From #1 NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely, comes a new and sexy romance…THE KNOCKED UP PLAN!A standalone romance told in dual POV, THE KNOCKED UP PLAN is about all of the fun, hotness, and heartfelt emotions that come when a single woman asks her gorgeous, jaded, sworn-to-be-single-forever good friend to get the job done. What happens next when he agrees to provide the bun for her oven are lots of hot sexy times and heartfelt moments.
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"I laughed, cried, got hot and bothered, laughed more and just pretty much smiled and wished I had a Ryder all my own!" ~ Kara, Two Book Pushers
There are three
little words most guys don’t want to hear on the first date. Not those…I mean
these… “knock me up.”
This single gal has had enough of the games, the BS and the endless
chase. I know what I want most, and it’s not true love. It’s a bun in the oven,
and I’m not afraid to hit up my sex-on-a-stick co-worker to do the job. Ryder
is gorgeous, witty and charming — and he’s also a notorious commitment-phobe.
That makes him the perfect candidate to make a deposit in the bank of me.
I won’t fall for him, he won’t fall for me, and there’s no way baby will make
three.
Right?
****
There are four words every guy wants to hear on the first date — “your place or
mine?”
When my hot-as-sin co-worker makes me a no-strings-attached offer that
involves her place, my place, any place — as well as any position — I can’t
refuse. Besides, I've got my own reasons to take her up on her deal even with
her one BIG condition.
There’s no way I’ll want more from one woman than any position, any where, any
night? Except . . . what if I do?
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EXCERPT
“Ooh,
look! A new one just was added to the database,” Penny coos in excitement as
she points to the screen.
We’re
gathered around my iPad at Speakeasy, our favorite Midtown haunt, perusing the
latest offerings on a bank I’ve been in touch with in Manhattan.
“He’s
five-foot-nine. College educated. Plays the violin. And he has red hair,”
Delaney reads, then runs her fingers over the ends of my hair. “Do you want
little redheaded babies?”
I laugh.
“I think I’d like the choice whether they should have red hair or not, and
clearly I’m only bringing recessive genes to the equation.”
Penny
swipes left dramatically as if the new donor is a Tinder no. “Anyone else? And
are we ever going to see what they look like besides when they were five years
old?”
I shake
my head. “In most cases, only childhood photos of donors are posted. Every now
and then you hear of a woman who’s seen adult photos of her donor, but that’s
highly unusual, and only allowed at a few, select banks. It’s actually quite
rare to even see high school or college photos, since a lot of donors only do
it because it’s anonymous.”
Penny
points to the screen, reading another donor’s profile in frustration. “Look.
This guy is six feet, has blue eyes, played hockey in high school, went to
UCLA, and works in tech. But what does he look
like?”enough?”
see them. Try them on.”
just wish I knew more about these men.”
particular kind of eye spacing, and his favorite subject in school. You can even opt for someone who’s a good cook. But you can’t see if his jawline is actually square, if his lips are truly full, or if he’s as handsome as you’ve dreamed.”
while I tell them to shoot me up with Ryder Lockhart’s DNA.
“Unfortunately,
we’re just going to have to imagine,” Delaney says, with a heavy sigh.
Penny
reaches for her red wine. “That makes me so sad I need a drink.”
“And
let’s be honest, looks do matter,” Delaney adds.
I nod
vigorously. “They do. That doesn’t make me vain, right?”
My girls
shake their heads in unison, defending my stance. “We all want a cute elephant
baby for our matriarchy,” Penny says, patting my hand.
I laugh.
“But seriously. You think it’s reasonable to want a handsome donor, right? In
addition to all the other things that are obviously critical. Not a serial
killer. No criminal record. College degree. Height, etcetera, etcetera.”
“Absolutely,”
Penny says, setting her wineglass down with a resounding smack. “How are you
possibly supposed to say a green-eyed, five-foot-ten, college-educated man with
no murder convictions is
“It’s
like online shopping without seeing what you’re buying,” Delaney adds. “Who
buys anything on the Internet without seeing a photo? You don’t shop for shoes
just by the size, color, and style. You need to
“I don’t
think trying on is an option.” I wink.
Delaney
sticks out her tongue. “But you need to see the goods. You can’t fly blind.”
I reach
for my water. No more chardonnay or mojitos for this mama-to-be. I’ve had all
my health screenings, too, and my doctor sees no reason why I can’t get
pregnant. All I need is the other half. “I
Penny
peers at the site’s latest offerings once more. “This is crazy. You can select
whether someone has skills in auto mechanics, plumbing, or kickboxing. You can
choose if your donor has detached earlobes, a
I scrunch
my forehead and imagine my dream candidate. Briefly, my mind is blank, but then
an image pops into my head. “I just wish I knew the guy was going to be a Ryder
Lockhart level of hot,” I say, matter-of-factly.
“Oh, he
is a hottie,” Penny says, and Delaney nods her agreement. They’ve both met him
at my work events and the occasional group happy hour.
“He’s
gorgeous. Just the other day I found myself cataloging his features. He really
does have it going on. Plus, he’s smart and funny and good to animals.”
Penny
hums mournfully. “Too bad he’s not a donor.”
“Ha.
Yeah, it’s a bummer he hasn’t made a deposit at this sperm bank.” I tap the
screen. “I’d order up one serving ASAP. Get that turkey baster inside me stat,”
I bark as if I’d be saying that to the nurses
Wait.
Ryder
Lockhart’s DNA.
The
clouds part. The sun rises. The bells ring. Never have three words sounded more
like a perfect solution to a problem.
About Lauren Blakely
A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, Lauren
Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that's hot, sweet and sexy.
She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while
walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have
appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller
Lists more than eighty times, and she's sold more than 2 million books. In June
she'll release THE KNOCKED UP PLAN, a standalone contemporary romance. To
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