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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Claiming His Baby
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Nikki Chase
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I let a masked stranger blindfold me. He demands my submission. Claims every inch of me. We part ways . . . then I find out I’m pregnant. I don’t think I’ll ever see him again, and that’s not even my biggest problem. He’s hot, powerful, and arrogant. The kind of guy who always gets what he wants. To my surprise, he wants me. His voice hypnotizes me. His touch scorches my skin. For a few moments, he makes me forget about my name, my father’s rules, and my duty to my family. Then, I find out I’m pregnant. To keep myself and my baby safe, I have to leave the only life I’ve ever known. I shed my identity like old clothes. Four years later, my mysterious stranger finds me. He says he’ll protect me. It sounds perfect . . . until he tells me who he really is. He’s one of them, which means I can’t trust him. He’s not just a cocky bad boy; he’s a dangerous man with dark secrets. But when I see him holding our son in his arms, it feels right. Maybe this is crazy talk, but he makes me want to throw all my objections out the window. ***Claiming His Baby is a standalone, full-length novel of approximately 54,000 words. No cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed happily ever after.
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Prologue

Sitting across from me is a dead woman.

At least, that’s what she’s supposed to be. I don’t actually make a habit out of dining with the dead.

If I reached my hand across the table, I could touch her, but she can’t see me. She doesn’t know it’s me.

Would she remember me after all these years?

I was wearing a mask over my face for most of that one night we spent together. That one fateful night, we saved each other, dove headfirst into the murky depths of our depravity together, and then she walked away from me.

For four years, she has been my obsession. Thoughts of her burrow into my brain and shroud my heart. Amidst the dull ache of routine, she’s the only bright spot in my life.

And now, all my hard work has paid off. I’ve found her.

Once I tracked her down, it was easy. At least I’d proven to myself that she was alive, that I wasn’t delusional. Even though everybody believed she was dead, I knew with complete certainty that she was out there, living and breathing. I could feel her.

I wanted to stand on her stoop and knock on her door. Watch her as a multitude of emotions flit through her lovely face. Surprise. Recognition. Disbelief. But I knew she’d be dominated by fear the very next moment. And I don’t want that.

So I tracked down a matchmaking agency, of all things, and arranged it so we could meet here to dine together in the dark. No faces. No identities. Just words. Voices.

She goes by Ashley these days. Not her real name, of course. But I’ll use it anyway. I can’t rouse her suspicion.

I want to get to know her—this version of her. And that won’t happen if she’s aware of who she’s talking to.

“So, Ashley, what do you do?” I ask. Casual question. Nonchalant tone. Appropriate for a first blind date.

Under the surface, a storm rages. I fight the urge to rip her off her dining chair and crush her body against mine. The savory aroma of food suffuses the air, but what I really want to smell is her scent of wild jasmine. I want to taste the sweetness on her lips.

I have to be patient. I’ve almost got her in my grasp. Can’t let her slip through my fingers.

She’s mine. Now that I’ve found her, I’ll never let her go.

Grace

Four Years Earlier

“You’re on your own?” The girl behind the counter asks. Her perfectly penciled eyebrows narrow as she tilts her blonde head and stares at me.

I knew it. This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have come here.

But I’ve already come this far. And this is my last chance. Besides, with this mask over the top half of my face, I’m somewhat anonymous.

Anxiety tightens its grasp around my stomach. “Is there a problem? Your website says single females are welcome.”

“Oh, of course!” She widens her eyes, and the winged tails of her cat-eye liner swish up. “I didn’t mean it like that. You’re welcome, of course. I just don’t often see girls like . . . Uh, don’t often see girls, like, come here on their own their first time, you know?”

“Girls like you.” That’s what she wanted to say.

Damn it. I’ve tried my best to follow the dress code shown on the website but apparently I still look out of place.

“Yeah.” I finger the delicate lace of my black lingerie, rubbing the fabric nervously.

Maybe I should’ve picked something other than the babydoll with the opaque chest. Judging by the other girls in the line, baring my nipples would draw less attention.

I look like a prude. Stick out like a sore thumb.

“Okay, so, since this is your first time, I’ll give you the grand tour. My name is Amanda and you can come to me with any questions.” The blonde girl gives me an apologetic smile—maybe she senses my nervousness.

It doesn’t help much, to be honest, because she’s gorgeous and is even more stunning when she smiles. In fact, every girl who works here wouldn’t look out of place on the Victoria’s Secret runway. I can just imagine Amanda wearing the oversized wings on her back.

“Thanks. I’m Gra . . . Ashley.” I clear my throat and try again. “I’m Ashley.”

Jesus. The first person I talk to here and I almost tell her my real name. I need to be careful. Nobody can ever find out I’m here. Nobody.

“Nice to meet you, Ashley,” Amanda says.

If she noticed me falter, she doesn’t show it. She probably comes across hundreds of names a night anyway. She’ll forget mine before the end of the night.

Amanda moves up the long table and gestures for me to follow her, letting the other girl help the next guest. She stops in front of a black, leather basket filled with white, black, and gray bracelets. “If you’ve been on the website, maybe you know about our color codes?”

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It was supposed to be a one-night stand. Then, I found out I was pregnant. A stranger knocked me up. I don't know his name. I don't even know what he looks like. We met in a dark, secret club and he was wearing a mask. That night, I surrendered to his commanding voice and hot, dominant touch . . . then he showed me his true colors. I don't think I'll ever see him again. After what happened, I don't want to see him again. But three years later, he storms back into my life. He shows up like just another one of my brother's dinner guests, then he drops the bomb. He tells me he knows my secret. That's when I recognize those green eyes. That chiseled jawline. That big . . . ego. The pure, unbridled desire in his gaze makes me want to give in. I want him to tie me up, blindfold me, and . . . No. It would be wrong. Reckless. How can I trust him, after what he did that night? But he says he's not going anywhere. Now that he's found me and the baby, he wants us to be a family. This is a standalone, full-length novel of approximately 53,000 words. No cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed happily ever after. Contains elements of light BDSM.
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Prologue

Katie

What fresh fuckery is this?

I curse in my head as I stare at the plastic stick, the one with my pee on one end and two positive lines on the little window.

Shit. What do I do now?

I never thought this would happen to me—ever.

I don’t just say that because I’m a medical practitioner instead of a clueless teenager who hasn’t even sat through a sex-ed class.

I say that because that’s what multiple doctors have told me about the state of my fertility.

I say that because after going through nursing school and gaining some understanding of what medical test results mean, I agree.

I mean, I agreed. Past tense.

Obviously, I was wrong.

All those doctors were wrong.

Sometimes, medical science gets things wrong. This is one of those rare times.

Usually, people know exactly how to react when they hear news about their health that contradicts what the doctors have told them.

Having worked in a hospital for five years, I’ve seen this scenario a handful of times: doctor makes a grim diagnosis; patient’s family grieves; new test result comes in; turns out the patient’s body has somehow fixed itself; family celebrates.

But in my case, I don’t know if this is cause for celebration.

I’ve often wondered, in the past, whether I’d be able to bring myself to get an abortion in case of accidental pregnancy. I never made a choice, though, because I didn’t think it would ever happen anyway.

It’s ridiculous, but I feel like someone’s playing a trick on me. It’s like there’s an evil genius who sits in the control room of my body—a dark, sinister room with sound-proofing foam all over the walls and dots of flashing red lights all over the machinery. All that infertility stuff was just an experiment he was conducting to see if he could fool modern medicine.

It’s fun to blame my problems on imaginary creatures, but it’s not helping.

I need to make a decision about this pregnancy: keep it, or let it go?

My mind stacks up the pros and cons of my options.

Obviously, if I keep it, I’ll have to raise it—I mean, him or her—and that would turn my whole life upside down.

Just yesterday, Martha, the head nurse, was complaining about how everybody was on maternity leave and there was nobody to fill the schedule. I told her she didn’t have to worry about that with me, and she gave me a sad look.

I wonder if I jinxed myself yesterday. Or maybe, Martha has a secret life: nurse by day, powerful witch by night.

At least, I know getting a maternity leave shouldn’t be a problem. For all the challenges this pregnancy might bring, money’s not one of them. I happen to have a pretty awesome job that pays me well and comes with a ton of great benefits.

Time management could be a bigger challenge because I have a busy calendar and barely have enough time to sleep.

But as I learn from hanging out in the maternity ward, priorities apparently shift after the birth of a child, so things that used to matter to young mothers stop bothering them so much. That means I may not even care about greasy hair or missing out on nights out once the baby comes.

Jesus. What am I saying, once the baby comes? I mean if.

I’m not ruling out abortion. Not yet, at least.

I respect the right of a woman to make her own choices, but I’ve never stopped to consider what I’d do in a situation like that—I mean, situation like this.

Oh, man. I’m in deep shit, aren’t I? I’m living what some people would consider a hypothetical nightmare scenario.

But at the same time, it doesn’t feel like a choice at all.

There’s this knot in my gut that tells me that there’s no other option, that I have to do my best to carry this baby and give him life.

There’s an alien longing, deep in the pit of my stomach. I long to take part in this human experience; I never thought I’d have the privilege to do it.

If I let go of this opportunity, I may never get another chance again. I may regret it for the rest of my life.

Either way, this is a life sentence. I can be a mom for the rest of my life, or never be a mom at all.

It takes eighteen years for a baby to reach adulthood. But let’s face it, if current employment trends continue, this baby will still be living in my basement when he’s forty.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, I grin at the thought.

Nah, if he’s anything like me, he’s going to run away at sixteen and dodge all my calls because he’s too busy partying.

Am I really considering this?

Am I really choosing to be a mom?

Can I actually do it?

Doubt pollutes my mind, dissipating the brief joy that I felt when fantasizing about the child. My child.

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The Hunter brothers are back in town, and all five of them have got their eyes on one lucky girl. I’ve always had a crush on the boys next door. I used to peek from my bedroom window when they were playing in their backyard. I didn’t even care that they never looked my way. Now that we’re all grown up and they’re home for a visit, something’s different. The way they stare at me sends a thrill down my spine. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they’re checking me out and they like what they see. But that’s insane, right? There’s no way the five gorgeous brothers are into me. I try to forget about them, but we keep running into one another in this small town. One night, the Hunter brothers even save me from my harassing ex. I’m in trouble. It’s getting harder and harder to ignore the wicked glint in their eyes, or the way they linger when we touch . . . When they whisper in my ears, telling me all the naughty things they want to do to me, I can’t deny it any longer. I want them, too. All five of them. It’s wrong. Oh, so wrong. But five alpha, protective, hot-as-sin men? What chance do I have of resisting the Hunter brothers?
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Prologue

Ava

I nuzzle my face into Liam’s chest and mewl happily. He’s so warm and it feels cold outside the covers. I don’t want to leave the bed.

I feel Ollie stir behind me. “Hi, Ava,” he says in a hoarse, sleepy voice.

“Morning, Ollie.”

Ollie scoots closer to wrap his arm around me, spooning me. He moves my hair aside and comes closer, putting his lips right up against the back of my neck. “Morning, Ava.”

I gasp as a jolt of pleasure shoots from my sensitive neck, all the way down to my core.

I have two men in my bed. Two strong, gorgeous, sexy, men who are obviously into me, too.

This early in the morning, my brain seems to still be asleep. But my nerve endings aren’t. I can feel every little breath of Ollie’s that falls on my skin, and it kindles a hungry flame inside me.

“Do you like that, Ava?” Liam asks as he stares intently at me, his hungry eyes studying me.

“Yeah.” I bite down on my bottom lip to muffle a moan that’s threatening to escape.

“I can make it feel even better.” Liam smirks as he puts his hand on my hip, under the covers.

Liam keeps his gaze on my face, waiting for any sign of my disapproval. Seeing none, he drags his hand up my abdomen, slipping under my shirt. His fingers find my nipple already hard and erect. The smirk on his face grows wider.

Liam kneads my breasts as Ollie’s hand on my stomach pulls me back until I feel his hard morning wood poking against my butt cheeks.

It doesn’t take long until I can’t stifle my voice anymore. My lips part, letting my sighs and moans out.

“Lift up your hands, Ava,” Ollie says as he pulls my shirt up from the back.

I don’t sleep with a bra on, so as soon as the shirt comes off I’m naked from the waist up and lying on my side—not exactly a flattering angle for my breasts. Gravity does strange things to them when I’m in this position.

Still, Liam doesn’t seem to mind. He shoots me a hungry smile as he kisses my throat and moves down to the valley between my breasts.

As Liam latches onto my nipple, Ollie’s hand wanders south and slips under the waistband of the sweatpants I wear to bed.

I gasp when his fingers find my lower lips. Instinctively, I arch my back, which only pushes my ass back against his hard package behind me.

“You’re wet,” Ollie whispers from behind me. “You like being with two guys at the same time, Ava?”

I want to shake my head, but Ollie would know I’m lying. My panties are drenched.

“Yeah.” My voice comes out in a sigh that’s heavily laced with arousal.

Suddenly, we hear three knocks on the door and stop, looking at one another.

It’s most likely the other Hunter brothers behind that door, and they’ve probably heard my want-filled moans . . .

Are they joining us?

Do I want them to?

Ava

I wasted three years of my life with a loser. Three precious years I’ll never get back. Even by my standards, what happened with Joseph was bad.

I don’t know why I have such bad luck with men. It’s not that I’m hideous and nobody wants me.

I have long, silky chestnut hair and almond-shaped green eyes, both of which get me regular compliments. I wish I was taller, but I’ve been told I have a proportional body.

Yes, I’ve put on a little bit of weight over summer holiday, but I can still fit into my clothes, although I’ll admit they’re a little tight.

I do get some male attention, but . . . I don’t know, I’m just not into the men who like me, and the men I like aren’t into me.

My mom says I’m too picky. She says when she was my age, she was already pregnant with me. She’s always been very domestic, my mom. And competitive.

She probably would’ve had more children if it weren’t for her endometriosis, which she got not long after giving birth to me. She tells me she cried and wailed in her doctor’s office he told her the disease had gotten so bad a hysterectomy was medically necessary.

Maybe that’s why she wants me to get married and pop out babies ASAP. I’m only twenty-one, but that also means my mom’s been waiting for twenty-one years to have another baby in the family.

That’s one of the big reasons why I stayed with Joseph for so long, actually: because my mom liked him. She still does, which kind of makes me angry.

I mean, she’s my mom; she’s supposed to be on my side.

I could forgive her when I was still with Joseph, because I didn’t tell her what he was like. But now that she knows, I’m having trouble understanding why she still wants me to be with him.

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I promised my best friend I’d protect his sister from a dark secret. Then I see her–all grown up, gorgeous, and completely off-limits. I try to stay away… until I find out just how bad she’s been. Screw protection. What she really needs is punishment. Peter gave me one task before he went away: protect his little sister from a deep, dark secret. I said yes, naturally. I’d keep an eye on her. Anything for my best friend. It’s been five years since I last saw Sarah. She’s a woman now, with ripe curves and a graceful elegance. The sight of her makes me wish for a repeat of our one-night-stand, when I took her in my tattoo parlor and made her scream out my name in ecstasy. I try to keep my dirty hands off her. But when she posts on a kinky website, looking for a dominant master, I can’t just sit on my hands. She’s putting herself in danger. I have to step in. So I send her a message–anonymously, of course. I tell her I’m the Dom she’s been looking for. I tell her I’m going to inflict exquisite pain on her body and give her unimaginable pleasure. I know exactly what to say… because those same dark urges have been haunting me, too. I’m not really going to do any of those depraved things to Sarah, though. She deserves better. I just want to show her she’s playing a dangerous game and convince her to live with me, at least temporarily. For her own safety. But who am I kidding? That’s bullsh*t. I just want her all to myself. The sweet submission in her eyes calls out to the darkness within me. And it’s only a matter of time until I cave.
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Prologue

Something cold and wet falls on my forehead. I look up, but it’s not raining. I wonder if someone’s window A/C’s dripping.

Then, all of a sudden, my world goes dark.

I start to scream, but a large, masculine hand covers my mouth, muffling my voice. A thick arm wraps around my waist and presses on the valley between my breasts.

“I thought you’d be happier to see me . . . doll,” whispers my captor. His breath falls hot on my ear and spreads as goosebumps all over my skin.

He’s here.

PuppetMaster’s here.

And he’s a big, strong, burly man. Even though he’s just one person, it feels like there are hard, solid walls of man surrounding me on all sides.

His chest is broad and sturdy against my back; his arms are so strong I can barely move in his steel grip. Yet, he’s careful not to hurt me or put me in discomfort in any way . . . for now, at least.

I kick and scream, knowing that will irritate PuppetMaster. Maybe I’ll annoy him enough to make him want to hurt me.

He tightens his hold on me, sliding his hand up to my neck and squeezing until I stop struggling. “Remember the safe word, doll?” he asks again in a raspy whisper.

“What safe word?” I ask.

“Exactly.” PuppetMaster continues to speak in a strange, low whisper. “Promise you won’t fight me, doll?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You don’t want people to stare and get us into trouble, do you?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he rasps.

Sarah

In ancient India, when a man died, his widow would throw herself into her husband’s funeral pyre and burn to ashes.

Of course, not every widow did this. If the husband had chosen to be buried instead, she could simply join him in his coffin—alive. She could also choose to drown herself.

So, you see, plenty of options for those widows.

This practice was outlawed in the nineteenth century, not long after Europeans entered India and started meddling in their affairs.

I know. It sounds like a terrifying, inhumane practice.

But right now, I wish those Europeans would’ve seen some good in it and spread the custom throughout the Western world instead.

As men lower a shiny, brand-new, wooden casket into the ground, undeterred by heavy rain, I raise my gaze to stare at her—the woman who’s made my life a living hell more times than I can count.

Her ex-husband died years ago, and this funeral is for her son, but better late than never, right?

I guess, technically, she’s not a widow because she’d already gotten divorced when her ex-husband died, but I don’t think divorce existed in ancient India.

I imagine myself pushing her off into the damp, muddy hole while black-clad mourners cheer and egg me on. I’d be doing the right thing. I mean, I’d prefer to see her go out with a literal blaze, but it’s raining pretty hard right now, and I don’t think we could start a blazing pyre if we tried.

Or maybe we can. I don’t know. I’m really not an expert on the subject; it was just something I came across on Wikipedia when I was bored.

I don’t feel like looking it up on my phone now because that would be disrespectful to the good man whose funeral I’m attending. Besides, the wind’s trying to snatch my black umbrella away, and I need to hold it with both my hands.

I don’t care about being historically accurate. I just want to fantasize about my mom dying a horrible death.

It’d be easy, too, because she’s practically skin and bones these days.

Her hair is dull. Her skin is pale and blotchy. The darkness around her eyes isn’t just makeup.

She looks bored with her empty gaze, no doubt because she’d rather be shooting up some drugs at home. I’ll bet good money that underneath those long sleeves, she’s hiding needle marks.

Even though it’s only been five years since I last saw her, it looks like she’s aged twenty years. The lines on her face are so deep and numerous that her skin appears leathery.

If she showed up at a plastic surgeon’s office, asking for Botox, they’d have to restock their supplies when they were done with her. I can’t even begin to imagine how she’d look with permanently tight facial muscles, though. As it is right now, her face shows no emotions. Or, maybe she doesn’t have any left anymore.

That said, when I was growing up, it felt like she was always wearing a scowling mask. Maybe her current lack of facial expression is an improvement.

I tighten my grip on the umbrella handle as the wind pulls it in all directions. My black lace dress is already half wet, despite my best efforts in rotating the umbrella every time the wind changes directions. It’s chilly, and I can’t help but shiver every once in a while, gritting my teeth together.

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