Book Title: Perfectly Mismatched (Pine Wood Falls #4)
Author: Sarah Havan
Publisher: Sarah Havan Books
Cover Artist: Sarah Havan
Release Date: June 22, 2021
Genres: Mpreg, Non-shifter Mpreg romance
Tropes: Frenemies to lovers
Themes: Recovering from trauma, starting a new life
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: approx. 80 000 words
It is part of a series but can be read as a standalone.
Buy Links - Available in Kindle Unlimited
They’re fated even though they can’t stand each other.
Dekker Baines decides he wants to start a family, but he doesn’t have an alpha, so he goes to one of Pine Wood Falls get-togethers. It’s where you go if you need someone to mate with, but his evening goes sideways when a few alphas don’t take no for an answer.
Ryder Remington is Dekk’s business partner, and when he gets a call that Dekk is in trouble, he runs to his rescue and comes across a scene that makes his blood boil. A month after the attack, when Dekk goes into heat again, Ryder tells him he’ll be the father of his children. Dekk is reluctant at first but can’t fight his urge to be with child.
Now they’re starting a family, but the thing is, they can’t stand each other. They are as mismatched as two people can get. Together they have to navigate recovering from trauma, try to tolerate living with each other, and get ready for quintuplets. If they can manage all of that, they might get their happy ending, but things never go according to plan.
BALLING MY FISTS AT MY SIDE, I TOOK IN A DEEP BREATH. It was one of those moments where I wondered why I went into business with this man. Ryder Remington was very punchable, but like I could have ever punched him, he towered over me.
“There’s no way in hell we’re naming the bar that.” He scratched the dark stubble on his jaw and shook his head.
I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled. “Why? It’s cute, a play on words.”
“Bars aren’t supposed to be cute,” he grumbled.
“Not everything has to always be macho and manly.” I sat at the bar with my laptop in front of me.
“Macho. Who uses that word? You know who? Someone who likes cute. For now, the bar is staying named bar.” He couldn’t even be bothered to capitalize it. The sign above the door outside seriously said bar. From where he squatted on the floor, he bore his dark-brown eyes into me, pressing his lips together. It was his go-to I’m an alpha, and you’re going to listen to me look.
“But The Ballet Bar has such a nice ring to it.”
I stuck my nose up in the air. “Fine, always so grouchy.”
“I’m not grouchy,” he said, snarling his lip.
“Gruff.” A perfect word for him. Demeanor and looks. He was a six-foot-five wall of muscle with light tan skin and a head of thick wavy hair. He always wore dark jeans and a black T-shirt and seemed to favor the perfect amount of stubble. And if I didn’t know him and was in a dark alley with him, I’d turn and go in the opposite direction. He always looked like he wanted to harm somebody.
“Aren’t you supposed to be doing some kind of work?” he asked as he emptied the box of bottles next to him.
“Aren’t you?” I flicked my wrist in his direction, and besides, I was doing work. Someone had to keep our business affairs in order. I had just finished placing an order for a new local craft beer we were going to try.
“How did I get talked into opening this place with you?” He stood and folded up the now empty box.
“You saw the brilliance behind my plan.” Basically, I was able to front half the money to open the place. Pine Wood Falls offered a lot of assistance if you opened a business there, like land or a storefront, but there were plenty of other things needed to open a business that required capital. I had moved back to the area about half a year before and wanted something new in my life. Plus, being my own boss sweetened the deal, and my friend Lucas told me he heard about how Ryder was looking for a business partner.
He furrowed his brow and began to wipe down the counter. “And you know what?”
“You know what I know? You’re still trying to come up with a response.”
“You’re supposed to be the business end. In the back, doing the books.”
“Do you know that running a business entails more than some money and doing the books as you say?”
He ignored me and continued to wipe the counter.
“And I put up half the money, too, so I should have just as much right naming the place. You’re the one that makes the drinks, but it doesn’t make you special.” He thought since he was the alpha, he got to call the shots, but we were in it fifty/fifty. Therefore, even if he only saw me as some little omega, I still had an equal say, and I was not ready to give up my fight on naming the bar, but for the day, I let it go.
“It does. I’m so goddamn special.”
“You precious little peach you.”
“Said the ballerina.”
“Said the college dropout.”
“I went and tried. Did you ever take a college course? No.”
Well, he had me there. “I was at an elite dance academy.”
He put his hands on the edge of the bar and leaned in toward me. “For high school.”
“I was actually there until a year after high school,” I said.
“See, and you’re making fun of me. I’m a proud college dropout. You, it seems, was held back at your fancy pants school.” He smirked and threw the towel he wiped down the counter with over his shoulder.
About the Author
Sarah Havan writes all kinds of LGBTQIA+ romance, loves watermelon flavored candy, and has a vast flannel shirt collection. When not writing, Sarah loves to read and watch shows about murder.
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