Aimee Carson - That Wild Night - Waking Up Pregnant / The Best Mistake of Her Life

Two fun, sexy stories in one volume for the first time! What happens when one really wild night has unexpected consequences?

Waking Up Pregnant by Mira Lyn Kelly

Darcy Penn is the sensible type—flirting with the cute guy in the bar isn’t her usual style. As for ending up in his hotel room? Definitely not! Sneaking out to avoid the post-sex awkwardness? Much more like it… Only their night together results in more than just a walk of shame….

The Best Mistake of Her Life by Aimee Carson

Kate’s high school reunion is looming. She can’t miss it, but no way is she going solo! She turns to hotshot stuntman Memphis James for help, even if he’s a living reminder of her biggest secret. Except Kate’s not sure what to do with the still sizzling chemistry—run in the opposite direction, or fall into the wildest fling of her life!

A two-in-one volume of fun, sexy romance!

Kate and Darcy are normally very good girls…. Only just once, they’re led a little astray…by two rather irresistible men! And for these two women, one way or another, a single wild night is enough to change the whole course of their lives….

Enjoy the ride!

That Wild Night

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WAKING UP PREGNANT Waking Up Pregnant

Mira Lyn Kelly

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Aimee Carson

To Eleanor, Joyce, Jessica, Elizabeth,

and kicking off the fourth generation…Jacqueline.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

WITHIN THE FAST closing walls of his downtown L.A. executive office—a modern, stylized space reflective of his personal tastes, professional achievements and global priorities—Jeff Norton watched the limitless sky of his future crack and crumble as the woman in front of him doubled over, one arm clutching his trash can, while the other shot straight. Her hand alternating between a traffic cop’s stop signal and a single finger indicating it was going to be a minute before she got to him.

“Not a problem, Darcy,” he managed in a voice barely recognizable even to himself. “Really. Take all the time you need.”

The sounds of distress emanating from the depths of his violated wastebasket ceased and the Vegas cocktail waitress he’d found too tempting to resist three months ago pinned him with a watery stare before rolling her you-did-this-to-me eyes in disgust.

Which was almost enough to pull a laugh from him, except, yeah, that look said it all. This was the end of days.

Probably.

Because while it wasn’t any great mystery as to why this woman was seeking him out now, months after those fateful few hours they’d spent together that ended with him staring down in abject horror at what could best be described as an epic latex fail, whether the hormone-wreaking miracle behind this reunion was, in fact, his, or whether his portfolio simply made him the most obvious solution to a problem which might be laid at the feet of any number of other candidates, was still yet to be seen.

Though even as he thought it, something inside him rebelled at the idea.

Three months.

If she’d been here after one… Hell, if she’d still been there that first night when he came back from the bathroom…

He swallowed. Sucked a deep breath, only to realize what a monumental mistake he’d made when the smell permeating his office—his sanctuary, his power position, his godforsaken happy-place-no-more—had his stomach contracting in some kind of sympathetic reflex.

Darcy looked over the plastic liner at him and, seeming to catch the wayward direction of his stomach, tightened her hold in a move very obviously saying, Get your own can, buddy.

Nice.

His molars ground together. This was the mother of his child.

Maybe.

Crossing to his desk, he dialed his assistant’s extension. “Charlie, I need a bottle of mouthwash, a toothbrush and paste and a dozen trash liners. And if you can get it all in here in the next five minutes I’ll cut you a check for a thousand dollars today.”

Darcy pinched her eyes shut a moment and when she looked back at him, it was with reluctant gratitude. “Thank you.”

“Suppose it’s the least I can do….” Considering what he’d maybe, probably done already.

He watched the rise and fall of her shoulders as she struggled for her composure.

“I’m sorry—”

He waved her off, but her eyes narrowed so he let her go on. “About springing…this on you. It must… be a shock.”

More so now than it would have been two months ago. “We can talk about it after you’ve had a minute to yourself. There’s a private bathroom back this way. Charlie’s freakishly efficient—”

As if underscoring his point, a knock sounded as the office door swung open for the fastest man in the West, who’d somehow managed to collect a tray of the requested items along with an unopened sleeve of saltine crackers in a matter of seconds. Considering Charlie normally coordinated international business meetings, spoke seven languages and had an MBA from the top school in the U.S., the toiletry run wasn’t perhaps the best use of his time. But for Jeff, the guy had just come through in what ranked up there with a life-and-death emergency.

“Charlie Litsky, this is Darcy—” And there it was, the glaring reminder he didn’t even know her last name. Right. Moving on. “Darcy, Charlie,” he said, leading them back to the private bathroom in the far corner of the office.

“Why don’t I take this?” he said, relieving a sallow-cheeked Darcy of the trash can at the door. “Before you leave today, I’ll give you Charlie’s contact information. If you need to get ahold of me, or anything else, he’ll be able to help you.”

But then Charlie produced a card of his own, already inked in with a private mobile number. The man was worth his weight in gold. Proven even more so, when they excused themselves to leave Darcy at the bathroom and Charlie eyed the trash Jeff was holding at arm’s length.

“Can I take that for you?”

Jeff blew out a humorless laugh. More than anything he wanted to say yes. But whatever the actual protocol for vomit in the office was, Jeff couldn’t stick this with someone else.