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Snowbound.
Sounds so romantic, with visions of cuddling before a roaring fire,
hot chocolate spiked with brandy, and a secret elopement.
Wait.
What?
My
fiancé's father won't stop trying to turn our pending wedding into a
three-ring media circus so he can get free publicity for his family's
Fortune 500 company. My mother has decided she's done with All Things
Wedding and asks her teacup Chihuahua for mother-of-the-bride advice.
They've
all gone certifiably mad.
Then
the stress from the wedding puts my mother in the hospital, I scream
at my future father-in-law in front of a camera crew and the video
goes viral, and the romantic wedding that started with Andrew's grand
Pride and Prejudice proposal looks less like Jane Austen and more
like Dostoyevsky.
So
what do you do when you're a fixer and you can't fix something?
You
give up on it.
Not
on Andrew, silly.
The
wedding.
Shopping
for a CEO's Wife is the 12th book in Julia Kent's New York Times
bestselling Shopping series. As Shannon and Declan enjoy their
newlywed bliss, Andrew's father wants to exploit Amanda and Andrew's
nuptials, much to Amanda's chagrin. Can she learn to stand up to her
future father-in-law and fight for what's right? But the real
question is: will Spritzy the teacup Chihuahua end up being a flower
girl?
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Excerpt
Experiencing
a season together for the first time when you’re in a new
relationship is a rite of passage. For instance, my idea of a fun
winter activity involves reading under a thick, fuzzy blanket,
snuggling up to a roaring fire, and drinking hot chocolate.
Andrew,
on the other hand, likes to race down a snow-covered mountain at
speeds that would qualify him for the Indy 500.
Guess
where we are now?
“I
am not going down that double black diamond trail. No way,” I
declare, staring at an incline of doom on this mountaintop in
Vermont. As I stare down the slope, I wonder what kind of sick
bastard planted thirty-foot giant pine trees in the middle of a ski
trail.
The
sun is shining on this fine Saturday in December. You can’t see my
engagement ring, which is hidden by gloves so thick, I might as well
box instead of ski. Warming packets tucked away in pockets near the
wrists aren’t really helping, because in my terror, all the blood
in my body has gone to my gut, which is currently screaming “Run
away! Run away!” while leaving my hands and feet to turn into
frozen concrete.
Andrew’s
response?
A
grin.
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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