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  Knocked Up

  The Complete Box Set

  Lilian Monroe

  Contents

  Knocked Up by the CEO

  1. Harper

  2. Zach

  3. Harper

  4. Zach

  5. Harper

  6. Zach

  7. Harper

  8. Zach

  9. Harper

  10. Zach

  11. Harper

  12. Zach

  13. Harper

  14. Zach

  15. Harper

  16. Zach

  17. Harper

  18. Zach

  19. Harper

  20. Zach

  21. Harper

  22. Zach

  23. Harper

  24. Harper

  25. Zach

  26. Harper

  27. Zach

  28. Harper

  29. Zach

  30. Harper

  31. Zach

  32. Harper

  33. Zach

  34. Harper

  35. Zach

  36. Harper

  37. Zach

  38. Zach

  39. Harper

  40. Zach

  41. Harper

  42. Zach

  43. Harper

  44. Zach

  45. Harper

  Epilogue

  Knocked Up by the Single Dad

  1. Rosie

  2. Rosie

  3. Lucas

  4. Rosie

  5. Lucas

  6. Rosie

  7. Lucas

  8. Rosie

  9. Lucas

  10. Rosie

  11. Lucas

  12. Rosie

  13. Lucas

  14. Rosie

  15. Lucas

  16. Rosie

  17. Lucas

  18. Rosie

  19. Lucas

  20. Rosie

  21. Lucas

  22. Rosie

  23. Lucas

  24. Rosie

  25. Lucas

  26. Rosie

  27. Lucas

  28. Rosie

  29. Lucas

  30. Rosie

  31. Lucas

  32. Rosie

  33. Lucas

  34. Rosie

  35. Lucas

  36. Rosie

  37. Lucas

  38. Rosie

  39. Lucas

  40. Rosie

  41. Lucas

  42. Rosie

  43. Lucas

  44. Rosie

  45. Lucas

  46. Rosie

  47. Lucas

  48. Rosie

  49. Lucas

  50. Rosie

  Epilogue

  Knocked Up Again!

  1. Jess

  2. Jess

  3. Owen

  4. Jess

  5. Owen

  6. Jess

  7. Owen

  8. Jess

  9. Owen

  10. Jess

  11. Owen

  12. Jess

  13. Owen

  14. Jess

  15. Owen

  16. Jess

  17. Owen

  18. Jess

  19. Owen

  20. Jess

  21. Owen

  22. Jess

  23. Owen

  24. Jess

  25. Owen

  26. Jess

  27. Owen

  28. Jess

  29. Owen

  30. Jess

  31. Owen

  32. Jess

  33. Owen

  34. Jess

  35. Owen

  36. Jess

  37. Owen

  38. Jess

  39. Owen

  40. Jess

  41. Owen

  42. Jess

  43. Owen

  44. Jess

  45. Owen

  46. Jess

  47. Owen

  48. Jess

  49. Owen

  50. Jess

  51. Owen

  52. Jess

  53. Owen

  54. Jess

  55. Owen

  56. Jess

  57. Owen

  58. Jess

  59. Owen

  60. Jess

  61. Owen

  Epilogue

  Knocked Up by the Billionaire’s Son

  1. Dean

  2. Samantha

  3. Dean

  4. Samantha

  5. Dean

  6. Samantha

  7. Dean

  8. Samantha

  9. Dean

  10. Samantha

  11. Dean

  12. Samantha

  13. Dean

  14. Samantha

  15. Dean

  16. Samantha

  17. Dean

  18. Samantha

  19. Dean

  20. Samantha

  21. Dean

  22. Samantha

  23. Dean

  24. Samantha

  25. Dean

  26. Samantha

  27. Dean

  28. Samantha

  29. Dean

  30. Samantha

  31. Dean

  32. Samantha

  33. Samantha

  34. Dean

  35. Samantha

  36. Dean

  37. Samantha

  38. Dean

  39. Samantha

  40. Dean

  41. Samantha

  42. Dean

  43. Samantha

  44. Dean

  45. Samantha

  Epilogue

  The Clarke Brothers Series

  I. Book 1: Lie To Me

  1. Madeline

  2. Aiden

  3. Madeline

  4. Aiden

  5. Madeline

  6. Aiden

  Also by Lilian Monroe

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  Knocked Up by the CEO

  Book 1

  1

  Harper

  “Coming through!” I call out, balancing a tray of cookies in one hand and a jug of eggnog in the other. I can smell the boozy scent of rum coming off the eggnog and I know it’ll be a big hit this year. My coworkers move out of the way as I crouch down towards the table and slide the tray off my hand onto the table in a smooth motion. The tablecloth is covered the cartoonish drawings of snowmen and snow flakes, with tinsel strewn under the trays of food. The whole office looks like the inside of a Christmas store. I place the jug of eggnog beside the cookies and stand up, putting my hands on my hips and turning around.

  “That should be it,” I breathe, pulling the hem of my sweater down. It’s the ugliest and most amazing sweater I’ve ever seen, a wooly red monstrosity with flashing LED lights all over the front in the shape of a Christmas tree. Perfect for the office Christmas party.

  “Well done, Harper! The place looks amazing,” Rosie says as she walks up beside me. She’s wearing her regular work clothes. In fact, no one except me is dressed up, but I don’t mind. Rosie smiles and raises the plastic wine glass towards me. I grab a glass of my own from the dozens lined up on the table and lift it up it towards Rosie.

  “I can finally start enjoying myself now,” I grin back. We clink our gl
asses and I take my first sip of wine of the evening. “It’s always so much work putting this party together.”

  “But it’s always worth it,” Rosie replies. “Think of all the gossip that comes out of it every year!”

  She grins mischievously and takes another sip of wine, scanning the room over the rim of her glass. I laugh and nod. She’s right, it’s usually fodder for at least a couple months of water cooler chat. I’ve been in charge of the office Christmas party for the last three years, and they’ve gotten wilder as time has gone on. I’m sure this year will be the same.

  “Nice sweatshirt!”

  I try not to cringe as the screechy voice reaches my ears. The back of my neck prickles with that same uncomfortable feeling I get every time I hear his voice. I already know it’s Greg from accounting. I turn around slowly and there he is, grinning at me with his toothy, slimy smile. I nod, trying not to stare at the stains on his tie or the greasy hair plastered to his forehead.

  “Thanks,” I respond curtly.

  “You like Christmas, hey?”

  “No, not really, I just do this so I can drink at the office.”

  He throws his head back and laughs before shuffling closer, his baggy pants and too-tight shirt sliding in beside me. I inch away as he gets closer. He smells like wet socks.

  “Haven’t seen you around the accounts department lately,” he says to me. I try to avoid his stare and glance at Rosie. She’s got her nose buried in her glass of wine.

  “I got promoted a year ago, Greg. I don’t work in accounts anymore.”

  “Yeah, yeah, of course, but you know, I thought you’d still come around and say hello to me—to the team. I thought we meant something to you!”

  He smiles at me and I resist the urge to shudder. I would rather come across as a cold-hearted snobby executive bitch than to willingly spend time with you, after all the torture you put me through! Greg glances at Rosie and his smile disappears immediately. He almost snarls at her and I grab her arm and point over to the other side of the room.

  “Oh, look, it looks like those decorations need to be adjusted. Excuse me.”

  “I’ll help!” Rosie says. The two of us speed away towards the huge tree I rented for the party.

  “Is he still following you around? I thought you’d made a complaint.”

  I sigh. “I did, he got a warning from HR and avoided me for a while but it looks like he’s plucked up the courage to talk to me again. Might be the booze.”

  “Isn’t there anything you can do? He followed you to your house! Multiple times!”

  “Don’t remind me,” I say, glancing at her sideways. I push the thought away, not wanting to go back to those months last year when I was constantly looking over my shoulder. I didn’t even know it was Greg until weeks after the whole thing started. I spent weeks and weeks with that same prickly feeling at the back of my neck, feeling like I was being followed and thinking I was going insane.

  The promotion to Commercial Director came with a healthy pay raise and the condition that my complaint about Greg would be satisfied when he got a warning. I never understood why the Human Resources department didn’t take me more seriously, but at the end of the day not many women make it to the Director-level at a top advertising firm at my age. I weighed my options and for the most part, it was worth it. I hardly have to see him anyways.

  Rosie and I get to the Christmas tree and look at all 16 feet of it. The top of it grazes the ceiling.

  “So what do you want us to adjust? I think Greg is still looking over here,” Rosie asks, looking at the massive tree. It was almost too big to fit in the door. I had to beg and plead to get approval for it, saying that it wasn’t a Christmas party without a tree. It’s impeccably decorated and I already know that nothing needs to be adjusted.

  “Uh, let’s just lift this string of lights a bit. We can just move them around till he looks away.”

  I point to the other side of the tree and Rosie nods. I turn to the lights and am about to grab them when she makes a noise between a gasp and a yelp and I look at her. Her eyes are staring behind me before she flicks them to my face. She lifts her eyebrows up and gives me a knowing nod.

  It must be him. Immediately my heart starts beating faster and I hear the roar of every heartbeat pounding in my ears.

  It’s our elusive, mysterious, unbelievably sexy CEO. Zachary Lockwood. I feel my cheeks burning as Rosie glances back at him. I turn my head slowly and see him near the entrance of the office, shaking hands with one of the employees. His suit is navy with little white pinstripes. His chocolate brown hair is slicked back perfectly, with a crisp part down the side. He’s tall and athletic, with a chiseled jaw and unbelievably deep brown eyes. Not that I’ve noticed, or anything.

  I glance away quickly, trying to ignore the thumping of my heart. I’ve been admiring him from a distance ever since he took over and brought our firm back from the brink of bankruptcy. Rosie knows it, and constantly teases me whenever he makes an appearance at the office. Thankfully that doesn’t happen very often.

  “He doesn’t have a hot blonde model with him this time, maybe this is your chance!” Rosie whispers loudly with a grin.

  “Shut up,” I respond. “I’m sure he’s got a gaggle of girls waiting in the wings.”

  Rosie nods and my heart sinks a little. I know it’s probably true. He’s one of the richest and sexiest men in New York, and definitely way, way out of my league. Plus, he’s my boss! Even if I had a chance with him, it would definitely be inappropriate to pursue it.

  Suddenly I wish I wasn’t wearing a ridiculous light-up Christmas tree on my chest. I could be wearing anything else and it would be more flattering. Literally anything. A paper bag would look better than this thing.

  It doesn’t matter, I tell myself. He’s my boss. Even if he is attractive, we work together and fantasising about him is inappropriate. I shake my head and try to ignore the nervous excitement at the pit of my stomach. I take another sip of wine and nod to Rosie and the string of lights. She grins but says nothing, and instead turns to the tree and follows my lead.

  2

  Zach

  I’ve been trying not to stare at her ever since I walked in. Harper Anderson is my employee, after all. I can’t help it that there’s something about her that intrigues me. Maybe it’s the way she doesn’t seem to care who I am? Usually employees, especially women, are nervous and flustered when they see me. She’s all business, all the time. Nothing seems to phase her.

  I glance over at her as she talks to another woman beside the massive fake Christmas tree that dominates the room. She marched into my office six weeks ago and insisted on ordering that huge tree, standing in front of me with a graph she’d prepared that showed Christmas cheer increasing exponentially with every extra foot of tree that we ordered. Her face had been so serious, and she’d presented her carefully prepared graphs and figures as if it was the quarterly review.

  I had no choice, I had to say yes. Harper had me totally off-balance and I hadn’t even been able to laugh at the ridiculousness and thoroughness of her proposal. But as soon as I said yes I’d seen a twinkle in her eye and I knew there was something different about her. It’s not often that people surprise me like that.