
"From hopeful bar talk to a screaming sister, Ken’s evening turns to chaos with just one inopportune phone call. Labor. Well, he promised to get his sister to the hospital when her time came. But why tonight, when things at the bar look so promising?
The ride goes fairly smoothly despite a police chase, but things turn rough when a male ER nurse accuses him of being a straight pervert. Things go downhill from there, and Ken figures he’ll never get to know this sexy-looking nurse, Monty, any better.
But days later, while back at the same bar, the door opens and, to Ken’s surprise, an apology walks in. Will it be enough?"

From Here to Maternity By Emery C. Walters Our mother named us after countries in Africa. My sister and I have suffered all our lives for this hippie-doodie great idea. At least I can go by Ken, for Kenya, but she’s stuck with Botswana, and explaining why she goes by Swan gets confusing. Her temper matches her red hair at those times. My own hair is a nicer shade of bronze, thank you very much. Her husband’s hair is black, but he’s currently away in the military. So I’m sitting quietly in a nice, upscale gay bar, The Wild Hare, when my cell phone rings. Immediately, I try to figure out how I can make this handsome stud I’m talking to think I’m popular and make him want me. I mean, it’s been a while, and he’s really cute! So I say, “Hello there,” in my sexiest voice. Big mistake. I nev
