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I never thought I’d be carrying a stranger’s baby for money, let alone a sexy, frustrating, controlling one like Colton Collins. I’m in a pregnancy-of-convenience with someone I can’t stand, but am also attracted to. How am I going to make this work? I’m Emily Valdez. College student. 24-year-old aspiring nurse. And surrogate to Colton Collins—the rich-beyond-belief enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I never thought I’d be carrying a stranger’s baby for money, let alone a sexy, frustrating, controlling one like Colton. Colton wants a baby and says he always gets what he wants. But what if I want him? *** I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way