The Donor — Brenda Rothert

I want your sperm.Those were Shelby Grant's first words to me. Didn't even want me to buy her a drink first. See, Shelby isn't like other women. After researching Denver's most eligible bachelors in search of her ideal sperm donor, she chose me.As a pro hockey player, I'm used to women wanting things from me, but my swimmers? That's a new one. Somehow, though, with her color-coded parenting plan, sales pitch and contract, Shelby sells me on the idea. After my donation, she doesn't want anything more to do with me.I can't seem to stay away, though. As her belly grows and I get to know the tightly wound mom-to-be, I get attached.Shelby's jaded about men and I'm not looking to settle down. There are countless reasons why crossing the contractual line between us is a bad idea.But once Shelby gives birth to our child, all bets are off. Whether I planned for it or not, I have a family now, and I'm not letting go without a fight.