The first story is "The Secretary's Secret". Which is a stupid title. For one thing, secretaries have lots of secrets, that's why they're called secretaries. It's like calling a book "The Cowboy's Cow". For another, the book isn't about her secrets; if anything it's about his.
The story: billionaire Sydney property developer Alex Hallam bonks his secretary Kit (immediately before the start of the book, which I thought might be a workaround for some "Cherish" house rule, but isn't), then has second thoughts. Said secretary is not well chuffed with the second thoughts. Later she finds out she's pregnant, and scoots off to her old home town to set about raising a kid.
Hallam comes after her with a view to improving employee retention. He discovers she's pregnant and chucks up over the flowerbed. (That's pathetic, I didn't vomit until my first child was actually being born. Say what? Look, it was a stressful business, OK?)
He can't bear the thought of being a father, she refuses to take his money, but her house inconveniently falls down at this point so he hangs around to fix it up.
Then the secrets begin to gradually come out, but contrary to the title they're not the secretary's, they're Hallam's. It does drag on a little, but not half as much as I thought it was going to when I realised it was going to take a hundred pages for him to find out he was going to settle down and marry her after all.
The writing is pleasant and quite stylish, except for one little thing. I swear to Cyäegha the Destroying Eye, the next time I read the phrase "as sexy as all-get-out" I'm going to throw the book using it through the double glazing and send Mills & Boon the bill.Read more ›
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