About the book
He
is addicted to his phone and his new role as CEO. I’m addicted to
getting some on my own honeymoon.
One
of these things is not like the other.
I
am pretty sure a serial killer’s lair is the only place in the
world where I could stash my new husband so he can’t manage the
acquisition of our new company.
And
that seems a little drastic.
But
only a little...
All
I want is one week alone with him. Hours in bed, legs tangled
together in ecstasy, room service and long walks on the beach in
Hawaii.
Not
vying for his kisses around a Bluetooth microphone. The Borg aren’t
sexy in real life.
So
I’m taking matters into my own hands and hitting “reboot” on
our honeymoon.
We’re
going to a place so remote that no one can find us.
Not
even my mother.
Shopping
for a Billionaire’s Honeymoon is now a full-length book of 150+
pages, with both Shannon and Declan’s points of view. Originally
published with only Shannon’s viewpoint, this expanded edition is a
result of reader feedback. People wanted to know what Declan was up
to – so here you go. This book is meant to be read after Shopping
for a Billionaire’s Wife and/or Shopping for a CEO’s Fiancée,
but if you read it out of order (or even as a standalone), that’s
fine. Shannon and Declan forgive you. ;)
Excerpt (Shannon)
Let’s do an
inventory of this fine day. My day-after-I-got-married day. In Vegas.
After fleeing my
Momzilla mother.
Today is supposed
be Day One of my honeymoon after marrying the billionaire of my
dreams.
(Let’s not count
the night before).
Woke up to the
lovely sight of my husband’s tousled dark hair sliding down my
torso so he could feast on me for breakfast.
Had actual
breakfast in bed after room service delivered mixed berries, cream,
bacon, and maple-soaked carrot-cake french toast, and the best damn
coffee on the planet from the coffee chain I now own.
Made love with my
delightful husband in the giant jetted bathtub in our suite. Turns
out I’m as bendy as a Cirque du Soleil performer when I need to be.
Maybe Mom’s insistence that I attend all those yoga classes she
teaches has a silver lining after all.
Dressed and
prepared to hop the corporate jet for Hawaii, kisses interspersed
between readying ourselves for the trip. Undressed twice. Dressed
twice. Declan insisted I not wear panties for the plane trip.
“But I’m
already a member of the Mile High Club,” I’d protested.
“Not as a wife.”
He had a point.
Panties abandoned.
Found his brother,
my best friend, a former colleague and an Anterdec chauffeur all
married to each other.
Notice something a
little different about that last one?
Yeah. Me too.
Day One of my
honeymoon had promise, but now? Now it’s a little too real.
We’re on the
plane, settling into our seats, and I’m doing my best not to think
about my poor best friend and her chaotic mess back at the Anterdec
resort where Declan and I just spent nearly a week trying to figure
out our entire life.
Which we did,
successfully, to my utter surprise. After fleeing our wedding in a
helicopter and lying to my Momzilla mother, we managed to get to Las
Vegas, ensconced in a resort on the Vegas Strip that Declan had
designed himself as an intern in college. By the time my crazy family
caught up to us, we’d steeled ourselves for the inevitable fallout.
And got so much
more than we expected, in more ways than one. We’re married now.
Husband and wife.
That’s really all
that matters.
That, and honeymoon
sex.
Lots and lots and
lots of honeymoon sex. It’s my wifely right to walk funny for the
next few days.
And his husbandly
duty to make it so.
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About the Author
New
York
Times
and
USA
Today
Bestselling
Author
Julia Kent
writes
romantic
comedy with
an edge.
From
billionaires
to BBWs
to new
adult rock
stars,
Julia finds
a sensual,
goofy joy
in every
contemporary
romance she
writes.
Unlike
Shannon
from
Shopping
for
a
Billionaire,
she did
not meet
her husband
after
dropping
her phone
in a
men's room
toilet (and
he isn't
a
billionaire).
She lives
in New
England
with her
husband and
three sons
in a
household
where the
toilet seat
is never,
ever, down.
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