The Callaghan Sisters Series by Kristen Bailey

It’s normal to wish that your baby came with a snooze button, right?When I got pregnant, Will and I didn’t have a clue what we were signing up for. It turns out that there’s loads we weren’t warned about:1) In the middle of the night you’ll be begging Siri for advice on getting your baby to sleep. (In case you’re wondering, whale music doesn’t work.)2) If you make the mistake of going to a nightclub you’ll nod off, drool, and be woken up by an angry bouncer... moreIt’s normal to wish that your baby came with a snooze button, right?When I got pregnant, Will and I didn’t have a clue what we were signing up for. It turns out that there’s loads we weren’t warned about:1) In the middle of the night you’ll be begging Siri for advice on getting your baby to sleep. (In case you’re wondering, whale music doesn’t work.)2) If you make the mistake of going to a nightclub you’ll nod off, drool, and be woken up by an angry bouncer.3) You’ll spend more time spooning your child’s cuddly donkey than your own boyfriend.4) Communication with your other half will be via post-it notes on the fridge, mainly telling him to buy more milk.5) Sex is something that happened in another dimension.But even if I feel like I’m waiting for my motherhood powers to come in the post, at least I’ve got Will. Our old life – festivals, sambuca shots, an actual sex life – might be a distant memory, but we can get through anything together, can’t we?At least that’s what I thought until, one day, Will walked out on us… If I’m on my own (apart from Siri, obviously) can I do this whole parenting thing? Or I am destined to lose my sanity one sleepless night at a time? less

Are you suffering from a broken heart? Searching for the right medicine? Staring down the barrel of being single and not knowing where to start? Learn from Grace Callaghan! She’s done it all:Wine is the answer. Some serving-size suggestions include: a glass the size of your head, a bathtub, an Olympic-sized swimming pool. Best served chilled, and with a straw.Friends with benefits is always an option... moreAre you suffering from a broken heart? Searching for the right medicine? Staring down the barrel of being single and not knowing where to start? Learn from Grace Callaghan! She’s done it all:Wine is the answer. Some serving-size suggestions include: a glass the size of your head, a bathtub, an Olympic-sized swimming pool. Best served chilled, and with a straw.Friends with benefits is always an option. Be prepared for side effects such as the guy saying ‘baby’, crying out his ex’s name and preferring to keep his socks on.Going ‘out out’ helps banish the blues. It may involve breaking into replica ships from the fifteenth century, screaming ‘Aye-aye, Captain!’ and accidentally falling off the plank.Karaoke makes everything better. Best enjoyed singing Enrique Iglesias, followed by an extra-large serving of fries.Three years ago, when Grace’s heart was blown to smithereens, she made a promise to protect herself. But has she gone too far? Has she played it too safe? Should she take a leap into the unknown, messy business of the heart? Because maybe, just maybe, she could learn to love again…This hilarious and totally gripping tale is for anyone who’s questioned their qualifications at life, and learned that a little bit of wine goes a long way! Fans of Shari Low, Sophie Kinsella and Why Mummy Drinks, be warned: prepare for odd looks when reading this in public due to the ugly laughing it induces. less

You think you’ve got it bad? I lost my memory, I’m so single I’ve basically got an allergy to men, and my own cat despises me.‘Lucy! If you can hear me, squeeze my hand!’That’s the first thing I hear when I wake up in hospital. Then my sister drops a bombshell: I’ve been in a coma.It gets worse. In my head, it’s 2009 and I’m seventeen. Somehow, I need to remember the last decade…Plan A: Track down my exes... moreYou think you’ve got it bad? I lost my memory, I’m so single I’ve basically got an allergy to men, and my own cat despises me.‘Lucy! If you can hear me, squeeze my hand!’That’s the first thing I hear when I wake up in hospital. Then my sister drops a bombshell: I’ve been in a coma.It gets worse. In my head, it’s 2009 and I’m seventeen. Somehow, I need to remember the last decade…Plan A: Track down my exes. Highlights include a one-night stand with someone in a Batman costume, and balcony sex that gave the neighbours a nervous breakdown.Plan B: Get flirty. Lowlights include a fling with someone hairier than a yeti.Plan C: Figure out why I have more exes than underwear. Am I allergic to men?As I piece together my past, I find a mysterious note: Oscar, 9th February. Determined to work out what it means, I uncover a secret I’ve been hiding from everyone.When the truth comes out, will my memory return? Will I get my life back? And will I ever find the cure to my singledom?You’ll laugh so much your abs ache! The perfect page-turner for fans of Sophie Kinsella, Lindsey Kelk and TV shows like Schitt’s Creek. less