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Unexpected Daddy

When twenty-six-year-old Joey Beirs is summoned to the emergency room one evening, the last thing he expects to find is that his twin brother and Jeremy's wife have both been killed in a car accident, leaving him an UNEXPECTED DADDY to his newborn niece, Abby. Closing in on the end of his leave from work, Joey has to find suitable childcare for Abby. After yet another interview turns south, Joey is accosted by homophobic bigots and saved by Geoff Allread.

Geoff is in his forties, an out-of-work carpenter whose unemployment is running out, soon to be faced with working in fast food or retail to keep food on the table in the recession. He's also late to come out of the closet, a wounded man who has lost everything by admitting what he is... including his daughter from his ill-fated marriage. Geoff is good with kids and adores Abby. It's a match made in heaven. At forty-three, Geoff needs a job that doesn't mean asking if someone wants fries, and Joey needs someone who's good with Abby.

But can both of them overcome their hurts and accept that the age difference doesn't matter as much as finding what they've both lost... a stable family?

Book 1 of the Unexpected Daddies series

A Phaze Books Release

Contains sexual language and explicit sexual situations intended for the enjoyment of adult readers.

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Brenna Lyons

Brenna Lyons wears many hats, sometimes all on the same day: former president of EPIC, author of more than 95 published works, office administrator, columnist, special needs teacher, wife, mother...and member in good standing of more than 60 writing advocacy groups. In her first nine years published in novel-length, she's won 3 EPIC e-Book Awards (out of 15 finalists) and finaled for 3 PEARLS (including one Honorable Mention, second to NY Times Bestseller Angela Knight), 2 CAPAS, and a Dream Realm Award. She's also taken Spinetingler's Book of the Year for 2007. Brenna writes milieu-heavy dark fiction, mainly science fiction, fantasy and horror, straight genre, romance and erotic crosses, poetry, articles, and essays. She teaches everything from marketing to choosing an indie publisher, and she's been called "one of the most deviant erotic minds in publishing today" by Fallen Angels. Find out more about Brenna at Youtube

Brenna loves talking to readers and can be reached via her site at www.brennalyons.comAwards for Mundania/Phaze Books...


Finalist PEARL 2003 (Schente Night)
Finalist Dream Realm Award 2003 (Last Chance for Love)
Finalist CAPA 2004 (Written in the Stars)
Honorable Mention PEARL 2004 (Night Warriors)
Finalist PEARL 2004 (Konig Cursebreakers)
Finalist EPPIE 2004 (Fion's Daughter)
Finalist EPPIE 2006 (Rites of Mating)
Finalist EPPIE 2006 (All I Want for Christmas)
Runner-Up Love Romance's Cafe and More Best SF/F Book of the year 2008 (Last Chance for Love)
Finalist EPPIE 2008 (Phaze in Verse)
Finalist EPPIE 2009 (Coming Together: Under Fire)
Winner EPIC's eBook Awards 2010 (Time Currents)
Joyfully Reviewed's Best Books of 2010 (Written in the Stars)
Finalist EPIC's eBook Awards 2010 (Matchmaker's Misery)
Finalist EPIC's eBook Awards 2011 (The Master's Lover)
Finalist EPIC's eBook Awards 2011 (Bride Ball)

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Contains sexual language and explicit sexual situations intended for the enjoyment of adult readers.

Excerpt

Chapter One

Joey Biers sprinted through the ER doors and to the desk. “Jeremy and Alison Biers,” he panted out.

“If you’ll have a seat, Mister—”

“They said it was an emergency.”

She shot him a look that said Joey was an idiot.

“I know everything here is technically an emergency, but—”

“If you’ll just take a seat, sir,” she suggested. “I’ll see what I can find out for you.”

The urge to pound his fist into the desk was overridden by the fact that he wouldn’t learn anything about his brother and sister-in-law while sitting in a jail cell. Joey swallowed his pride and murmured his acceptance. That settled—for the moment—he ambled to the closest empty seat and all but collapsed into it.

The mad dash across town, coupled with a long day at the office, had taken its toll on him. Joey waited long enough to see the secretary at the desk dialing the phone before he closed his eyes and laid his head back on the cement block wall.

Sounds became muted, and he drifted in a semiconscious state. Rushing feet and announcements faded into the background. If it weren’t for the acrid smells of sickness and antiseptics, he would surely have fallen asleep almost immediately.

As it was, it seemed he sat there for an inordinately long time. He was on the verge of going back to the desk to ask for an update, when a soft, female voice spoke from very close to him.

“Mister Biers?”

Joey levered his eyelids up and took stock of her. The doctor wasn’t much older than his own twenty-six years, he’d wager, a petite brunette that would have been just his twin’s type a few years ago.

Before he met Alison. “Yes. I’m Joey Biers.”

“If you’d come with me, please.” She turned without waiting for an answer and led the way through the double doors into the treatment area.

Joey tried hard not to peek into any of the alcoves. She would stop at whichever one was important to him, and the misery of others was none of his business.

It wasn’t until they stopped at the elevator that he started to question where they were going. “They’ve been admitted?” Why hadn’t anyone told him that? How bad were their injuries?

Bad. They said it was an emergency and I shouldn’t waste time.

The doctor surged through the parting elevator doors and punched a button, forcing Joey to follow her. The doors closed them in.

“Doctor, I don’t mean to be rude, but I want some answers.”

She didn’t look at him. “I know you do. You’ll have to forgive me for being at a loss. One of the plus sides to going in obstetrics is not having to give bad news often. I’m… a little out of practice.”

Obstetrics. Alison was a month from her due date. “Did they lose the baby? Or did something happen to Alison?” It was out before he had a chance to brace himself for what might be said.

No matter which member of his family Jeremy had lost, his brother would be crushed. If he’s lost them both, I don’t think he’ll survive it.

The doctor looked up at him, her brown eyes tired and soulful. “There was an accident.”

“Yes. The police said that.” A drunken driver had run his brother’s car into a ditch. Both Jeremy and Alison had been severely injured. What a lousy thing to tell someone over the phone. Just that and nothing more.

“Your brother managed to get his wife out.”

“Alison.” For some reason, it was important that the doctor use her name. Joey couldn’t say what difference it made, but it made one.

“Alison. Yes…” She fidgeted and looked away for a moment. When she looked back, she’d steeled her expression.

The elevator doors opened, but neither of them moved. The doctor pressed the button to keep them where they were.

“Your brother didn’t make it out of the wreckage alive. He got tangled in the seatbelt and… there was water in the ditch.”

He drowned. The mental image sent shivers down Joey’s spine. He nodded dumbly. Alison was going to be distraught. It was definitely the wrong time for that.

The doctor exited the elevator, and Joey followed her. For a moment, they walked in silence.

“How is Alison?”

She didn’t answer immediately.

Finally, the doctor stopped and turned to look at him again. “Her injuries were too severe. I’m sorry. We tried everything.”

His head in a flat spin, Joey tried to control his anger. “Why did you bring me up here, if there’s nothing left?” he snapped.

Her flitting hand movement drew Joey’s eyes toward the huge plate glass window. Two rows of clear plastic bassinettes sat in the center of the room, all but a few of them occupied with tiny newborns.

Before he could question if one of them was his niece or nephew, the doctor pressed a buzzer and stated his last name.

Our last name. My gods, there’s a baby in there who has no one else now. He or she depends on me.

One of the hovering nurses nodded and plucked a baby from the closer row. She turned toward the window, holding a swaddled infant with a pink knitted cap. Golden curls, which matched his own and Jeremy’s, poked around the edges of the cap.

Tears burned at Joey’s eyes. “A girl. She’s… Is she okay?”

A smile flirted with the doctor’s lips. “She’s perfect, but we’ll be keeping an eye on her for a few days.” She paused for a moment. “Alison named her Abigail. Abigail Juliet Biers.”

“Abby.” It had been the forerunner in the name race, he knew. Joey stared at her, his heart pounding. I don’t know how to take care of a baby, but I guess I better learn quickly.

“I have to ask you this,” the doctor hedged.

Joey peeled his gaze away from his niece and focused it on the squirming doctor, warning bells going off in his head. “Ask me what?”

“Do you feel you can care for Abigail?” She shifted, as if in discomfort. “There are alternatives—”

“Not a chance. Abby stays with me.” After the years he and Jeremy spent in foster care, there was no way strangers were going to take his niece away from the family. I’m not much family, but family comes first.

She didn’t second guess him. Her smile was wide and heartfelt. “In that case, I should probably introduce you to the nursery staff. If you need help, the nurses would be glad to show you the basics of baby care.”

His heart eased a notch. “Thanks. That would be great.” Thank goodness. I don’t have to do this alone.