<p><strong><em>My professor gave me my first D.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>Now my next assignment is due…in nine months.</em></strong></p><p>You know when you meet your new professor, and he ends up being the same man you had a one-night stand with three months ago?</p><p>Okay, maybe not. Let me explain.</p><p>I hadn’t intended to sleep with my professor. I might be known as the impulsive, prankster daughter in my family, but I’m not insane. I just wanted to have some fun in Ireland at my sister’s wedding, and maybe lose my virginity, too.</p><p>When I met Lochlann Gallagher at a pub one night, I couldn’t resist him. He was hot, Irish, and entirely set on seducing me. One unforgettable night under the sheets with him, and my V-card went up in smoke.</p><p>Well, that night had one itty bitty consequence because Lochlann totally made my eggo preggo. </p><p>And if this story isn’t crazy enough, Lochlann is not just my baby daddy: he’s now my professor <em>and</em> my advisor for grad school. </p><p>Somehow we have to figure out a way not to reveal this rapidly gestating secret while resisting the explosive attraction between us. </p><p>Except there’s just one more complication to this story: I think I’m totally falling for my baby daddy. </p><p><em>Oopsie daisy.</em></p>
