This was not at all what I expected from Shelley Munro.

A rugby player finds out he has a son he didn’t know about and sets out to confront the boy’s mother. When he meets her, he finds out that the mom isn’t his biological mother but his aunt. His son’ s mother died years earlier and his aunt adopted him. Lane, the hero and Kate, the heroine try to figure out sure paternity and who leaked the story to the tabloids. They are also try to figure out the dynamic of this new family and who is stalking Kate and why.

I really did not care for this book. I found it tedious and boring. Do not even get me started on the love scenes. They were pretty much sleep inducing. It wouldn’t recommend this to someone who likes graphic love scenes but maybe to those who like a simple romance.