The Billionaire's Baby Mama
My brain was so stressed that I was sure steam was coming out of my head with how hard I was thinking.
Choosing my favourite book was like asking me to do the impossible, because I couldn’t. There were just too many for my poor brain to decide. If I picked one, it would be like I was betraying the others, and I didn’t want to betray my lovely books.
“I know that feeling,” he said, giving me a sympathetic smile. “But I do have a favourite author, or rather, three favourite authors. M.K. Robin, Karen Justin, and April Dove!”
“April Dove! As in the same April Dove that wrote the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series?!” I gaped at him.