Somebody to Love by Mariah Ankenman - OUT NOW!!!!
Penny Williams is a lot of things; intelligent, shy, socially awkward, but the one thing she wants to be most is a mother. Unfortunately, she’s never been very lucky in the dating world. Men rarely go for quiet nerds, but that won’t stop her. Being an independent woman of the 21st century, she decides to forgo traditional methods of baby making and try for a medical option. Only, she doesn’t want a random donation. She knows the perfect candidate. The only problem? It’s her best friend.
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Teaser
“Hey,
BJ.”
“Hey, BJ. You send me a 911 text, took
forever to answer your door and all I get is a Hey BJ?”
Her
brow furrowed. Nose wrinkling. The small, upturned tip rising even higher. “I
didn’t take forever.”
Felt
like it to him. Every damn second had stretched into an eternity as he hauled
ass over here. The worst of the worst running through his mind. Placing a hand
on the door, he pushed slightly. Penny automatically stepped back, allowing him
entrance. Once inside her house, he headed straight for the living room. The
sound of the door closing, and her soft footsteps followed him.
Normally
he’d sit on her couch, make himself at home, maybe turn on the TV. Tonight, he
didn’t do any of those things. He stood in the middle of her living room and
turned to face her. “Penny, what is going on?”
Long,
thin fingers tapped against her thigh. “Um…well, you see, the thing is…do you
want to sit?”
No,
he didn’t want to fucking sit. He wanted to know what the hell was wrong with
his best friend. Crossing his arms over his chest, he remained where he was.
“Right,
okay, no sitting. Um, I…kind of need…oh! How rude of me. I haven’t offered you
a drink, or are you hungry? I bet you’re hungry. I can make you a sandwich. I
got those bread and butter pickles you like and—”
“Penny!”
The woman was killing him. He reached out, grabbing her wrist in a firm, yet
soft grip before she could turn tail and run off to the kitchen. Tugging on her
arm, he gently pulled her to him. “I don’t need anything except for you to tell
me what’s wrong.”
She
tucked her chin into her chest, refusing to look him in the eye. “Nothing is
wrong.”
“Bullshit.”
At
that, her face rose. He rarely swore around her, but he was done playing or
whatever the hell they were doing. Something had been bothering her for days.
He knew it, knew her. He’d tried to
let it go, allow her to come to him in her own time, but he was tired of
waiting. Tired of her almost coming out with it, then retreating into herself.
They were friends, dammit, best friends. She didn’t get to hide her problems.
Not from him. Not when he could help.
“Please.”
He brought his hands up, cupping her face, stroking the soft skin in a soothing
manner. “Tell me what you need.”
“I
need your sperm.”
His
hands fell from her face. Shock dropping his hold. Hazel eyes grew impossibly
wide as she blurted out words he’d never imagined coming from her lips. His
brain tried to come up with something, anything, but surely, he’d misheard her.
Penny couldn’t have possibly asked him for his sperm. Had she?
“I…what?”
A
loud groan left her pink lips. Stepping out of his touch, she brought up her
own hands to cover her face. He thought he heard her let out a muffled scream,
but he couldn’t be sure of anything his ears were hearing tonight.
Dropping
her hands, she turned and paced back and forth across the living room floor.
“Okay, remember a while ago when we were talking about me wanting to be a mom,
but being too socially awkward to attract any kind of decent man—”
“You
mean you being awesome and the entire male species being too stupid to realize
it?” Ableists fucks. He knew a lot of Penny’s relationship woes came
from her partners not bothering to understand autism or even trying to learn
more about it.
She
waved away his sentiment, continuing, “Anyway, I was remembering your offer
and—”
“Wait,
wait, what offer?”
She
stopped pacing and turned to face him. “Remember, we were talking about how
adoption wouldn’t work, and you suggest
His
jaw literally dropped. He would even swear he heard it crack. “Penny…I was…I
didn’t mean...I didn’t realize you were serious about it.”
She
lifted her chin. “Well, I am, and I really want the second set of DNA to come
from you.”
He’d
sampled too much of the latest gin batch and was currently passed out in the
office having a wild, booze induced dream. That could be the only explanation
for what was currently going on because there was no way he stood here, in the
middle of Penny’s apartment, talking about her need for his sperm. Nope. No way
in hell. This was all some weird, messed up gin fever, and he’d be paying for
it in the morning with a hangover from hell.
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