What Happens Now? Audiobook
What Happens Now? Audiobook
- Sophia Money-Coutts
- HarperCollins Publishers UK
- 2019-08-22
- 9 h 20 min
Summary:
‘Surprisingly funny and very saucy’ OK!
‘A laugh-a-minute page-turner, ideal for poolside reading!’ Hi there!
‘Amazingly saucy and distractingly funny’ GRAZIA
‘No question about any of it, there are two little crimson lines. I’m pregnant.’
After eight years jointly, Lil Bailey thought she’d already found ‘the one’ – that is, until he dumped her to get a blonde twenty-something colleague. Therefore she will what any self-respecting singleton about What Happens Today? would do: swipes ideal, puts on her behalf best bra and sees herself on an initial date with a handsome mountaineer called Max. What’s the worst that may happen?
Well it’s pretty bad actually. Initial Max spirits her and, after weeing on a stick (but mainly her hands), a couple weeks later on Lil discovers she’s pregnant. She’s single, thirty-one and living in a thimble-sized smooth in London, it’s barely the happily-ever-after she wanted.
Lil’s prepared to do the baby-thing on her behalf own – it can not be that hard, correct? But she should most likely tell Maximum, if she can monitor him down. Certainly he’s not really that Max, the highly eligible, headline-grabbing boy of Lord and Woman Rushbrooke, presently trekking up a hill in South Asia? Oh, probably he wasn’t ignoring Lil after all…
Praise for Sophia Money-Coutts:
‘So funny. And the sex is usually 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!
‘This hilarious book proves Sophia Money-Coutts is mistress from the romp-com.’ The Sun
‘Howlingly funny’ Sunday Times
‘Wonderfully rude’ Red
‘Surprisingly saucy and distractingly funny’ Grazia
‘Funny and magnificently written … I loved it’ Daily Email
‘Fizzes with joy’ Metro
‘Hilarious and uplifting’ Girl & Home
‘A thoroughly modern love story’ Woman’s Every week
‘Will it earn its place in your beach handbag? Completely’ Evening Standard