Pregnant By My Baby Daddy's Evil Twin From the Multiverse (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9798285671367)

She thought overdue rent was her biggest problem. Then her baby daddy's evil twin from another dimension showed up.

Sha'Quanda Jenkins is just trying to survive Flatbush, dodge her slumlord, and figure out how to pay for ramen noodles. But her already chaotic life takes a sharp left turn into WTF-ville when she discovers she's pregnant... and the baby daddy might be her regular, broke-ass Dee-Dee, OR his suave, sneaker-stealing, purple-fur-coat-wearing evil twin from across the multiverse, Da'Vonté Prime.

Turns out, it's complicated. Like, 200%-paternity-confirmed, four-armed-fetus, city-wide-blackout-inducing-WombQuakes complicated.

Now, Quanda's battling more than just eviction notices. She's up against:

• Sentient legal documents that slap. (Seriously.)

• Interdimensional court summons from Quadrant 404 (Family Law & Procreative Aberrations division, naturally).

• Her bestie Tee-Tee, whose podcast, "Tee-Tee Spills the Multiverse Tea," has turned Quanda's uterus into a viral sensation (#MultiverseMama #FourArmFreakOut).

• An evil twin who wants to reformat her baby's FetalOS into "TyrantTyke_Edition."

• And her own unborn child, Lil' Galaxy, a sass-mouthed, chalk-craving, four-armed infant deity already negotiating royalty deals and pistachio ice cream futures from the womb.

Armed with ancestral juju from her badass Nana Griot, ethically-sourced dark-matter collard greens from a hoodoo mama who chats with black holes, and a whole lotta Flatbush grit, Quanda must navigate a cosmic custody battle, save her neighborhood from interdimensional fracking, and somehow make rent.

If you love laugh-out-loud urban fantasy, side-splitting sci-fi comedy, and heroines who face down cosmic pimps with nothing but a cracked phone case and an indomitable spirit, then buckle up. Sha'Quanda Jenkins's life isn't just a hot mess-it's an infinite mess, with one rent check due and a universe of WTF waiting to happen.

Warning: May cause spontaneous laughter, an inexplicable craving for chalk that tastes like alternate timelines, and a sudden urge to unionize your local pigeons.

Perfect for fans of Terry Pratchett, N.K. Jemisin's humor, and stories where the mundane collides spectacularly with the multiverse.