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  Table of Contents

  Make Me A Mommy

  Also By Crimson Vixens

  Dedication

  Description

  Author’s Note

  Table of Contents Instructions

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Take A Sneak Peek Of… Burning Hearts

  Mountain Man Baby Daddy

  Second Chance Baby Daddy

  Big Package

  Wanted: Big Bad Brother

  Wanted: Big Bad Single Dad

  Painting Her

  Taste

  Make Me A Mommy

  A Mother’s Day Secret Baby Romance

  By Vivien Vale & Liz K. Lorde

  Copyright 2018 by Crimson Vixens

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.

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  Also By Crimson Vixens

  Daphne Dawn

  Double Dealing

  3 Men of the House

  Double Feature

  Triple Pleasure

  Caught On Tape

  Goldicox

  Double Stuffed

  Wanted: Big Bad Single Dad

  Triple Taught

  The Other Brother

  4 Men of the House

  The Marriage Mistake

  Triple Threat

  Natalie Knight

  Taste

  Painting Her

  Triple Pleasure

  Caught On Tape

  Double Stuffed

  Wanted: Big Bad Single Dad

  Wanted: Big Bad Brother

  The Other Brother

  4 Men of the House

  The Marriage Mistake

  The Proposal Problem

  A Daddy For Mother’s Day

  Vivien Vale

  Hard Bargain

  Hard Luck

  Hard Pressed

  Hard & Fast

  Triple Taught

  Mountain Man Baby Daddy

  Wanted: Big Bad Brother

  Big Package (A Dark Vixens Novella)

  The Good Twin’s Baby

  Spring Break Bride

  His To Protect

  Burning Hearts

  Dedication

  To Sam

  Description

  Seven long years.

  Her face has haunted me.

  Awake and in dreams.

  And nothing is what it seems…

  My life is a puzzle.

  No clue what happened.

  All I know is when I see her,

  I have to know who she is.

  I can’t deny the pull.

  The way we’re drawn together.

  I want to make her mine.

  But there are secrets.

  Hidden truths. Devious lies.

  Ones that threaten to keep us apart.

  When the truth of our past comes out,

  Will I still be able to claim her as my own?

  All I know now is I won’t let her go.

  I’ll make her my bride,

  Become a family.

  Make her a mommy…

  I want my life back.

  But there’s a battle ahead.

  And this time I’m playing for keeps.

  Author’s Note

  Hello my darling Vixens!

  This book has had me typing like mad.

  OMG.

  What a great bunch of characters make up this story. I hope you got to like them as much as I did. It was sad to see he story come to an end.

  But then all good things must come to an end.

  This story was an all-time favorite of mine. Strong alpha male suffers memory loss after a tragic accident while serving for his country. But was it really an accident, or is there more to it than meets the eye?

  Throw in the wife left alone at home to find out she’s pregnant when she gets the news her husband is MIA. Wow. And then he shows up on her doorstep, the day after she finally accepted a marriage proposal from his best friend. This book has it all. Hope you enjoyed reading it.

  Love to you all,

  Vivien Vale

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  Chapter 1

  Shawn

  SEVEN YEARS AGO

  “Promise me you’ll come back home to me.”

  I can hear her utter those words even out here, in the fucking heat, on the dusty fucking road of Tora Bora.

  Every time I think of her blazing green eyes, her gorgeous, sexy, hot curves, and her vixen smile, I feel as if my insides are being put in a blender. It’s the worst fucking feeling.

  Sometimes, I wonder why I’m even out here. When I look around, I see the same question in my comrades.

  On good days, we’re good, but on bad days, we’re fucking awful. Nothing wrong with questioning your own actions, by the way. I mean, let’s face it, we should all question more about what’s going on instead of following blindly.

  Last week, our troop sustained significant loss. It’s hard to come to terms with; it always is.

  None of us like to see anyone get killed. It leads to so much self-questioning—self-doubt. You can’t help but go over and over the attack and how we responded to spot the mistake.

  None of us want to make mistakes. We all want to learn from what goes wrong when it goes wrong.

  If we don’t learn, we won’t survive. Surviving is what matters to all of us.

  How much fucking longer am I going to be stuck out here? Every day is worse than the one before.

  The heat is fucking unbearable, not to mention the dust.

  “Damn. Look at that hot babe.”

  The voice right next to my ear rouses me out of my navel-gazing.

  I glance at James, my best friend, and quickly tuck Evelyn’s picture back into the top pocket of my army shirt.

  The thought of James leering at my Evy does not sit well with me, even if it’s just her picture. I should be used to it by now since he al
ways fucking does it, but it still bothers me every damn time.

  “What’d you do to get her to marry you? Give her a love potion or something?” James jokes, and it’s not the first time I’ve heard this one. “You better watch someone doesn’t steal her away from you.”

  I grimace.

  For the last few days, the urge to return has increased. And James’ comments aren’t helping.

  Coming face to face with death will do that do you. It leaves you questioning what you’re doing. It also leaves you with the “why me” syndrome.

  Why did I survive and Private Jones didn’t? Does it mean I’m a better person, or that my time is coming?

  Trouble is, we all have so many fucking questions and so few answers.

  I’ve asked for a leave pass to go and visit my Evy. But at this stage, it hasn’t been approved. We’re deep within enemy territory, and it’s not easy to simply take a vacation.

  A smile plays on my lips as I imagine the chopper picking me, enemy fire ceasing momentarily, so I can return home.

  Home.

  I can’t fucking wait to get back home.

  There’s so much I miss about home.

  I miss the way Evy runs her hands over my back and presses her body into mine. The way she perfectly fits into me when we cuddle in bed. The way she simply completes me in every which way.

  “Enemy fire!” screams our driver, and instinctively, I duck.

  At the same time, I grab my gun. My eyes scan the horizon.

  Nothing.

  Smack.

  A stray bullet hits the side of the jeep, inches from my head.

  “Close one,” mumbles James and takes cover beside me.

  “Pull over!” yells one of the others, and our driver aims for an old multi-story building to our left.

  There are numerous of these deserted buildings in Afghanistan. Usually, they’ve sustained some type of bombing damage, and the people have fled the area, intent on saving their lives.

  Out here, we don’t see many reports. But occasionally, we get a brave reporter come in to join the troops.

  They only ever last a few days, if that.

  The last one, though, stayed with us for three weeks. He wanted to report things most people didn’t get to read. He wanted to report on the tragedies occurring with the Afghani people, the terrible conditions the troops live in, and all kinds of other shit.

  There was nothing wrong with him or his intention. Trouble is, I think, people don’t want to read the truth. People don’t want to know how our comrades die, how I’ve seen children get shot, and how villages with innocent people bombed.

  Let’s face it: people don’t really want to know the truth about war. The truth about war is it is neither fair, nor just, and it doesn’t solve any problems.

  “Run!” our driver screams, and we do as we’re told.

  James is just ahead of me. A volley of bullets slam into the ground all around him. I see him move his feet faster.

  Frantically, I look around. It’s hard to see exactly what’s going on, but I think I can spot a sniper behind a rock to our left.

  I stop, load, aim, and shoot, just as another volley of bullets kick up the dust just behind James.

  He’s probably out of reach by now, but I still take aim.

  The shooting from that direction stops.

  James comes to an abrupt halt and spins on his heels.

  I give him the thumbs up and grins.

  “Keep fucking going,” I shout and start running again myself, rifle at the ready.

  More shots are fired, but these ones are still some distance away. Once we’re inside the building, we each take up positions at various windows. The enemy is now throwing bombs.

  I can feel the ground shake beneath my feet. Bits of cement crumble onto my head from the ceiling. Some of it goes into my eyes, and I blink furiously.

  “Thanks for saving my life, man.” James takes up position next to me.

  My gun’s pointing out through a small opening in the brick work.

  With my left eye shut, I peer out with my right. It’s difficult to see much, with dust being kicked up and smoke rising into the air.

  “Fucking pricks,” mumbles James and moves a little away from me.

  Unfortunately for him, there’s no window right next to me.

  “No worries, buddy,” I reply and grin at him. “I know you’d do the same for me.”

  We’ve been best friends for a long time. We go way back to school days. James is like a brother to me, and I’d die for him, just like I know he’d die for me.

  It’s because of this that I’ve accepted his strange fondness for my wife. I know he’s got a sweet spot for her. And I know he secretly admires her.

  But since he’s my friend, he knows his place, and he would never step the mark. Like I said, we’re like brothers.

  “Let’s hope it won’t come to it,” he calls back and starts shooting.

  About another minute later, there’s an extremely loud hiss followed by an explosion.

  “We’ve been hit!” yells someone. “Retreat! Retreat!”

  Before I can stand up, there’s another bomb exploding right near the side of the building James and I are in.

  Without warning, the building starts to crumble in on itself. Brick after brick collapses.

  Some of them land on me. I push them off and try to get to my feet. As soon as I’ve gotten rid of about five or six, another dozen or so replace them.

  “James,” I call, but I can’t see anything for all the smoke and rubble coming down around me.

  The noise is deafening.

  Is this the end?

  My heart starts to beat faster. Adrenaline pulses through me as I think of Evelyn, and an overwhelming need to stay alive grips ahold of me.

  I throw off more bricks.

  “Help!” I yell, since by now I’m totally pinned to the ground with debris and rubble.

  No one comes. I can’t hear anyone. Apart from gunfire and explosions, it’s silent.

  Have my comrades all died?

  A cold shiver runs down my spine.

  My eyes search my surrounding area. I still can’t see much.

  Come on, I urge myself on. You gotta get the fuck out of here.

  I’m making slow headway.

  There’s a low grumble, and I look up, horrified. The wall seems to be shaking. If it falls on top of me, that’ll be the end, for sure.

  “Help…fuck…help…anyone…”

  My throat is hurting. My fingers are aching. I feel blood trickling down my face; something must have struck the side of it without me noticing.

  “Help,” I try again, but this time with less hope.

  I think this is it. I’m going to die here in this godforsaken place, all alone, without ever getting to see or kiss Evy again.

  “Shawn?”

  My head snaps up. It’s James.

  “Over here,” I call and wave my arms.

  I can see him emerge from the dust and smoke. It’s a bit like a movie scene.

  He gets closer.

  “Thank god,” I start, and then I only stare.

  He’s holding a piece of wood in his right hand. His face is anything but friendly.

  “James,” I start, then stop. “Where are the others?”

  What the fuck is he doing?

  “Gone” is all he says before he takes a swing, and the world goes pitch black.

  Chapter 2

  Evelyn

  The lump at the back of my throat is getting bigger, and I feel tears well up in my eyes.

  Holy shit.

  Why is it that, wherever I go, I still notice all the happy couples around me, reminding me of what I no longer have, as opposed to reminding me to count my blessings?

  “Mom.” Tanner pulls at my jacket.

  “Yes, darling?” I look at him and hope he doesn’t see the way my eyes must be shimmering from the tears welling up in them.

  At six years of age, he can be r
emarkably perceptive when it comes to my moods. Try as I might to hide my sorrow from him, there are times when he’ll pick up on it.

  The other day, I stood at the kitchen sink, consumed with sadness over Shawn missing in action—no, worse, presumed dead. Tanner came into the kitchen and just walked up to me and gave me a big hug.

  He’s like that, my Tanner, so thoughtful and considerate of others, just like his father, Shawn.

  I sigh.

  And he looks just so much like his father, too.

  “Can I have one of those?”

  I let my gaze follow the path of his finger. Try as I might, though, I can’t quite see what he’s pointing at.

  “What, sweetie?”

  “I think he wants one of those baseball bats,” James says and turns my head a little to the right, until I see what my little Tanner’s pointing at.

  Instinctively, I pull back from James’ touch.

  James, the good soul that he is, either doesn’t notice my reaction or chooses to ignore it.

  I suppose I should be lucky to have James here.

  James and Shawn were best friends. In their youth, they were inseparable. But war tore them apart.

  He returned from active service in Afghanistan. Shawn didn’t.

  That was seven years ago.

  I sigh.

  People are wrong when they say it gets easier. It’s just as hard now as it’s always been. I still half-expect him to walk through the door, for me to wake from this nightmare. But he hasn’t, and of course, he won’t.

  There’s never been a body.

  At first, he was just listed as missing in action—MIA. Eventually, he was declared ‘presumed dead’.

  “I’ll get it for him.” James’ voice brings me back to the here and now.

  I give him my most cheerful smile.

  “You don’t have to,” I protest, but James is already on the way, and Tanner is following excitedly.