The Baby Maker's Club

**The Rules of the Baby Maker's Club are simple:

Never ask him who he is.

Never meet outside the club.

Never fall in love.**

I've always wanted to be a mother. But to have a baby you need a man... or money for a proper donor. Let's just say dating is my weak point. And money? It's in short supply.

When a co-worker catches me googling cute baby photos, she whispers a name: The Baby Maker's Club.

That's how I was introduced to my nameless, well-hung hero.

His job was to knock me up. No dates, no drama, just me and him and the horizontal tango.

But I messed up bad.

I found out his name. Then I googled him.

Now, I wish I could forget the truth I learned about my personal baby-maker, but I can't.

I might have broken the first two rules of the club, but someone like him—a walking Adonis with a devil's smile and a dark secret—he did something way worse.

He made me fall in love.