake her he started  bantering with her. Many runs and many conversations led to this  morning's invitation for coffee/sex.

She'd enjoyed those random conversations so much she'd frequently  forgotten she was jogging with the city's most elusive bachelor. To her,  he was just a guy with a wicked sense of humor, a sharp brain and,  admittedly, a very sexy body. Running alongside him had certainly not  been a hardship. She'd actually taken pleasure in his appreciation of  her.

So much so that she'd thought she was strong enough, brave enough, to  have a casual encounter on a Saturday morning as any other confident,  sophisticated, modern woman would. Yeah. Right.

"You've changed your mind, haven't you?" His voice was as rich as the  sunbeams dancing across the wooden floor. Her eyes flew up to meet his  and, to her relief, she didn't see any anger in his expression, just  regret.