‘No question about it, there are 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 for a blonde twenty-something colleague. So she does what any self-respecting singleton would do: swipes right, puts on her best bra and finds herself on a first date with a handsome mountaineer called Max. What’s the worst that can happen?
 
Well it’s pretty bad actually. First Max ghosts her and then, after weeing on a stick (but mostly her hands), a few weeks later Lil discovers she’s pregnant. She’s single, thirty-one and living in a thimble-sized flat in London, it’s hardly the happily-ever-after she was looking for.

Lil’s ready to do the baby-thing on her own – it can’t be that hard, right? But she should probably tell Max, if she can track him down. Surely he’s not that Max, the highly eligible, headline-grabbing son of Lord and Lady Rushbrooke, currently trekking up a mountain in South Asia? Oh, maybe he wasn’t ignoring Lil after all…  

Praise for Sophia Money-Coutts:

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

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

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

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

‘Howlingly funny’ Sunday Times

‘Wonderfully rude’ Red

‘Surprisingly saucy and distractingly funny’ Grazia

‘Funny and beautifully written … I loved it’ Daily Mail

‘Fizzes with joy’ Metro

‘Hilarious and uplifting’ Woman & Home

‘A thoroughly modern love story’ Woman’s Weekly

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