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What Happens Now? Audiobook (Free)

Summary:

‘Surprisingly funny and incredibly saucy’ OK!

‘A laugh-a-minute page-turner, ideal for poolside reading!’ Hello there!

‘Surprisingly saucy and distractingly funny’ GRAZIA

‘No question about any of it, a couple of two little purple lines. I’m pregnant.’

After eight years together, Lil Bailey thought she’d already found ‘the one’ – that is, until he dumped her to get a blonde twenty-something colleague. Therefore she does what any self-respecting singleton about What Happens Today? would perform: swipes best, puts on her greatest bra and finds herself on an initial date using a handsome mountaineer known as Potential. What’s the worst that can happen?

Well it’s fairly bad actually. Initial Max ghosts her and, after weeing on a stick (but mostly her hands), a few weeks later Lil discovers she’s pregnant. She’s one, thirty-one and living in a thimble-sized toned in London, it’s barely the happily-ever-after she was looking for.

Lil’s prepared to perform the baby-thing on her behalf very own – it can’t be that hard, right? But she should probably tell Potential, if she can track him down. Definitely he’s not that Max, the extremely eligible, headline-grabbing kid of Lord and Female Rushbrooke, currently trekking up a mountain in South Asia? Oh, maybe he wasn’t ignoring Lil after all…

Compliment for Sophia Money-Coutts:

‘So funny. And the sex is amazing!’ Jilly Cooper

‘Hilariously funny – I couldn’t put it straight down.’ Beth O’Leary

‘A laugh-a-minute page-turner, perfect for poolside reading!’ Hello there!

‘This hilarious book proves Sophia Money-Coutts is mistress of the romp-com.’ The Sun

‘Howlingly funny’ Weekend Times

‘Wonderfully rude’ Crimson

‘Remarkably saucy and distractingly funny’ Grazia

‘Funny and wonderfully written … I adored it’ Daily Mail

‘Fizzes with joy’ Metro

‘Hilarious and uplifting’ Female & Home

‘A thoroughly contemporary love story’ Woman’s Weekly

‘Does it earn its place in your beach bag? Certainly’ Evening Standard