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Keely, Emma and Tahlia work together at a small, trendy design company in Melbourne. They’ve become the best of friends, meeting for breakfast, chatting over a mid-morning coffee and a donut—or going for a cocktail after work. They’ve loved being single in the city…but now three gorgeous new men are about to enter their work lives, transform their love lives—and give them loads more to gossip about!
From sexy bosses to surprise babies—
these ladies have got everyone talking!
Impossibly Pregnant by Nicola Marsh, #3866
A positive pregnancy test is a surprise for Keely!
The Shock Engagement by Ally Blake, #3870
Emma has always dreamed of marrying Harry.
Now they’re engaged—but it’s all a sham.
Will he ever be hers for real…?
Taking on the Boss by Darcy Maguire, #3874
Tahlia’s furious that the promotion she’s been
working so hard for has been given to someone else!
He’s now her new boss—and he’s gorgeous!
Dear Reader,
I love living in the vibrant city of Melbourne. The cosmopolitan cafés, the fabulous shopping and best of all, bookstores galore!
Keely Rhodes, the sassy Web site designer in Impossibly Pregnant, alongside her best friends Emma and Tahlia, are city girls who thrive on Melbourne’s vibe. Keely works at Southbank on the Yarra River, lives in the beautiful bayside suburb of Port Melbourne and has her hands full with her gorgeous leading man, Lachlan Brant.
While Lachlan prefers surfing at Torquay and unwinding at Hepburn Springs, two towns not far from Melbourne, the city has its own charm, starting with the woman who turns his world upside down!
Writing Keely’s story has been rewarding and I hope you get a taste of what magical Melbourne has to offer. Ally Blake and Darcy Maguire continue the fun in their linked books for the OFFICE GOSSIP series. I hope you enjoy the stories as much as we did creating them.
Happy reading,
Nicola
www.nicolamarsh.com
Impossibly Pregnant
Nicola Marsh
For Heath, my littlest hero and very own precious miracle
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
‘There is no such thing as the perfect man.’
Keely Rhodes, age 19.
‘MBA. Nine o’clock!’
Keely Rhodes didn’t waste time answering her friend and co-worker, Emma Radfield. Instead, she slowly turned her head ninety degrees to the left, trying to look nonchalant as she checked out the Major Babe Alert.
However, rather than your average, run-of-the-mill babe, who occasionally popped into the sleek offices of Melbourne’s premier corporate website agency, WWW Designs, in search of the very best in Internet technology, this guy turned out to be the last person she had expected to see.
‘What do you think?’ Emma muttered under her breath, far less subtle in her attempt to ogle the guy as she craned her neck and elbowed Keely in the ribs.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven, Keely thought, eyeing every glorious inch of the six-foot-three, broad-shouldered frame as he strode towards the reception desk.
Lachlan Brant was one fine specimen—and, by the confident charisma he oozed on the radio, probably knew it too.
‘That good, huh?’
Tearing her gaze away from him, Keely fixed her friend with a curious stare. ‘Don’t you recognise him?’
Emma shook her head. ‘Uh-uh. Believe me, if I’d seen that dreamboat before I would’ve remembered.’
‘The name Lachlan Brant ring any bells?’
‘The Lachlan Brant?’ Emma scanned him from head to foot and dabbed at the corner of her mouth. ‘Wow, he’s got the bod to match that incredibly sexy voice. Excuse me while I drool.’
‘Yeah, he’s not bad.’
As her friend quirked an eyebrow, Keely grinned. ‘Okay, he’s pretty cute.’
Emma’s other eyebrow joined the first.
‘Make that good-looking.’
If Emma’s eyebrows shot any higher they would be hidden under her blonde fringe.
Keely held up her hands in surrender. ‘Okay, he’s hot. Hotter than hot. He’s so hot he’s burning up. There, satisfied?’
Her friend sighed. ‘I would be if a guy like that looked twice at me.’
Keely rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah, right. Like you’re interested in anyone but Harry Buchanan. Though for the life of me I can’t understand why you’re still pining over your first love. Get over it already.’
At the mention of Harry, Emma’s eyes glazed over as if lost in some precious private memory.
Keely made an exasperated sound akin to a snort. ‘Anyone ever tell you you’re a hopeless romantic?’
Emma smiled. ‘And I wouldn’t have it any other way. What do you think he’s doing here?’
Filling her cup from the water-cooler and taking several long gulps to dislodge the lump of foreboding in her throat, Keely hoped to God it wasn’t for the reason she suspected.
‘Who knows? He’s probably dating our illustrious leader.’
Or else he’d discovered the real identity of the caller who had given him more than he’d bargained for last week on his popular radio talkback show.