I refuse to accept that this series is over. I don't want to talk about it. I'M NOT READY TO TALK ABOUT THIS.
But it was amazing,
and I miss my girls already.
I loved how much Staci tackled in there was so much going on with out girls and them we got to this final book and it was all so beautiful. I loved the premise and the emotions and Ir elated to the main characters SO much. Both of them elicited emotion in me over and over again and I yelled out loud at this book far more than once.
Beautiful and heart hurting and just wonderful.
Synopsis:
Chemistry is my love language.
I’ve always been able to separate feelings from chemosignals. A shot of dopamine, a dash of serotonin, and a sprinkle of oxytocin—and bam. You’re in love.
And when egg meets sperm, you’re pregnant.
I couldn’t even be surprised as I stared down at the little blue plus sign, because I knew exactly when and how, and with whom it happened.
When: approximately five weeks ago.
Who: one night stand.
How: prophylactic malfunction.
The upside? I don’t have to go looking for a suitable mate.
Genetically, he’s the cream of the crop. His musculature is a study in symmetry and strength, his height imposing and dominant. He is a man who thrives on control and command, a man who survives on intelligence and resourcefulness. A perfect male specimen.
And the whole package is wrapped up in a flawlessly tailored suit.
I’m having this baby, and he insists we’re well-suited to have it together. And what’s worse? He wants more, in the way of love and marriage.
But love isn’t real. It’s just a product of chemistry.
And if he changes my mind about that, we’re both in trouble.
