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  Carry My Baby

  Brother From Money 18

  A sexy surrogate pregnancy romance by Shanade White of BWWM Club. Features another free bonus book.

  Theo wants nothing more than to start a family.

  And he is going to great lengths to make sure it happens!

  He finds his luck with Amanda, who agrees to be his surrogate so that she can have money to work on her novel.

  However, their relationship soon becomes more than just business…

  Theo and Amanda fall passionately in love during a trip to Alaska.

  But both are convinced that it’s just not going to work.

  Yet when disaster strikes, they may realize that life is too short to deny what’s in their hearts…

  Will it be too late to admit to each other that their love is real and true?

  Find out in this thrilling yet sexy romance by Shanade White of BWWM Club.

  Suitable for over 18s only due to sex scenes so hot, you'll want your own billionaire to run off with!

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

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  Chapter 1

  “You’re going to do what?” Bridget Taylor asked, setting her tea cup down in the saucer so hard the cup cracked in half.

  “I’m going to hire a surrogate and have a baby,” Theo said calmly.

  “But… I mean...” she sputtered, hoping that her oldest son was joking with her.

  “I know this comes as a shock but I’m almost thirty-five years old, more than old enough to have a family,” Theo said, sitting back in his chair and sipping at his coffee.

  “But what about a wife, a mother for the child? You can’t just go out and get a baby, that’s not the way things are done,” his mother said, still unable to believe what she was hearing.

  “Sure, I can, it’s not that hard. Women are doing it all the time. Why shouldn’t I?” He’d been prepared for her reaction, for her arguments.

  There was a long silence at the table while she came to terms with Theo’s announcement. “But what will people say? What will I tell them?” she finally asked, thinking that her family would be the subject of many dinnertime discussions.

  “Tell them that you’re excited to be a grandmother. You’ve been bugging me for years to give you grandchildren and I’m going to,” Theo said, still unruffled by his mother’s distress.

  “That may be true, but I just assumed that you’d get married first.”

  “So did I. But it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen any time soon,” Theo said, still feeling the little pang of sadness that he was going to have to do this on his own.

  “There are so many lovely women out there that would be perfect for you,” she protested, making him roll his eyes; they’d had this discussion many times over the last few years.

  “Mother, we’ve discussed this. I have no patience for the kind of woman you seem to think is perfect for me. I want someone who has more on her mind than the latest gossip or the new line of designer clothing,” he said, feeling like a broken record.

  He loved his mother, but she just couldn’t understand how he felt. “They’re not all like that,” she tried to protest. “What about Melanie?”

  “Mother, Melanie and I are great friends but that’s as far as it goes,” Theo said, wishing this conversation was over.

  As much as he loved his mother, she just couldn’t seem to understand that he wanted more out of life than just a woman who fit into his life, he wanted a woman he could love and respect, who loved and respected him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried, but after years of dating women whose entire life centered around money and what it could buy, he’d decided that it was time to move on with his life; married or not, he wanted children.

  “I blame those Montgomerys, ever since you got back from Alaska, you’ve been acting strangely. I never should have let you go out there,” Bridget said, getting up from the table. “I can’t listen to this any longer. When you come to your senses, let me know, I have the perfect girl for you.”

  He watched his mother leave the room feeling sorry for her, she was so accustomed to getting her own way that this was going to be difficult for her. But he’d made up his mind and nothing, not even his mother, was going to change it. A year from now, he was going to be a father, just thinking about it got him excited and gave his life more meaning. It wasn’t that his life was terrible, he had a loving family, more money than he knew what to do with, but at the end of the day coming home to his empty house was always hard.

  For years he’d looked for someone to share his life with, but the women around him were all the same. It wasn’t their fault that they’d grown up privileged, their biggest worry that some other woman might show up to a party wearing the same dress, or that they were shallow, that was just how they were raised. That upbringing had taught them that money and status was the most important thing in life, that having a career was something below them.

  But that was exactly what he wanted, a woman who had a career, or at least something real that mattered. A woman who was not only smart and educated, but lived her life with a purpose besides trying to climb to the top of the social ladder. He wanted a marriage built on love, not convenience or social standing. When he’d discovered that the kind of woman he wanted didn’t exist in his world, he’d given up, but that hadn’t changed his desire to have a family, just the way he went about it.

  He’d thought about adopting and might even consider it in the future, but surrogacy appealed to him because the child would be his, would carry his blood. It was a crazy idea, one he’d gotten in the middle of the night when the silence in his huge house had begun to close in on him. That had been months ago, in the middle of the winter, so he’d blown the idea off, deciding it was just the winter blues making him maudlin. But as spring came to Seattle, the idea had still been in the back of his mind, and after a trip to visit his cousin Seth Montgomery in Alaska it hadn’t seemed that farfetched.

  He’d gone to visit in the late spring because he needed to get away from life for a while, needed to escape his
loneliness. Seth had invited him to Homestead House and he’d agreed. In the end, it had been a trip that had changed his life. After spending weeks with Seth, his wife, and their twins, he’d realized that though it was unconventional for a single man to have a child, it was what he really wanted. When he’d told Seth about his idea he’d reacted the way his mother had, but the more that they’d talked about it, the more Seth had begun to understand his loneliness and his desire for a family, even an unconventional one.

  “I know it sounds like a crazy idea, but it’s pretty clear to me that I’m not as lucky as you and your brothers, I’m not going to find the perfect woman for me. If she’s out there, I don’t know where to find her,” he’d said, when Seth had pointed out that he wasn’t that old.

  “Maybe you need to stop looking so hard,” Seth had countered.

  “That’s easy for you to say, you never wanted to get married and have kids,” he’d said, surer that ever that he was going to go through with the surrogate idea.

  “That’s true,” Seth said, then after a long pause, “Whatever you chose to do, we’re here for you. If this is what you think is right for you, I’m not going to try and talk you out of it.”

  Amanda sat staring at the piece of birthday cake in front of her, it was her favorite, chocolate with raspberry filling between the layers and cream cheese frosting, but it didn’t even look good to her. She’d only agreed to this birthday party because her best friend had wanted to throw it for her so badly, and she hadn’t wanted to disappoint her, but the last thing she felt like doing was celebrating. The party was only a reminder that at thirty she’d done virtually nothing with her life, accomplished none of the things she’d thought she would have by now.

  She wasn’t married, had no kids, her job was a dead end, and the novel that she was so sure she’d have written by now was nothing more than a few pages saved on her computer. It wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t feel like her life was draining away before her eyes, if she had just one thing that made her want to get out of bed in the morning. Her plans had been so clear to her when she’d graduated from college, and at first things had gone just as she’d planned. She’d found a job that paid enough for her to live on, made some new friends in the city, but the book she so wanted to write had never come together.

  By now she should have had a novel sitting on bookstore shelves, but all she’d managed was to have a few romance stories published on an e-book website. It had been fun to write them, but they hadn’t paid very much and she’d felt like a sellout, like she’d wasted her time on something just about anyone could write. She’d changed jobs several times since she’d arrived in the city, hoping that each move would give her both the time and the energy to finally make her novel a reality, but that hadn’t helped.

  Each time she’d sit down at the computer to begin writing something distracted her, telephone calls, emails, and even her loud neighbors, whom she was sure were learning to tap dance. The ideas for a book would come, but when she tried to put what was in her imagination into words it came out all wrong, the characters flat and uninspired, the story line garbled and hard to follow. After trying for almost eight years to write her novel, she knew that time was quickly running out, that if she didn’t write it soon she never would.

  “Hey, it’s your birthday. What’s with the long face?” Michelle asked, sitting down next to her.

  “I’m sorry, Michelle, the party is great. Thank you so much,” Amanda said, trying to sound more enthusiastic than she felt.

  “But?” Michelle could see through the false excitement.

  “Oh, it’s nothing. I guess I’m just looking at my life and wondering where it’s going. I always thought that my life would be different than this when I turned thirty,” Amanda said. It wasn’t the first time they’d had this discussion in the last few weeks.

  “Honey, none of us have the life we planned when we were young, but if you want my advice, figure out what you want and go for it. We’re not getting any younger,” Michelle said, with a little laugh since she’d celebrated her thirty-fifth birthday last month.

  “I know what I want, I just don’t know how to make it happen. If I could take a year off and just write, I know that I could finish that novel I’ve been working on for so long,” Amanda said, her voice wistful. “But that’s not going to happen, I have bills to pay.”

  “So, find a job where you can do both,” Michelle said, as if the solution was that simple.

  “Oh, and what kind of job would that be?” Amanda asked, unable to hide the sarcasm in her voice, then felt instantly sorry. “Sorry. Don’t you think I thought of that? The problem is those kinds of jobs are hard to come by.”

  Michelle patted her on the back. “I’ll keep my ears open, you never know. But for now, how about enjoying that piece of cake sitting in front of you? Chocolate helps everything,” she said, scooping a big bite onto a fork and holding it up to Amanda’s mouth.

  Later that night, just as she was getting into bed, her phone buzzed. Picking it up she saw that Michelle had sent her a link to a website, then only seconds later the phone rang. It was Michelle. “Hey, did you get that link I sent you? I thought you might need a laugh before you went to bed,” she said, then hung up.

  Amanda clicked on the link, then laughed just as Michelle had known she would. It was a website for a service that matched surrogates with people who wanted children but couldn’t have them on their own. The people in the pictures looked so happy, like they’d just won the lottery, a feeling she certainly wouldn’t have if she was going to be a parent, something she’d decided she didn’t want to do a long time ago. Out of curiosity she clicked on the button that led her to the page about becoming a surrogate, wondering what kind of woman would put herself through that kind of physical discomfort for money.

  But then she saw just how much money was involved and began to look at the whole thing differently. Just one surrogacy would make her enough money that she could pay her bills for the entire year, plus while she was pregnant all her living expenses were covered. Suddenly what had started as a joke no longer looked so funny; in fact it was beginning to look like the solution to her problems. Before she could change her mind, she entered her email and clicked on the “I’m interested” button.

  Three nights later, after an especially frustrating day at work, she was sitting in front of the television, eating her dinner and filling out a twenty-page questionnaire from the surrogate agency. When it had shown up in her email the day after her birthday party, she’d opened it, read it, then archived it, thinking that it was a silly idea. But she’d been thinking about it since then, wondering if she could go through all that just so she could write, what it would be like to carry a child then give it away.

  Then today she’d had an appointment with one of the editors at work who’d agreed to look at some of her work, it was an opportunity they gave the assistants once a year. She’d left the room feeling like she’d been in a battle, the heap of criticism following along behind her, it had been both humiliating and eye opening. She could have handled it better except that the woman had stated quite clearly that if she was ever going to be a writer she needed to write, not piddle around like she’d been doing.

  “Honey, what you’ve given me is okay, but that’s it, nothing more. If you want to write you need to live with the character, give them life, these people don’t have any depth,” the woman had said, pushing her writing samples back across the desk.

  Amada must have looked crestfallen because she quickly said, “I’m not saying that you don’t have some talent, what I’m saying is that your talent is raw, unused. If you’re going to write that novel you need to commit some serious time to writing.”

  The woman’s words had seemed like a sign, so on her way home she’d treated herself to some Chinese takeout and was now trying to get through the pages and pages of blanks in the questionnaire. The first few pages had been easy, just basic background information, but then it had begun to
get harder. Besides intelligence tests, an especially difficult math test, there were physiological questions that at times made her feel uncomfortable.

  By the time she’d finished, she had begun to wonder if it was worth it, but then she remembered what this would allow her to do. The thought of spending an entire year doing what she loved most helped her get through the last few pages and hit the send button. It wasn’t like she’d agreed to anything yet; in fact, she still hadn’t talked to anyone at the agency directly, it had all been done through email, very impersonal and professional.

  Sitting back and taking a huge bite of her dinner, she looked at the computer screen where a flashing notice told her that her email had been sent. She’d taken the first step towards changing her life, now she’d have to wait and see if the agency thought she was a good candidate, a process that could take up to three weeks. But one way or the other, she felt better than she had in a long time, this wasn’t the only agency in Seattle, if this one didn’t work out she’d just try with another one. She was determined to change her life, and this was the way she was going to do it, it was too perfect an opportunity not to take advantage of it.

  Theo watched the woman sort through the paperwork he’d handed her as soon as he’d walked into the room; this was the third agency he’d visited so he knew the routine. “Well, it looks like you’ve got all the paperwork done, but I notice that there’s no information on your wife, we’ll need that too you know.”

  Theo took a deep breath, wondering if the woman was an idiot. “There’s no information about my wife because I don’t have one,” he said, then asked, “Is that a problem?”

  The woman looked at him for several long minutes. “It might be, most of our surrogates expect to be placed with a couple. We don’t see very many single men looking for a surrogate situation, in fact, I think you might be the first.”

  Theo had heard this from the last two agencies he’d visited and was beginning to understand what it felt like to be discriminated against. “Well, there has to be a first time for everything,” he said.