The Marriage Pledge

Sometimes platonic friends make the best spouses.

Years ago ex-lovers and coworkers Moe and Amy agreed on a marriage pact—if they’re not married by thirty, the jaded duo will head down the aisle and start a family together.

Tomorrow Amy hits the big Three-Oh.

One marriage coming right up!

The problem is, neither of them can afford help from a fertility clinic which means they’re going to have to start their family the old-fashioned way.

Can these two friends withstand the pressures of baby-making as their minds begin to turn down avenues that are anything but platonic? And what will Amy do when she does the unthinkable and begins to fall for her husband of convenience?

Find out in this sweet friends to lovers romance!

“Hi,” she breathed.

“Hi yourself.”

Was he going to kiss her?

Was she going to kiss him?

His solid body felt right pressed into her, and whatever it was that had appeared during their wedding kiss resurfaced, simmering between them, dark and dangerous, and entirely too tempting.

“You know we’re in the perfect position to make out right now,” Moe said.

She made a soft sound of agreement.

“And we’re married.” His tone was matter-of-fact, almost cavalier.

They stared at each other for a weighted moment, considering their options.

“You’re a good kisser,” Amy replied, unsure why she was nudging them toward the forbidden, slightly fraught territory of more-than-friends.

“It could make things complicated and awkward.”

“It would be risky,” she agreed.

His body had settled against hers and she wanted to keep him there forever. He tenderly brushed a lock of hair off her cheek as her body hummed a familiar tune. She had a feeling that when it came to the lyrics, Moe’s soul knew every word.

“Are we ready for risk-taking?” he whispered. His mouth had drifted closer to hers and her eyelids fluttered. He lightly dragged a finger over her lower lip and she parted the tingling flesh.

“It would be foolish,” she whispered back. She wanted to kiss him, but knew she had to hold back, though she was unsure she could.

“Utterly foolish.”

She breathed her reply. “Completely.”

“Entirely.”

“Wholly.”

“I can’t think of another synonym,” he said.

“Satisfyingly complex and erroneous?” she suggested, her eyes opening.

“That’s more than one word.”

They were coming back around, their brains reengaging and putting them back into the safety zone of friends, not lovers. She swallowed her disappointment, trying to find relief, so she could focus on it instead.

She was having trouble.

Moe blinked, then cleared his throat as he slid off her, the mood that had been building between them dissolving like it had never existed.

They were back in the friend zone. Right where they belonged.

But she found that it was the one place she didn’t want to be. Not with Moe.