Wilder Hearts: Once Upon a Pregnancy

Wilder Hearts: Once Upon a Pregnancy
RaeAnne Thayne

Judy Duarte

Karen Smith Rose

Once Upon a Pregnancy ER nurse Simone Garner is pregnant and rumours are flying around Walnut River General that dreamy paramedic Mike O’Rourke is the father! But is marriage on Mike’s radar? One has to wonder if Simone would stand a chance with Mike if she wasn’t pregnant with his child. Or does he know something we don’t?Her Mr Right?Neil Kane was investigating charges of insurance fraud. What he didn’t expect was an attraction for sexy social worker Isobel Suarez. So, when Isobel is accused of wrongdoing, Neil has to decide which is more important: his job…or the woman who’s stolen his heart. A Merger…or Marriage?To snag a coveted promotion, financial whiz Anna Wilder has to close the Walnut River takeover deal. When her opponent in the boardroom turns out to be lawyer Richard Green, the man whose kiss years ago had compelled Anna to run far away from home, she wonders if her return is actually a second chance in disguise…

Wilder Hearts

Once upon a Pregnancy

Judy Duarte

Her Mr Right?

Karen Rose Smith

A Merger …or Marriage?

RaeAnne Thayne

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Once upon a Pregnancy

About the Author

JUDY DUARTE always knew there was a book inside her, but since English was her least favorite subject in school, she never considered herself a writer. An avid reader who enjoys a happy ending, Judy couldn’t shake the dream of creating a book of her own.

Her dream became a reality in March of 2002, when Mills & Boon

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released her first book, Cowboy Courage. Since then, she has sold nineteen more novels.

Her stories have touched the hearts of readers around the world. And in July of 2005, Judy won a prestigious readers’ Choice Award for The Rich Man’s Son.

Judy makes her home near the beach in Southern California. When she’s not cooped up in her writing cave, she’s spending time with her somewhat enormous, but delightfully close family.

To the authors who worked with me on this series—Marie Ferrarella, Mary J. Forbes, Teresa Southwick, Karen Rose Smith and RaeAnne Thayne.

Thank you for making this book fun to write.

Chapter One

Simone Garner studied the home pregnancy test kit sitting on the white tile countertop in her bathroom and waited as one long second stretched into another.

She was thirty-seven years old and a nurse at Walnut River General Hospital, so she certainly should have known better than to let something like this happen.

But…she had let it happen, and there was no one to blame but herself.

Two months ago, at a cocktail party Dr. Peter Wilder hosted to celebrate the rechristening of the hospital library in honor of his late father, a waiter holding a tray of champagne approached Simone and offered her a glass.

A teetotaler by nature, she nearly declined, but the festive mood had been contagious.

At first, the champagne hadn’t done much for her except to tickle her nose and throat, but she’d soon acquired a taste for it, as well as a mind-numbing buzz.

So when Mike O’Rourke, an attractive medic she’d known for a while, volunteered to drive her home, she’d agreed. Then, while he opened the door to let her into his Jeep, she’d let him kiss her.

Or maybe she’d been the instigator.

Looking back, she wasn’t entirely sure who’d actually made the first move. All she knew was that the starspinning, knee-weakening kiss had happened.

After they arrived at her place, she should have thanked him for the ride and let it go at that, but for some reason, she felt compelled to invite him in. She’d given him a tour of the house she’d remodeled, then turned on her new stereo system and played a soft, suggestive love song.

“Do you want to dance?”

Her boldness had been so out of character that, in retrospect, she’d blamed her newfound self-confidence on the alcohol, as well as the sleek black cocktail dress she’d purchased for the occasion and the cute but impractical heels she’d probably only wear once.

With her senses still reeling from both the champagne and Mike’s charm, Simone had slipped into his embrace, quickly relishing his musky, mountain-fresh scent and the faint bristle of his cheek against hers.

They’d swayed to the soul-stirring melody, hearts beating and bodies moving as one—until she’d stumbled.

She’d grabbed on to Mike for balance, and they’d shared a laugh, followed by a heated look, a lingering touch.

One thing had led to another, and they’d kissed again.

Oh, Lordy, how they’d kissed.

Then, for some crazy reason—the heat of the moment, she supposed—she’d led him to her bedroom.

Waking up in Mike’s arms and then sending him on his way would have been a lot easier to do if their lovemaking had only been so-so. In that case, he would have understood why she’d ended things.

But the entire experience had been off the charts.

And now she feared that if great sex had anything to do with sperm motility or fertility, she’d be having septuplets.

Oh, God, no. Please, no.

Just the thought of what a pink dot on the testing apparatus meant made her nauseous, even though she’d already had the dry heaves earlier this morning.

At first, she’d told herself that stress from work had caused her period to be delayed. After all, there had been some allegations of insurance fraud at Walnut River General, and the timing couldn’t be worse, with the hospital in danger of being taken over by Northeastern HealthCare.

And to top it off, someone was leaking financial information and other sensitive data to the conglomerate, putting the hospital at a significant disadvantage for negotiations.

But Simone hadn’t been able to explain away her symptoms any longer. So she got up from her seat on the commode and stood before the test, while her future and the pale yellow walls of the small bathroom seemed to close in on her.

No pink dot yet, though.