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Reeling Him In by Kara Kendrick

Bound To The Beard by Eve London

Loves Me Knot by Aubree Valentine

Falling for the Grouch by Carolina Jax

Another One Bites the Dust by Katie Rae

Tidal Ides by Layne Daniels

Flirt Like a Fool by Ellen Brooks

Hate Tea Love You by Annie Charme

Sooner or Gator by Mae Harden

Morsel Enemies by Alexia Chase

Gingerbread Man by Karla Doyle

Come to Papa by Matilda Martel

Enemies in Earnest by Willow Sanders

Book Me, Baby by Tamrin Banks

Son of a Peach by Claire Hastings

Beards and Babies by Heather Lauren

Uptown Girl by Emma Bray

In Tune by Jade Royal

Gettin' Figgy by Gail Haris

Mister Write by Elyse Kelly

Hot Stuff by Ashton Brooks

Coming Down Her Chimney by Imani Jay

Fitting the Financier by Robecca Austin

Marley Meets Asher

Marley

Ever since the day Ted gifted me the information his private investigator tracked down; I’ve felt like I’m in a never ending game of Marco/Polo. We get close to the answer, only to have to pivot and chase down another rabbit hole. I try not to get too upset with my mom. She was even younger than me when she found out she was going to be a mom. And I know that must have been scary. Especially doing it on your own.

I’d never know why she didn’t just go back to Dartmouth and talk to Dr. Asher Krane about her situation. Or called, sent a letter, anything in the thirty years I’d been alive to let him know about me. After all the months of searching for him, he finally sat across from me. Total shock. Abject terror. Confusion. Hurt. Distrust. Many emotions played across his face and instead of being angry with him, I felt myself getting pretty pissed at my mom.

“I know. It’s a pretty big shock.” I told him. “I’m sorry to spring it on you in the middle of this big event.” I signaled to the melee around us as people set up tables and pulled chairs from the back of the pub.

“Marley, you don’t owe anyone an apology.” Ted took my hand and squeezed.

He was my rock. I don’t know what I’d do without him. Given he was a foster kid himself, he’d always been insistent that we pursue finding as much as we could about my birth father. So I had closure. Answers to any questions I may have had. And now that we had Tillie and Nick, the desire for them to have at least one grandparent spurred us even harder to look for Asher.

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