Petition for divorce…denied! Diana Taylor's marriage to playboy Coburn Grant was short, passionate and blazed brightly until the reality of their different worlds set in. Now, years later, Coburn has finally agreed to a divorce. Except one last pleasurable night together seals their fate—with a baby! Diana knows Coburn will never sign the papers now—he will have his wife and child. And, whisked away to a tropical island paradise, it's increasingly difficult to ignore their primal hunger for each other. With his legacy growing inside her, can Diana deny the one man she could never resist? "If you're not reading Jennifer Hayward, you are seriously missing out. ...it will break your heart and ultimately have you cheering for them both." The Reading Cafe "Hayward's skill with dialogue and plot shine." Romantic Times Magazine 4 star review "An amazing read...Not to be missed." Fresh Fiction For a man who thought life was wrapped in a sea of irony, this had to take the cake.             Coburn Grant, heir to an automotive fortune and the newly-minted CEO of Grant Industries, gave his silk tie a tug so it didn't feel like he was choking on his own cynicism.  Attending his best friend Tony's engagement party on the eve of his own divorce was impeccable timing that only he could manage. Having to give a speech to the happy couple in thirty minutes that spoke of hope and rainbows? The icing on that exceedingly unpalatable cake.             He could do this . He could. He just needed one more stiff scotch in his hand. That and a big set of rose-coloured glasses.             "You okay Grant?" Rory Delaney, the big, brawny Australian who had been a close friend since they'd attended Yale together, lifted an amused brow. "You look a bit green."             Coburn adopted one of his patently entertained-by-life expressions, the only mask he ever let the world see. "Never better."             And why wouldn't he be? He was the leader of the Fortune 500 company he'd helped rebuild after his father's death, his brother Harrison was campaigning for the White House which was only adding to Grant Industries' global appeal, and he had a particularly beautiful, slightly wild blonde warming his bed every night--convenient when she only lived two doors down.             Heaven, was what he called it.            Rory, a tall, handsome, pro basketball player who was immensely popular with the ladies himself, gave a reassured shake of his head. "So glad to hear that Grant. Right at this particular moment, in fact."             Rory's tone was a blend of sarcasm and warning. He was worrying Coburn was still hung up over his soon-to-be ex who had left him a year ago. Which was so entirely wrong. His marriage to Diana had been a foolish, rash endeavor to numb the pain he'd been in over his father's death, a passionate, all-consuming obsession with which to direct his emotions. Exactly what he'd needed at the time. Exactly what he needed to get rid of now.             He lifted a shoulder. "I'm not twenty-five anymore, Ror. An amazing body and a smart mouth don't do it for me anymore."             Rory's face tightened in warning as his friend's definitive elocution carried throughout the room. "Coburn--"             He waved him off. "I don't know what you're getting yourself so worked up about. I've got this speech in my back pocket."             Rory gave a spot behind him a pointed look. "Diana is behind you. Three o'clock."             He felt the colour drain from his face. "My soon-to-be ex wife Diana?"             "Bingo."             His heart stuttered in his chest, his fingers gripping tighter around the tumbler of whiskey. He'd been ready for this confrontation to happen tomorrow when they had the divorce papers in front of them. When he was prepared to see the woman who had walked out on him without a backward glance twelve months ago, not to be seen since because she'd ensured their schedules never overlapped. Which wasn't a mean feat in a city like Manhattan where social circles tended to remain with like social circles.            But then again, Diana didn't socialize. She worked all the time . Which made it all the more surprising she was here tonight...            Rage surged through him, swift and all encompassing. It moved upward, through his chest, erupting into his brain to turn it a hazy grey until he thought his head might blow off his shoulders. How dare she show up here? How dare she spoil this night for him? These were his friends, not hers.             He drew in a breath through his nose, exhaling slowly as Rory watched him like he was an overly antagonized bull ready to charge. His turn when he moved was unhurried and deliberate. Unfazed . The stricken ebony eyes that stared back at him revealed she'd heard what he'd said. His gaze moved past his outrageously beautiful wife to the group of people standing beside her. They'd all heard what he'd said. Well too bad.