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Excerpts
Shopping
for a Billionaire’s Fiancee
Shannon
has a key to my place, and as I walk in the door I see candlelight.
Flickering flame is to a man what Ben & Jerry’s is to a woman.
A
sign of a sure thing.
“Shannon?”
I call out, following the disorganized scatter of lit candles in the
living room. Shadows dance on the wall in my hallway, and I round the
corner to my bedroom to find her, spread out on my bed, wearing
garters, stockings, the red corset, and—
She’s
asleep.
That’s
okay. I can work with asleep.
I
can’t work with absent.
You’d
be surprised how fast a man can undress when under the complete
control of testicles so full they look like a case of mumps. I’m
out of my clothes in seventeen sec-onds or so (who’s counting?) and
on the bed, my hands taking in her prone body. I’m allowed to
touch. We have an unwritten rule. It goes something like this:
Touch
Shannon.
It’s
a simple rule.
Her
skin is so soft, my fingers scraping against the rolling contour of
her inner thigh, from knee to heaven. The whorls of ridges on my
fingertips feel like raw sandpaper against her porcelain flesh. My
breathing slows, eyes adjusting to the dim light, taking in her body.
How did I ever get so lucky?
From
Toilet Girl to Mrs. McCormick in eighteen months.
Shopping
for a CEO
It’s
Andrew McCormick.
Oh,
sweet holy hell.
I
haven’t seen him in months. Haven’t kissed him since we were in
the emergency room after my best friend, Shannon, swallowed the
engagement ring his brother, Declan, gave to her as he proposed.
(A
tip: don’t bury a three-carat diamond ring in a piece of tiramisu
at a fancy restaurant as a way of proposing to a woman. Any woman.
Why ruin the dessert like that?)
I’m
the maid of honor for the wedding. Andrew is the best man. We’ve
managed to avoid each other so far, but the wedding is three months
away. I knew this day was coming.
But
I didn’t expect it to be today.
My
heart starts skipping beats as I take him in from afar, shielded by
the angle of my bench. He has no idea I’m watching him. Thick hair,
cut short and with the kind of layered sophistication that only comes
from a stylist who charges three figures. Shaded eyes that I know are
sharp and smoldering, a blend of brown and honey that makes you melt
inside. He’s in a full suit, tie still snug against his neck, the
moonlight reflecting off a white shirt. His grin is contagious,
making my own smile widen as I tilt my head and let myself get lost
in wondering.
Shopping
for a Billionaire’s Wife
As
we walk into the lounge, every single pair of eyes swivels to take us
in.
“Why
are they staring at us?” I ask Declan, clutching his arm.
“Because
you’re wearing a wedding dress and I look like something out of a
BBC documentary?” he answers smoothly.
I
look down at myself. Look over at him. Take in the kilt, the socks
covering his calves, the laces on his special Scottish shoes.
“Oh.”
One
of the patrons, a man who is sitting next to a woman who looks like
an adventurous traveler and not a mannequin on a rich man’s arm,
points to the television, then back to us.
“You
two on the run?”
Declan
frowns and pulls me closer to the television.
Where
someone is interviewing my mother.
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 children.
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