Josie was not one to pray, but lately she had begun having whispered, fevered conversations with God.
With her legs up in the air and her husband's baby paste inside her.
Please let me get pregnant. Please let me get pregnant. Please let me get pregnant.
* * *
Laura turned her head away from the bathroom mirror, her eyes lasered on her smartphone, counting down the timer until she could look at the little plastic stick.
Please don't let me be pregnant. Please don't let me be pregnant. Please don't let me be pregnant.
The timer dinged.
Closed her eyes.
And had a whispered, fevered conversation with God, too.
Eternally Complicated is the final (yes, for sure, really, no more books ever, I really mean it...) book in the long-running New York Times bestselling Her Billionaires saga. What started in 2012 as a short novella called Her First Billionaire has turned into an eight-year journey through the lives of Laura, Mike, Dylan, Laura's best friend Josie and her love, Alex, and so many other characters (including Darla from the New York Times bestselling Random series).
As best friends Josie and Laura wrestle with very different reactions to their pregnancies, they find that one bond endures: friendship.
And with plenty of peppermint sundaes at Jeddy's Diner, of course!
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