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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!
THAT WILD NIGHT
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
Waking Up Pregnant
Mira Lyn Kelly
The Best Mistake of Her Life
Aimee Carson
CONTENTS
Mira Lyn Kelly
Aimee Carson
To Eleanor, Joyce, Jessica, Elizabeth,
and kicking off the fourth generation…Jacqueline.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
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