Vegas Pregnancy Surprise. Shirley Jump

       Molly’s blog—pre-original Las Vegas weekend

      You ever wish you could have a shaker for your life? Something that would take all those little ruts that have gotten so comfortable, turn them upside down and send you in a new direction? Sometimes I wonder if that’s what I need to move forward, to make a change. Who knows? Maybe this upcoming weekend in Las Vegas with Jayne, Alex and Serena will be just what the doctor ordered.

      But…

      I worry about the reputation that city has. You know—the whole getting wild and doing things you’d never do in real life while you’re in Las Vegas. Wild is the exact opposite of how I’d describe myself. Stepping out of that comfort zone…

      Well, I just won’t. I’m going there for Jayne, and to have a good time. But not too good a time. Surely for a couple of days I won’t do anything too crazy. Right?

       Status update for Molly Hunter’s internet networking profile

      Molly Hunter had a great time in Las Vegas, even if it was about a hundred steps out of her ordinary life!

       (About an hour ago)

      Jayne Cavendish: That weekend was great! Thanks so much for going along!

      Alex Lowell McKendrick: Even if some of us ended up with a surprise wedding afterward! Hope you all can come back to Vegas soon. I miss you!

      Molly Hunter: I miss you too, Alex! It’s not the same here without you and Serena!

      Serena Warren: Ditto! If you guys come to Vegas, we could have a great reunion! And who knows…? You might find the loves of your lives, Molly and Jayne!

      Molly Hunter: Not looking for him right now. Maybe down the road.

      Jayne Cavendish: I ditto that!

      Alex Lowell McKendrick: Vegas is a city that is full of surprises, gals. You never know what might happen while you’re here!

      Vegas Pregnancy Surprise

      By

      Shirley Jump

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

       Dear Reader

      I had great fun writing this continuity with the other authors, and creating characters who are dealing with the aftermath of one crazy night. We’ve all had a crazy night (or two!) and I think we can all relate to Molly and Linc’s story.

      I also like the whole idea of taking a gamble on love. Love is a risk, no matter how you come across it in your life or who with. You’re opening your heart, opening your soul, to another person, and that means you run the risk of two outcomes—happiness or hurt. I’m always rooting for the first one, being a romance author. I believe in taking those risks and then seeing how that gamble pays off. Molly and Linc took a risk, and then another when they get back together to deal with the consequences of their one crazy night.

      The other thing these books are about is friendship. The authors I wrote this continuity with are some great friends of mine in real life, and I was honored to be a part of this series with them. They’re the kind of women you could sit down and have a cup of coffee with, and before you know it, four hours have passed while you’ve been chatting.

      So grab a cup of java for yourself, sit down and enjoy Molly and Linc’s story!

      Thanks for reading, and as always, feel free to visit my website: www.shirleyjump.com, or write to me at PO Box 5126, Fort Wayne, IN 46895 USA. I always love to hear from readers!

       Shirley

      Girls’Weekend in Vegas

       Four friends, four dream weddings!

      On a girly weekend in Las Vegas, best friends Alex, Molly, Serena and Jayne are just supposed to have fun and forget men—but they end up meeting their perfect matches! Will the love they find in Vegas stay in Vegas?

      Find out in this sassy, fun and wildly romantic mini-series all about love and friendship!

       Meet the girls:

       Alex

      SAVING CINDERELLA!

      by Myrna Mackenzie

       June

       Molly

      VEGAS PREGNANCY SURPRISE

      by Shirley Jump

       July

       Serena

      INCONVENIENTLY WED!

      by Jackie Braun

       August

       Jayne

      WEDDING DATE WITH THE BEST MAN

      by Melissa McClone

       September

      Chapter One

      TWO pink lines.

      Molly Hunter stared for a good thirty seconds at the long white stick displaying its message like a beacon atop her peach tile bathroom counter. Put it down, picked it up, stared at the double pink message some more.

      It couldn’t be. Had to be…impossible.

      Nausea sent her stomach on a renewed roll and pitch, as if daring her to disagree. For the past couple of weeks she’d been waking up nauseous, tired, but with three of her summer school students out sick over the last month with the flu, she’d attributed her touchy stomach to them. Not to—

      Oh, God. To that night in Vegas.

      Two months ago. Had it been that long? How could she not have noticed?

      Easy. She didn’t have a boyfriend, or a husband, and the chances of her getting pregnant were slim to none. Except this time Slim had apparently been an overachiever.

      Her mind rocketed back to the bar, to a gorgeous man with blue eyes and dark hair. A man she knew only by his first name.

      Linc.

       “No last names.”

       “No commitments.”

       “Nothing but tonight.”

      One crazy, insane night when Molly Hunter, who never did anything without a plan, without thinking things through, had thrown caution to the wind, and let a nearly electric attraction rule her every thought.

      Ever since that night, she’d done her best to try to forget the intoxicating man she’d met in Vegas, and she’d thought she’d done a pretty good job of it. He’d been a momentary attraction, a crazy aberration in her life, and even though every once in a while her thoughts drifted to where he might be or whether he was thinking about her, she told herself leaving that one-night stand where it was—in the back of her thoughts as a delicious one-night memory—was the best thing all around.

      After all, she was a kindergarten teacher, who did nothing more exciting than teach remedial English to high schoolers in the summer. A conservative woman in every sense of the word. She never did anything remotely like