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You
know what's even better than marrying a billionaire? Having his baby.
We're
ready. We've studied and planned, read all the birth and labor books,
researched parenting classes, consulted our schedules, and it's time.
And
by we I mean me.
Declan's
just ready for the "have lots of sex" part. More than
ready.
But
there's just one problem: my husband and his brother have this little
obsession with competition.
And
by little, I mean stupid.
That's
right.
We're
not just about to try to bring a new human being into the world.
We
have to do it better, Faster, Stronger.
Harder.
McCormick
men don't just have babies.
They
engage in competitive billionaire Babythons.
I
thought the hardest part about getting pregnant would be dealing with
my grandchild-crazed mother, who will go nuts shopping for a
billionaire's baby.
Wrong.
Between
conception issues, my mother's desire to talk to the baby through a
hoo-haw cam, a childbirth class led by a drill sergeant and a
father-in-law determined to sign the kid up for prep school before
Declan even pulls out, my pregnancy has turned out to be one ordeal
after the other.
But
it's nothing -- nothing -- compared to the actual birth.
Shopping
for a Billionaire's Baby is the newest book in Julia Kent's New
York Times bestselling romantic comedy series and is a 400+ page
full-length novel.
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Excerpt
First
morning urine is precious cargo. My Kegel muscles kick in and I halt
midstream, panicking, my wet thighs making me slip slightly forward
on the toilet seat, and–
I
drop the test into the toilet.
“DAMN!”
I scream. My vaginal wall muscles are clamped down like the Hoover
Dam holding back an unexpected early thaw, and I involuntarily shake
the urine off my hand, flinging droplets all over the rest of me. I
jump up, turn around, and try to retrieve the ruined test.
Just
then, a whuff of cold air assaults my bare ass. Declan has apparently
opened the bathroom door.
“What’s
wrong? I heard you scream. Are you...” His voice trails off as I
look at him, hand in the toilet, naked ass on display,
single-handedly proving that taking a pregnancy test is, in fact,
rocket science after all.
“We
have got to stop meeting like this,” he says softly, closing the
door before bursting into laughter.
Now
I know why they sell pregnancy tests in packages of two.
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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