I’m a walking contradiction.
School principal who liberally drops the F bomb.
Fiercely independent yet willing to auction myself off for charity.
Serial monogamist who’s down for a no-strings one-night stand.
Except now I’ve gone from one-working-ovary to co-parent in the time it took a stick to turn blue.
Ian Donovan may be a richer-than-hell venture capitalist, but he’s no Prince Charming ready to sweep me off my feet. Good thing I don’t need him. I’ve been doing fine on my own for forty years, and I’m not about to start changing that now.
Ultrasounds, swollen feet, midnight cravings? Bring. It. On.
But why is it when you finally swear off men, you meet one who’s too sexy—and determined we can make it work?
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I reached under my voluminous tulle skirt and scratched my butt, once, twice, three times — heck, no one was around. I'd been hiding behind a massive topiary in the hallway outside the ballroom of the Evanston Hilton Hotel ever since I'd escaped a herd of drunk second-grade parents and their ten thousand questions about the school's paltry foreign language program. My dress itched. My nylons itched. I was developing a pretty massive blister from the clear plastic stilettos I had borrowed from my friend Natalie. Even my earrings were killing me. They were like glittery boulders dangling from my lobes.
But I'd make it through tonight. Somehow. I had to.
Using my phone's camera as a mirror, I checked my appearance. Back when I taught English to fourth graders, I'd ask the kids to add "sparkle" words, fancy adjectives, to their essays. The "sparkle" words for my current state included "laughable," "absurd," "risible," and "ludicrous." I was a forty-year-old woman — a forty-year-old elementary school principal — in a half-baked Cinderella costume. At least it was Halloween and not, like, some random day in March.
Having to show up here tonight was an unexpected "perk" of my new job. I had to stay and ride it out, all while wearing a smile. I had to prove to the parents, alumni, and assorted boosters that I was a team player, that I was game enough to make a fool of myself up on stage with the rest of the single ladies to raise money for the Glenfield Academy Athletics Association.
This bachelorette auction marked the first of many, many planned fund-raisers this school year, including the Wintertime Alley Night (yes, the school had a functioning bowl-a-rama in its basement), the Cupid's Crush Valentine's Day Ball, and the elaborate, black-tie Glenfield Gala to close out the year.
After reapplying my lipstick, I hiked up my skirt and yanked at the waistband of my nylons. If the shoes didn't kill me, these control-top pantyhose would. I stretched the band to the hilt and let it snap, satisfyingly, against my stomach, just like, I'm sure, the real Cinderella did whenever she had a moment alone.
A cough from across the way drowned out my sigh of momentary relief.
Heart ramming against my ribs, I dropped my skirt and peered around the side of my topiary sanctuary. A shock of dark hair peeked over the bush on the other side of the hall. I had been operating under the assumption of solitude. I'd scratched my ass.
I'd — oh crap — lifted up my skirt and fixed my nylons. My face right now was an inferno.
"I didn't want to say anything." The lurker stepped out from behind the bushes. This guy had come dressed in a regular old tux in lieu of a costume to an event the planning committee had expressly billed as a "costume party." What a rebel. "You seemed to think no one was around."
"Yeah, I kinda did, dude who leers at unsuspecting women from bushes outside hotel ballrooms." I stayed put behind my little tree, finger poised on my phone's 911 button.
"I swear I wasn't leering." He held up his hands in surrender. From what I could see through the branches, he was not unattractive. But still. He was a lurker. I kept my finger where it was. "I was hiding, too."
"What makes you think I was hiding?" I'd entered interrogation mode. The same skills that made someone a stellar FBI agent made me an excellent teacher and elementary school principal. "You're the one who said 'hiding.' Who were you hiding from?"
"Well, that's personal."
Phone still at the ready, I stepped out into the open. Time to be a grown-up. Time to put on my professional principal persona and take charge, nip this conversation in the bud. Besides, while it was true that this guy could be here to harm me, the more likely scenario was that he was someone important to my career — a parent, a rich alumnus, a reporter. I owed it to myself and my profession to handle this ugly situation with grace — all the while prepared to scream bloody murder if necessary. I held out my right hand, the one I hadn't just used to scratch my butt. "I'm Erin."
His eyes lit up with recognition. "Erin Sharpe!" He grinned and, whoa, it hit me that my earlier assessment of "not unattractive" was a gross understatement. This dude was hot — tall and lean but muscular, in his expertly fitted suit. He'd tousled his cocoa-colored hair in a way that was supposed to look natural but probably took him a half hour to accomplish, and he wore glasses with thick black frames that would've looked nerdy on anyone but him. They made him look like Clark Kent, only minimally masking his Superman persona. Pursuing this guy would stress me out. He was much too cool for me. I bet he stayed up way past ten p.m. and enjoyed "spending quality time together." Definitely not my type.
Besides, he was a tree lurker.
I mean, obviously. I had standards.
Yes, I was dressed like fucking Cinderella at a bachelorette auction, but I had standards.
Also, yes, I was an elementary school principal who used the word "fuck" liberally while not at work. You would, too, if you spent most of your day biting your tongue around surly parents, snippy teachers, and unruly students.
"How do you ...?" I asked. Even though I knew how he probably knew me. It had been big news around these parts when I left my job in the Chicago Public Schools to take over as principal at the Glenfield Academy. Chicago was a series of small towns in a big metropolitan area, and I'd come in as quite the curiosity on the North Shore — an outsider from "the city," who had never attended private school before, let alone taught at one.
"You're Dirt's girlfriend," Glasses Dude said.
Thaaaat ... was not what I'd expected him to say.
He narrowed his eyes and shook his head slightly, waiting for a hint of recognition from me. "We met at Loyola ...?"
Ohhh. Right. The night my ex had dragged me to his twentieth high school reunion so he could show all the guys who'd once shunned him that he still had his hair. "Dirk," I said, though who knew why I bothered to defend him by invoking his real name. Old habits died hard, I guessed. "And we broke up."
Glasses Guy grinned. His teeth were perfect, straight, and white. My dentist dad would probably tell me to lock this dude down now, which, get out of my head, Dad. He's not the one for us. "You stole the wine," the guy said.
"Say what now?" I knew exactly what he meant but was shocked he remembered it.
"You stole the wine."
"Yeah, I know what I did, but why do you?"
"Because it was the most amazing thing that happened that night. You saved the whole party." He raised his hand and I reached up to high-five him, which was odd, but ... okay. I may have noted the size of his hands in the process, not that I looked on purpose. It was just that Dirk's hands had been so small we could've shared gloves. The difference was staggering. Anyone would've noticed. Whoop-de-do, Superman had big hands. It hardly counted as breaking news.
"Dirk didn't think my stealing the wine was so great," I said.
"Dirk's an idiot."
I shrugged. I couldn't argue with that. At least not anymore.
The guy swept his arm in front of him as if preparing to paint me a mental picture. "Our twenty-year high school reunion. Everyone drinking and having fun, so much fun that we ran out of alcohol. And who comes out of the woodwork with a brilliant idea no one else had thought of — to run up to the school library and pilfer the wine from the guys celebrating their thirty-fifth reunion?" He stared right at me. "You."
My face flushed. Dirk had full-on berated me during the car ride home. He'd said I'd embarrassed him by taking the six unopened bottles from upstairs. I shrugged. "I just figured the thirty-fifth reunion was filled with a bunch of straight old guys, and none of them were drinking the sauvignon blanc."
"Like I said, brilliant."
I had not been called "brilliant" by a man who wasn't my boss or professor in about, oh, ten years. It didn't suck. The dude held out his hand again, and I shook it. His hands dwarfed mine. Everything about him dwarfed me, and I was not a tiny lady by any means. Feeling diminutive was a whole new sensation for me, one that I bashfully enjoyed.
"I'm Ian, by the way. Ian Donovan."
"Ian Donovan," I repeated. "So are you a parent or alum?" And, yeah, I checked his finger. No ring.
Ian chuckled. "I am definitely not a parent." He looked me up and down, and I self-consciously crossed my arms over my Cinderella dress. "You're in the auction, then?"
"I don't know," I said. "Whatever." I was totally in the auction, but I couldn't admit that to this too-cool guy, who'd called me brilliant. No truly brilliant person had to get up on stage and parade around, begging for someone to bid on her. I felt like an old mutt in a crowded dog shelter.
"Don't be embarrassed," Ian said. "The Halloween auction is a long-standing tradition, and really it only amounts to having to sit next to the person who buys you at dinner. It's fun, and it helps fund the school's basketball teams. No big deal."
"So you've done this a lot?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Never. I come for the spectacle only. No bidding."
"You come to watch the single women get picked over by the kind of guy who needs to buy a date."
"It's not as tragic as you make it out to be. No one expects the date to extend beyond tonight, believe me. My best friend, Scott, buys his mom every year. Seriously. Just think of this as a free meal."
A free meal. That was how Nat had sold the event to me after my first anti-auction tirade, knowing I'd be loath to turn down a dinner. A girl's gotta eat. "Well, I do love Stephanie Izard." The "date" at the end of the auction was dinner at Girl and the Goat. Even if I didn't meet the love of my life tonight, at least I'd be treated to some spicy hamachi crudo and green beans that were, in my experience, way better than sex.
The door to the ballroom swung open and the auctioneer's voice boomed. "Our first bachelorette tonight is the lovely and talented travel blogger, Maria Minnesota ..."
I nodded toward the ballroom. "You coming?"
Ian stared at the door. His face had gone white. "No."
"Suit yourself." I made a move toward the door and nearly ran right into Natalie.
"Erin, I've been looking for y —" Her eyes snapped to Ian. "You. You stay away from her." Hands on hips, Nat glared at him. She looked glorious in her Nakia costume from Black Panther. No silly petticoats for Nat. She'd gone full badass tonight — form-fitting green dress, hair done in tight knots.
Ian held up his hands in surrender. "How're you doing, Nat? It's been a while."
"Ten years," she said. "Not long enough." Nat grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the party like her disobedient child. "We're going to the auction. You" — she sneered over her shoulder at Ian — "can go to hell."
"A little dramatic?" I hissed as she pulled me into the dreaded ballroom. My face had probably turned beet red from embarrassment. "We were just talking."
"Ian Donovan is bad news," Nat said. "A ten-foot pole isn't enough. You don't touch that guy with a fifty-yard steel rod."
"You don't think I know that?" I said. "Give me some credit. He's totally not my type."
"I'm glad you realize that."
"Of course I realize that." I glanced back at Ian, who had already disappeared, and ignored the unexpected pang of disappointment in my gut.
* * *
I spun around on the sidewalk on Orrington. I'd dashed out of the hotel after Natalie Carter, of all fucking people, had burst in and saved Erin Sharpe from talking to me. My friend Scott stood outside the hotel, chatting up a wispy young blond dude in a waiter's tux, from whose lips dangled a lit cigarette. "This is Travis," Scott said.
"Nice to meet you, Travis." I shoved my hands into my pockets and nodded slightly. Travis was obviously Scott's target for the night. He and I had developed similar philosophies about our love lives — no sleepovers, no second dates, no strings. These rules had been born out of necessity, not frivolity. We owned our own business, which took us all over the globe. Scott and I were too busy with work for relationships. Only three things currently mattered to us: friends, family, and Fumetsu Enterprises — the Japanese tech company we were currently courting. They were gonna be huge ... once they perfected their technology.
Scott handed his business card to Travis. "Call me later."
Travis snuffed out his cigarette on the concrete and headed back inside.
I rescued the dead butt from the ground and tossed it into the garbage. "Littering?" I said. "A real winner you found there."
"They can't all be perfect," Scott said. "So where the hell were you running off to?"
"You know where I was going," I said. "Or at least you know why I was running." He'd dragged me to this event tonight, because this was our "tradition" and because Tommy, the third in our BFF trio, had stayed home with his wife and kid, and Scott needed me. I'd agreed to come, even though I knew this year would be different. This year I'd broken my own rules and had gone out with a woman twice. The last text I got from her had hinted that she wanted me to bid on her, but the truth was, I never bid on anyone. I made a sizable donation to the school at the event every year, but I never, ever bid. It had become a hard and fast rule. And I would not break it for a woman I barely knew.
"Maria Minnesota," Scott said.
"I was out in the hall when I heard her name called, and I ran." God, I was an asshole. This was the problem with letting anyone step even an inch inside my fortress of solitude. They developed expectations I couldn't meet, and I, inevitably, ended up looking like a dick. This thing with Maria had been fun, and I'd gone into it thinking we were totally on the same page — no hopes that our non-relationship could ever evolve into something more. She was a travel blogger who spent half her life out of town. I was a venture capitalist who traveled the globe. I could be in Dubai one day and Dover the next. When we met, Maria and I agreed we'd meet up when we were both in Chicago once in a while or whatever, nothing concrete. Then she started calling me every other day and texting me personal questions, and I didn't do personal. I didn't do "getting to know you." We hadn't been on the same page at all. She'd misrepresented herself. And now she stood up there on stage, expecting me to bid on her, even though I'd told her point-blank that I didn't do that sort of thing.
"You're a real prince, you know that." Scott raised an eyebrow.
"Fuck you," I said.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "You know I'm joking."
I leaned my head against my buddy's shoulder. The fabric of his tux tickled my cheek. "This event is so stupid."
"You're just realizing that now?"
I pointed to the street. "Come with me. Let's hop in a cab and go downtown where we belong."
"Can't. Mom needs me."
I groaned. "Right." Scott's mom was a delightful woman who'd basically raised Tommy and me along with her son. She'd kicked Scott's deadbeat dad out of the house when Scott was ten, and her dutiful son had bid on her in this auction every year since he turned twenty-one.
"And Tommy's not here, so I need you."
Tommy was home with his wife and new baby. He was our business partner, too, but he'd decided to roll the dice and settle down. I was happy for him, but Scott remained dubious, believing there was no way Tommy wouldn't fuck this up.
Scott jumped away, clapping his hands, as if he'd just stumbled upon a brilliant idea. "You should bid on Mom with me. There's no rule that we can't split the date, is there?"
"Probably?" I said. "I've never read the bylaws for this thing." I stared off in the distance. It was a Saturday night, Halloween weekend. People both in costume and not crowded the sidewalks, headed to restaurants, bars, or the train into the city. They all had the right idea. None of them had gotten dressed to the nines for the express purpose of not bidding on someone at a bachelorette auction.
"What else is going on?" Scott asked. "There's more to this story. It's not just Maria Minnesota." As always, he announced her name like a game-show host.
"You know who I just ran into?" I nodded back toward the hotel.
Scott shook his head.
Scott's hand went to his mouth. "Fuck. That's a blast from the past."(Continues…)
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Plenty of humor paired with touching emotion for a beautifully paced romance.
I loved Erin from the very first page. But Ian, the 40 yr old workaholic manwhore took a little effort to fall in love with. But the author did a great job of developing both characters and crafted a cute, quirky romance that is definitely worth reading. I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
This was a super cute book. I really liked the fact that both main characters were 40 years old. It was refreshing to read about people close to my own age. This book reminded me of The Kiss Quotient, the humor, the almost innocence feeling of it. I'm not usually one for rom-com, but this is a must read for anyone who wants to read a fast paced light hearted easy read.
What a fun fantastic story! I loved how both Ian and Erin are 40, established in their careers, and strong personalities. They meshed well together despite neither wanting a relationship. There were several scenes that made me smile and several that were hot, hot, hot. But the ending was very sweet and made me tear up. The epilogue is beyond romantic and swoon worthy. Definitely a fun story to get lost in! I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
This is a great book with a wonderful story and well developed characters. The story flowed very well and was very enjoyable. This book will keep you reading long into the night and you will not want to put this book down until you finish. This was such a great read and full of surprises. I am looking forward to reading other books by this great author.
Knocked-Up Cinderella was a true romcom. At times I laughed out loud and others I was cringing. It was a toss up for me. It's a solid story that was entertaining but I'm not sure I'd read the next book if there is one for Erin's sister. If you enjoy a solid romcom with cringe-worthy and laugh out loud moment then check out Knocked-Up Cinderella.
I abso-freaking-lutely loved this one! I've read almost all (read: I missed one--how did that happen?) of Ms. Hammerle's YA books, so when I saw this title and her name with it, I got all grabby-handsy. Seriously. I didn't even read the blurb. And I haven't regretted it a bit! I loved that: -the characters are 40 (even if Ian doesn't always act it) -the romance is slow burn--verrrrry slow burn, because they're both pretty settled into their own lives (as you are, in your 40s) -Ian and Erin start out as friends (okay, technically they start out as a one-night-stand, and then they're a one-night-stand with permanent consequences, and then they're friends. Still, friends-to-lovers FTW!) -even though I was *sure* that these two would end up together somehow, Ms. Hammerle kept me hovering at the knife's edge of despair because OMG THESE TWO WERE NEVER GOING TO GET TOGETHER for, like, 90+% of the book -their BFFs were awesome (yes, people in their 40s sometimes use "BFF" to refer to their BFFs) -even though Erin and Ian were totally warm for each other's form and had wild and passionate episodes that included dramatic sweeping off of desks (after non-sweepable items were removed, as is only practical) this was still essentially a closed door romance -the epilogue got me all teary I didn't love: (crickets) Hmmm. I could come up with something, given enough time. Maybe. But why would I want to? ;) Honestly, if this book is any indication (which I sincerely hope it is!) this line--Entangled's August imprint--is exactly what I've been looking for. I can't wait to read more from it, and (hopefully!) more non-YA reads from Ms. Hammerle too! Rating: 4 stars / A I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
i've read hammerle's young adult books, so i was surprised to see that one of her novels was part of entangled's august line launch. but she transitions seamlessly to adult romance. knocked-up cinderella is basically what you get when knocked up (the movie) is mixed with a nancy meyers movie. forty-year-olds aren't any better at handling unplanned pregnancy than millenials are. i don't know if that's a good or bad thing. anyway, here ian donovan has a reputation. he's upfront that he's not in it for the long haul. women can expect to have him for one night and then nada. but for some reason, erin sharpe seems to be the exception to that rule. and he's not too sure he knows how to handle it. and he is crap at admitting it. and so when erin winds up pregnant after a one-night stand, she expects nothing from him. and she'd be okay if he offered nothing. the problem is that ian keeps randomly showing up. he keeps coming back to her in ways that she doesn't quite understand. it would be one thing if ian were true to what he advertised himself as, but he keeps showing these hints of more and it makes her crazy. there's a lot of back-and-forth in this book, highs-and-lows, but in the end, it's a really sweet story of two people finding their way together. i was already pretty much a one-clicker on hammerle's work, this just confirms that it doesn't matter the genre. **knocked up cinderella will publish on november 12, 2018. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (august) in exchange for my honest review.
What happens when Ian Donovan, a bad boy, globe-trotting, venture capitalist millionaire coughs up $40,000 for a dinner date with an elementary school principal just to rescue her from a date with a pretentious creep? Well, they decide to have a one-night stand (because sometimes a gal just wants to step out of her control pantyhose and grab life by the baubles). Unfortunately something went wrong with one of the condoms and now our feisty, foul-mouthed heroine Dr Erin Sharpe is going to have a baby. I have been in a book slump recently, starting and dropping so many books, dishing out 1 star DNF reviews like they are smarties, giving the kiss of death three star reviews to favourite authors, I hesitated to pick this up fearing the premise was too hackneyed - boy was I wrong. Julie Hammerle has injected new humour and fizz into the 'accidentally pregnant by the billionaire' trope. Maybe the characters being somewhat older than the usual 20-somethings made a difference? All I know is that I laughed out loud at so many of the scenes - right from the start where Erin denies liking long walks on the beach and reading poetry to her lovers in the moonlight, instead telling the truth that she loves crappy tv. Also Ian and Erin's jobs felt real, he spends so much time jetting to and from Tokyo I could feel his jet lag leeching through my Kindle, he worked long hours and was at his client's beck and call. The only other book I have read by Julie Hammerle was a YA/NA teen crush - so very different to this book - but having sampled Ms Hammerle's adult humour I am definitely going to look for more. Also, Entangled August? Not come across that before, is it featuring older characters? Will have to look out for more. I received a free copy of this book from the publisher via Netgalley in return for an honest review
I know I might be in the minority here but I honestly expected to enjoy this book more than I did. The storyline was good and the characters were okay but the story moved at such a slow pace. The story seemed to drag a lot. If the pace was just a little bit faster, this book would have been much better for me. There were funny moments, steamy moments and a little drama between Erin and Ian. Erin has struggled for years with her now ex Dirk to get pregnant but who thought a night with Ian would give her what she wanted. Too bad that Ian is not the relationship type of man, or is he? Ian's mom left him at a young age so will he be able to walk away from this child? This story wasn't a fantastic read for me but it was an okay read with a sweet ending.
A completely fun read, complete with your 40 year old workaholic, never will commit hot male and his 40 year old PhD private school Principal who drops F bombs like rain drops and has sworn off men and relationships. The two meet at a Halloween fundraiser for the school she works for. Irritated by her costume, yes she's dressed as Cinderella hides behind a tree outside the ballroom to reach up under her dress to give herself a good scratching not realizing she isn't alone and watched by the all dressed up in no costume Ian Donovan. He's only there to make a sizable donation and leave. He's certainly not there for the auction, which our poor Principal Erin has begrudgingly agreed to take part in. The two have a brief chat and then it's auction time, Ian decides to watch seeing the men who are bidding on her with his disapproval decides to place that winning bid and one date it is. The date which he had no intention of going on, the date she could care less about. The two end up spending the night together, he has rules, so does she. He breaks his first by falling asleep and spending the night. When she boots him out the door in the morning, he's befuddled and disturbed. That's never happened to him before. Plus he actually likes her. Now that the shoe is on the other foot, he doesn't like it. It bothers him for several months, so much that he can't get back into the one and done routine. He's in business with his two best friends he grew up with, one now married with a baby which has thrown a wrench in the works, now the days of bar crawling and trawling are over. Three months goes by and Ian gets a text from Erin to meet for coffee. He thinks it's code for another roll in the rack and she clarifies just coffee. She had gone in for a check up and discovers she's pregnant. After trying for years, her one night stand and the last person who'd make the top of the baby daddy list, he's little swimmers won the game. She tells him out of courtesy, she makes it clear she expects nothing and can do this on her own. Because that's always been her plan. Ian decides to test the water, but proves to be exactly what he says he is. He's a runner. The months go by quickly, things happen with school and also in his business, he's traveling overseas a lot. Coming close to delivery and does he make it to the class as he said he would? Good question. Where's Ian reminded me of where's Waldo. I liked Erin and Ian not as well, yet there was something a little charming about his immature 40 yr old self. There are plenty of supporting characters to meet and you get to know a few. The plot was good, I loved reading about a 40 year old woman who had her act together and was a professional woman. Big thumbs up on that. That in itself is the best part of the story. It does however drag in places, it's a slow read. I like something that flows a little quicker but that's just me. It's a cute read, Erin wins the crown for this beauty. arc from NetGalley and Entangled for an honest review
Erin had an itch under her Cinderella costume and her pantyhose were driving her crazy. She was hiding behind a massive topiary in the hallway outside of the ballroom of the ballroom of the Evanston Hilton Hotel. She had escaped a bunch of drunk second grade parents and their questions. Erin was a private elementary school principal. She had to prove to the parents. The alumni, and assorted boosters she was a team player. Erin was involved in a bachelorette auction to benefit the Glenfield Academy Athletes Association. The auction was the first of many planned fundraisers this school year. Then Erin heard a cough. Erin had thought she was out of anyone’s view, she had scratched her butt and adjusted her pantyhose. Then a hot man said he wasn’t leering he was hiding too. Then Erin stepped out and introduced herself. Erin dropped the F bomb when not at work but if you spent most of your day biting your tongue around surly parents, snippy teachers, and unruly children you would too. It had been big news when Erin left her job with Chicago City Schools to be the principal of Glenfield Academy. The man that said “ your Dirts girlfriend “and Erin thought of the night her ex Dirk that she had been with ten years until he dumped her- had dragged her too his twentieth H S reunion. The man introduced himself as Ian Donovan. Then Ian bid and won the date with Erin. The “date “ men took the bachelorettes they won was a dinner at The Girl And The Goat. Scott was Ian’s friend and business partner as was Tommy. Scott and Ian had developed similar philosophies about their love lives: no sleeping over, no second dates, no strings. These rules hadI been made out of necessity not frivolity. They owned their own business which took them all over the globe. Tommy was the one who differed he had married and had a baby daughter. Scott and Ian were too busy with work for relationships. Currently only three things mattered to them: friends, family, and Fumetsy Enterprises - the Japanese Tech Company they were currently courting. They were going to be huge…. Once they perfected their technology. Erin wasn’t the one night stand type of person, she went from one long relationship to another long relationship. Ian and Erin went to the dinner and decided to go ahead and have sex with Ian once which the alcohol they had both consumed also helped with the strong attraction they both felt for each other. It was very different for Erin to do this but she kept going for the same type of man and stayed in long relationships maybe being single for awhile would be good for her. Then Erin found out she was pregnant, she would let Ian know but she will let him as it was the right thing to do but also let him know she expected nothing from him and she could do this on her own. I loved this book. It was a good, easy, romantic read. I loved Erin and Ian together and how they were only supposed to have that one night which evolved into a pregnancy. I loved watching Ian as he grew and changed in this book. I loved the relationships ian had with Scott and Tommy and they had each others back. I loved how after Ian met Erin his old life just wasn’t satisfactory to him anymore and Ian couldn’t get Erin off his mind as time went on.. I happily found nothing to criticize in this book. I loved the characters and the ins and outs of this book and I highly recommend it
When Ian Donovan, a bad boy, venture capitalist millionaire comes to her rescue, Erin Sharpe is more than thrilled to have a night on the town with the man who saved her from a creep at an auction. After an enjoyable night of dinner and dancing the pair decide to continue their night of fun back at her place. Which leads to some between the sheets fun... and a few weeks later an unexpected positive pregnancy stick. Both agreed the night they met that they weren't looking for forever, but when faced with this unexpected news they both begin to reconsider their stance on it. Knocked-Up Cinderella was charming little fairy tale that brought many smiles, and feel good vibes. This was an evenly paced, heartfelt contemporary romance, that came with a modern day fairy tale twist, and I really enjoyed spending my afternoon devouring it! If you like humorous, light-hearted reads, then this one will be right up your alley... it comes with loads of laughs and heart! I requested an advanced copy of this title from NetGalley, and I am voluntarily leaving my honest opinion.
Great read that was funny, snarky, and completely entertaining. I loved these characters. Erin, the f-bomb dropping elementary school principal. Ian, the stoic commitment phobe venture capitalist. Together they make one entertaining couple and bonus they are in their 40's. A more mature look at what is usually a younger situation. The one time Erin decides to cut loose and act on the insane chemistry between herself and Ian she finds herself "knocked up" and dealing with Ian who is surprisingly all in! She's fine doing it all on her own but oh what fun it is having Ian by her side. I definitely recommend this one.