On the 12th day of Christmas My Baby Daddy Gave to Me: 6 Court Dates Pending

Natasha:

I’m a defense attorney with a full caseload, a daughter I raise solo, and a co-parent who thinks showing up in court is foreplay.

Dionte Redd is my ex, my weakness, and now the reason I’m being dragged into family court two days before Christmas.

He says he wants to step up. He says this time is different.

But I know the look in his eyes when he’s plotting. I know the way my body betrays me the second he gets too close.

We’ve got a custody battle, a whole damn courtroom watching, and one too many memories I never buried deep enough.

This man is chaos in a fitted cap and fresh cologne. And I’m still letting him in.

Dionte:

I used to be the problem. I own that. I missed things I should’ve shown up for and said a lot of slick shit when I should’ve kept quiet.

But I’m not running anymore.

I want joint custody. I want structure. I want the woman I should’ve never let go.

So I filed the papers. I walked into that courtroom and stood tall in front of the same judge who’s seen me at my worst.

Natasha thinks I’m here for the holidays. I’m not. I’m here to stay.

She’s not ready for how serious I am. But she’s about to learn.

This is a filthy, fast-paced black romance where the courtroom isn’t the only place things get heated.

Christmas tension. Custody drama. Late-night confessions with teeth.

If you like your romance with grown consequences, reckless lust, and two people who fight hard and fall harder, this one’s yours to unwrap.