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Blurb
Gerald
Wright works for billionaires. He never imagined he’d become one.
The
former Navy Seal is a chauffeur by day, artist by night, so when
hotter-than-ever ex-fiancée Suzanne Dayton interrupts his nude model
sculpting class to serve him with inheritance paperwork from a man
he’s never heard of, he assumes it’s a joke.
Turns
out the joke’s on him. There’s just one catch. A big one.
And
it might be Suzanne — in more ways than he ever dreamed.
Shopping
for an Heir is the 10th book in the New York Times bestselling
Shopping for a Billionaire series by Julia Kent.
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Excerpt
A
flash of movement under a streetlight in the distance, at the nearest
light, caught Gerald’s eye.
Suzanne.
Sprinting,
he left Declan befuddled, calling out his name, until the light
changed and he watched as Suzanne marched forward with that confident
walk of hers, shoulders squared as if she were still in morning
formation and wore a uniform, wiping her mouth with a tissue and
muttering to herself. He knew how the curve of her spine felt under
his palms when she stood like that, the supple feel of the paradox
between soft skin and hard bone a delightful feast for his fingers.
“Wait!”
he called out, unsure and unbidden, moving on pure instinct. He
needed to touch her. Would die without making that single, simple
connection. Not just in an intimate sense. The need was more than
that.
Suzanne
got to the curb and stopped. She did not turn around, her body
poised, waiting.
Panting
with the burst of exertion, his brain firing on all cylinders, he
caught up to her and slowed down at the last steps, moving to her,
pulled by a force that drew him in. His front settled against her
back, his tight cotton t-shirt brushing against the thin linen jacket
she wore, the friction erotic and full, sensual.
As
his palms touched her elbows, her arms at her side, he inhaled with
precision, measuring her.
She
did not move.
“Suzanne,”
he murmured, chin close to a stray hair that curled out from her
updo, resting against the fine, creamy line of her neck. With longer
hair, the sharp, jutting bones of her jaw stood out, giving her the
look of a Viking princess. In heels, she was exactly his height,
setting him off-kilter. He wasn’t a short man. In fatigues she was
always four to five inches shorter. In service dress, her shoes gave
her a two-inch lift.
He
liked being equal. Liked it a lot.
“Please,”
she whispered, the word spiraling off into the dark night, as if the
street lights beyond them were pulling her voice to them.
Taking
her reaction as something other than rejection, he left his hands
where they were, closing the inch gap between them. She was cool and
regal, his hot, thick chest pressing into her back.
“Please
what?” he asked, knowing this could go either way, but not caring,
because right now—as each second ticked by—he had more internal
calm than he’d had in ten years.
Even
as desire burned bright inside him.
“Please
don’t.”
He
froze.
“Don’t
what?” Tempted to step back, he held strong. Her please
carried a weight to it, a meaning he needed to discern before acting.
All impulse and no analysis would end this in a flash. Time was his
friend. Patience.
Hesitation.
He
had to go against instinct.
“Don’t
start something you don’t intend to finish.”
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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