Charming as Puck(96)

“Wha—oh my god,” Dr. Oakley gasps. “Are you—is that—did he—”

“Surprise,” Kami says weakly to her mom.

And that’s all I let her get out before I dash her to the bathroom.

She’s actually laughing while she’s tossing her cookies. “Your poor mother,” she says, which is hilariously, completely Kami.

Feeling sorry for my mother while she’s losing her Christmas dinner.

“Felicity at her wedding…me at ours…”

The sounds of my mother’s sobs are carrying over the karaoke music that the Bergers apparently set up.

Or maybe that’s Kami’s mom.

Or both of them.

And I’m almost positive it’s happy sobs.

“Trust me,” I say, rubbing her back, “she’d rather have the grandkids than picture perfect weddings for her own kids. Feeling better?”

She slumps back against me and sighs. “I think I need more pumpkin pie.”

“You’re my pumpkin pie.” I reach into my pocket and pull out our wedding rings. Because she’s Kami, she asked for a simple platinum band.

And because I like to spoil her, I had it intertwined with a band of diamond chips. “May I, Mrs. Murphy?” I murmur, tilting it in front of us to watch the diamonds catch the light.

She wiggles her fingers. “Yes, please.”

“I’m going to love you for all eternity,” I whisper as I slip her ring onto her finger. I gently touch her belly, and add, “And you too.”

Kami takes my ring from me and slides it over my knuckles. “I love you to infinity and back,” she tells me, leaning back to press a soft kiss to my cheek.

Out in our living room, someone’s starting a Bro Code song.

Probably Ares.

He loves that boy band music.

And we should probably get back to our guests.

But I don’t want to.

Not when I can sit here, with my wife, holding her and doing my damnedest to make her early pregnancy as comfortable as it can be.

There’s a knock at the door though. “Nick? Kami?” Felicity whispers. “I have ginger mints, and I think Zeus brought a stink bomb. Give me four minutes, and we can sneak you upstairs before he sets it off and gets rid of your guests.”

Kami laughs softly. “We are going to have the most interesting life,” she says happily.

I rise and pull her to her feet, watching her carefully for signs of more trouble. But for the moment, she seems okay.

Still, no reason to take any chances, so I sweep my beautiful wife up into my arms. “Ah, gorgeous, we already do.”



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Pippa Grant Reading Order





The Mister McHottie World…

Mister McHottie (Chase & Ambrosia)

Stud in the Stacks (Parker & Knox)

The Pilot and the Puck-Up (Zeus and Joey)

Royally Pucked (Manning and Gracie)

Beauty and the Beefcake (Ares and Felicity)

Rockaway Bride (Willow and Dax)

Hot Heir (Viktor and Peach)

The Hero and the Hacktivist (Rhett and Eloise)

Charming as Puck (Nick and Kami)





Standalones

Exes and Ho Ho Hos (Jake and Kaitlyn)





Co-Written with Lili Valente

Hosed (Ryan and Cassie)





Coming Soon

Flirting with the Frenemy

America’s Geekheart

Truth or Heir

The Princess and the Protector

The SEAL and the Starlet





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HOSED Sneak Peek





If you love hot, sexy firefighters who are in love with the virgin next door, read on for an excerpt of Hosed, co-written with the fabulous Lili Valente…

Ryan O’Dell

(aka a small-town firefighter unaware that a dildo is about to change his life)





There’s nothing like a good lube fire your first morning back from vacation.

Or so I assume. This is actually a first for our station. Can’t help but wonder if it’ll be the last.

Hank lays on the horn and slows the engine at the main intersection in Happy Cat, Georgia. We can see the Sunshine Sex Toys factory three blocks and one left ahead. But with Maud and Gerald Hutchins standing in the center of the road—him six-two, two-fifty, with a gray comb-over flapping above a hastily written Let It Burn sign, her five-ten, a buck-twenty-five, her hair dyed blue and coming out of its ponytail while she tries to shove him out of the way—we’re not setting any rapid response records.