Wet for Christmas

“Stay away from David Foster.”  Yeah, right.  The minute I saw him on stage, the heartbreaking fears my ex-fiancé left me with went right out of my head. David’s hips shimmied and my heart stammered.  How could anyone say no to that rock star god with a voice like an angel and moves like the devil?  I didn’t even try.  Anyway, it was just one night. One crazy, skin-tingling, earth-shattering night.  At least that’s what I thought. Then David showed up. Again.  He says he wants me, but I think he just wants to shed his bad boy image. His leather-clad looks go with the billionaire lifestyle, and I don’t think he’s about to change.  Not for me.  But it’s not just us now. There's a family growing inside me, and I’m starting to think David deserves a chance.  I’ve never been lucky in love, but this time it looks like luck found me.