Love, Baby: a Crescent Cove Romantic Comedy Colletion

by Quinn, Taryn

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  We went as friends to Macy and Gideon’s wedding. Until we had sex at the reception…oops…and I thought I was pregnant. But I wasn’t—and I realized I wanted to be. A drunk text later, August is at my door. Now what?

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  As Sheriff, I’m used to being in charge. But handling changing diapers and two a.m. feedings? Not so much. Luckily, my best friend Gina stepped up when someone left a baby on my doorstep. Now I can’t seem to remember we’re supposed to be just friends...

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  I wasn’t the best student in school, but when I find the hottie teacher next door naked in my bed, I’m ready to put in an all-nighter…

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  March 30,2021

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  My Ex’s Baby

  Fall - morning after Rhiannon’s birth

  I needed some air. Just a few minutes alone.

  I wasn’t used to all this peopling.

  Ivy Beck, my bestest friend in all the world, had decided to have the most dramatic birth in the history of Crescent Cove—at least I was pretty sure it was. Right in the middle of Brewed Awakening’s library and craft corner. Luckily, the café had been closed for an impromptu ladies’ night. No alcohol for the ladies I hung out with lately, but we’d definitely been covered in glitter from our pumpkin decorating party.

  I glanced down at my hands. I’d scrubbed most of the purple and pink paint and galaxy spray glitter off with the industrial strength soap at the hospital so I could hold Rhiannon for precisely seven minutes before Ivy demanded her back. I’d been there for her entry into the world—heck, my hand was still sore from Ivy’s freakishly strong hold. Then again, she did create vats of ice cream for a living, so I guess it wasn’t surprising.

  Regardless, I’d been in the hospital all night. And I’d only gotten a precious few minutes with the little pink bundle of perfection. No one had wanted to leave Ivy alone until her husband arrived. Instead, we all took turns going in to sit with her, rotating through the waiting room like an actual princess had been born.

  Rory, the princess’s father and song doctor-slash-producer, had officially arrived an hour ago, thanks to a private flight. Ivy didn’t even give him shit about using his status and money this time. Then again, there had been many tears since he’d missed the actual birth.

  I’d agreed to be a coach with her brother, August, as a backup. I’d never truly believed I’d be tapped for the actual shindig. Especially with her overprotective husband trying to control every aspect of the last trimester.

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  Gina

  Working at the diner gave me a pipeline into the Cove. I was privy to all the town goings-on, and the hours had given me the freedom to play with a few side hustles over the years. Between working here and bartending at my sister’s bar, I didn’t want for cash. I preferred a simple life.

  “Mija!”

  I shut my eyes. Of course my family made that nearly impossible, but there was always hope in my heart.

  I set my tray down on the counter before turning around with a bright smile. “Mami.”

  Bonnie Ramos came at me like a freight train, enveloping me in her Lily of the Valley scent and freakishly strong arms. My mom was on a health kick which included food, yoga, and essential oils. I was pretty sure she was driving my father to his backyard garden oasis more each day. I only hoped he survived the winter since upstate New York meant snow as high as the rooftops some seasons.

  She pushed me away and squeezed my upper arms. “You’re melting away to nothing, nena.”

  “I am not, Ma.”

  She tsked then turned her attention toward my very pregnant sister. “Ahh, corazoncita, come sit down.” My mother shooed me away and hauled my sister, Erica, up the aisle and toward a booth.

  “Ma, I’m fine.” Erica huffed out an exasperated breath as she waddled in our direction.

  She’d given up the pretense of closing her jacket. Instead, she used colorful scarves to keep warm. I knew because I’d crocheted three of them for her in the last two weeks. Along with a bunch of baby things she’d find out about soon enough.

  “Will you fit?” I winced. “Sorry.”

  “Hateful,” Erica muttered and slid into the booth, but no, her belly definitely didn’t fit. Rather than crying about it, she just inched back and put her feet up on the bench-style seat. “My feet are swollen anyway. Might as well put them up.”

  “I can’t believe Jake let you out of his sight.” I hurried around the counter for a black coffee for my mother and a large glass of iced water for my sister. Thankfully, it was just before the lunch rush was due to start.

  I skirted around the other waitress working today. “Polly, I’m going to take ten.”

  “Okey doke.” She thumbed off a Lifesaver and the familiar clack of the candy rattling in her mouth followed me as I headed back to my family.

  I set down their drinks and slid in next to my mom. “What brings you guys in?”

  “I’ve been craving gravy fries.”

  “We were shopping at Kinleigh’s and August’s for a bassinet, and she dragged me over here.” My mom pulled out a single Splenda from the small dish near the window and dumped it into her mug. “That’s too much salt for you.”

  Erica rolled her eyes at our mom. “I don’t care.”

  “Nena, your ankles are already softballs.”

  “I don’t care,” she repeated. “I want fries with extra gravy and extra salt. And ice cream.” Erica made a big mound with her hands. “Maybe some fudge and extra cherries.”

  I laughed. “Ivy’s truck is only open on weekends, but I can probably get some from the café. The kind we have here isn’t exciting.”

  She grabbed my arm. “Could you?”

  My mom pointed before she lifted her coffee to her lips. “Do not encourage her.”

  Erica collapsed back against the wall. “I am—”

  My mom’s mug snapped on the Formica table. “You are not the only woman who has been pregnant. Just look around this crazy town, mija. Jacob indulges you too much!”

  Erica shoved on her sunglasses, but not without a quick eye roll that I was pretty sure our mother didn’t see.

  Good thing. We both had a healthy fear of our mother—and for good reason. Being an amalgamation of Italian and Spanish meant she was definitely the hothead of the household. Our father could hold his own, but she viewed his behavior as similar to my brother-in-law’s.

  We also had our dad wrapped. Put a little Elvis on and sit with him in the garden and we could pretty much get what we wanted. Not that I knew that from prior experience or anything.

  Erica rested her hand on her belly. “Jake realizes that a happy wife means a happy life. That and he doesn’t like the couch.”

  “I’ll remind you of that when it takes three extra months to lose the baby weight.”

  Erica’s finger tapped on the red sweater stretched to capacity, but she didn’t bother replying. We could never win an argument, so it wasn’t worth trying. Especially this one. My sister was glowing with health, but she was indeed a bit more swollen than usual.

  I knew she’d curse my name later when she was in the bathroom about eleven times, but it would
cover us both. “Drink that whole glass of water, and I’ll make you a batch of my poutine.”

  Erica’s eyes widened as she sat up straighter. “What?”

  I shrugged. “I convinced Mitch to let me do the ordering for this week. I changed up the menu a little.”

  She lifted the water glass and drained it, and then pushed it my way. “Well, hurry up.”

  I swallowed a laugh when my mother gave me a narrow-eyed look. “What is this poutine?” My mother’s accent slid out like she was saying something disgusting.

  “Heaven,” Erica said with a smile.

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  Crescent Cove World

  What started out as a duet about twin brothers has now evolved into a small quaint town full of hot DILFs and baby mamas…P.S. watch out for the water.

  The who’s who of Crescent Cove

  Crescent Cove World Character Chart

  Crescent Cove Reading Order

  Crescent Cove Reading Order

  Sometimes our worlds collide…

  Rockstars & Babies Reading Order (no spoilers)

  Rockstars you say…

  Oblivion World Character Chart

  Taryn Quinn

  Have My Baby

  Claim My Baby

  Who’s The Daddy

  Pit Stop: Baby

  Baby Daddy Wanted

  Rockstar Baby

  Daddy in Disguise

  My Ex’s Baby

  Daddy Undercover

  Wrong Bed Baby

  Coming Soon

  Baby Be Mine

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  Crescent Cove Standalones

  CEO Daddy

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  Crescent Cove Bites

  Fireman Daddy

  Mistletoe Baby

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  Afternoon Delight

  Deuces Wild

  Wilder Rock

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  Quinn and Elliott

  Rockers Reading Order

  Lost in Oblivion

  Winchester Falls

  Found in Oblivion

  Hammered

  Rock Revenge

  Brooklyn Dawn

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  The Boss

  Tapped Out

  Love Required

  Boys of Fall

  About Taryn Quinn

  USA Today bestselling author, Taryn Quinn, is the redheaded stepchild of bestselling authors Taryn Elliott & Cari Quinn. We've been writing together for a lifetime—wait, no it's really been only a handful of years, but we have a lot of fun. Sometimes we write stories that don't quite fit into our regular catalog.

  Do you like shorter and dirtier reads?

  * Ultra sexy—check.

  * Quirky characters—check.

  * Sweet–usually mixed in with the sexy...so, yeah—check.

  * RomCom—check.

  * Dark and twisted—check.

  A little something for everyone.

  So, c'mon in. Light some candles, pour a glass of wine...maybe even put on some sexy music.

  For more information about us…

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  tq@tarynquinn.com

  Oblivion World

  How it all began…

  In 2013, we never guessed when we co-wrote Seduced that our band of brothers — and sister! — in Oblivion would wrap around our hearts like the chords of an old acoustic guitar. They blossomed into a world of friendships, love, and music…and here we are, seven years later.

  We’ve put together a character chart as well as reading orders to help you follow along. They are also listed on our website and are printable.

  An alphabetical list of all the characters

  Oblivion World Character Chart

  If you don’t mind spoilers…

  Rockstars by Series Reading Order

  A no-spoiler list of all our rockstars

  Oblivion World Reading Order (no spoilers)

  Sometimes our worlds collide…

  Rockstars & Babies Reading Order (no spoilers)