Pregnant White Trash

She was nine months pregnant, dead broke, and the most irresistible thing he'd ever seen.

Daniel came to Willoughby, Arkansas to run a bank branch, spend a couple of quiet years in the sticks, and get out. He was not supposed to fall for a sassy, sharp-tongued blonde with a belly so round and full it barely fit through the door. He was definitely not supposed to offer her a ride, give her his number, or let her talk him into leaving work early to go to the lake.

But one look at Jessica — her ENORMOUS swollen belly straining against a white t-shirt, her blue eyes daring him to look away — and every sensible plan Daniel ever had evaporated in the Arkansas heat.

Jessica knew exactly what she was: a knocked-up girl from a trailer park with nothing to her name but a few hundred dollars and a baby due any day. She also knew that the clean-cut Yankee in the shiny pickup truck couldn't stop staring. And she had every intention of using that to her advantage.

What neither of them expected was how fast a bad idea could start to feel like the best decision of their lives.

Round, ripe, and ready to burst — Jessica is everything Daniel never knew he wanted. And the bigger she gets, the more obsessed he becomes.

If the thought of a swollen, near-term belly driving an otherwise sensible man completely out of his mind sounds like your kind of story — Pregnant White Trash is exactly what you've been looking for.