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Monday, August 3, 2020

Take a taste of Hasty – Sizzling new #RomCom from Julia Kent (@jkentauthor)


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About Hasty

I never thought my perp walk would lead to true love.

Then again, I never thought I’d be arrested on RICO charges and hauled away in zip ties on camera for the world to see, minutes after closing the most amazing deal of my career.

And all of it in front of my biggest rival, billionaire wunderkind Ian McRory.

I am broke.

I am disgraced.

I am alone.

I am a sucker.

But the worst part? I have to go back to my hometown and live in my bedroom filled with relics from my childhood.

Lisa Frank never made me so mad before.

Just when I needed a rescue, I got one — in the form of help from my biggest rival.

He can’t bring back my money.

He certainly can’t bring back my reputation or my pride.

But there’s one thing he can bring back to me.

A sense of hope.

Maybe even love.

Ian sees something in me no one else does, and he’s relentless about making me see it, too. As we grow closer, I’m starting to see that while my entire life used to be a lie, the truth is staring me in the present — and it’s a truth I like very, very much, hot eyes and gorgeous smile and all.

But I have to be careful.

I can’t be too —

That’s right.

Hasty.

The final book in the USA Today bestselling Do-Over Series (Fluffy, Perky, Feisty), as Mallory's sister, Hastings "Hasty" Monahan gets her turn at a happily ever after that starts off with an arrest.

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Other Standalone Books in the Series

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Feisty
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Excerpt

Ian keeps chasing me, though. Why? And why does the fact that he won't let up thrill me?

That's the part I hate. The thrill. The zing of arousal that shoots through me every time that jerkface–who isn't a jerk–does this. He's pursuing me and I don't understand it, but I do like it.

More than I want to admit.

The fight inside me feels like layers of muscles in my abs are in a tug-of-war. Ian McCrory represents everything I fought to achieve in my old life. Self-made billionaire. Liked by everyone. Admired by even more.

Respected for his hardcore negotiating skills.

And droolingly handsome.

He was my nemesis. My enemy. The guy who sniped deals, and who I sniped from. We were adversaries, but he flipped the script, didn't he? Coming to my rescue. Aiding me in a time of need.

I don't want to need him.

And I especially don't need to want him.

I stare at the phone. Just as my finger goes to the Power button to turn it off again, three dots appear.

One dinner. Indulge me?

I go into my contacts, and I block him.

He just proved me right.

Taking help from people means you're obligated.

And no matter how sweet the currency he's dangling, I don't like owing him.

I don't like owing anyone.

Burke turned my entire life into one big debt.

But my body isn't available as collateral.

And neither is my heart.



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Audiobook narrated by Erin Mallon – Coming Soon
About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 19 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing in 2020 and beyond.

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 met in a romantic comedy).

She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.

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Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Binge on hilarious #romcom from @JKentAuthor! #romance #boxedset #99cents


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A BUNDLE OF LAUGHTER FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR JULIA KENT

Get books 6 (Shopping for a Billionaire's Fiancee), 7 (Shopping for a CEO) and 8 (Shopping for a Billionaire's Wife) in one BIG bundle of laughter, community, and - of course - romance in Julia Kent's New York Times bestselling series.

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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.



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 children.

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Friday, January 3, 2020

Nothing in my life ever goes as planned - @jkentauthor #NewYearsEve #romanticcomedy #randomseries

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Blurb

The ball and the book both drop on New Year’s Eve!

New Year’s Eve. Times Square. I booked the room over a year ago, with the view of the ball dropping. I’ll propose to Charlotte and drop to my knee at the stroke of midnight.

At least, that’s the plan.

But nothing in my life ever goes as planned. Between a last-minute gig that takes me away from her, a blast-from-the-past boyfriend of Charlotte’s, and the resurrection of Esme the blow-up doll, I have to fight for my right —

To make her my wife.

Charlotte. Not Esme. Because that's just gross, man. What's wrong with you?

Liam is finally ready to pop the question to Charlotte after years together, but a last-minute gig and a heaping dose of fate in the form of Darla makes the road to marriage a little bumpier than expected.

Welcome to the Random series, where people propose to chickens, snakes fall in love with blow-up dolls, cell phones become medical devices, and love conquers all, in tune and with three-part harmony. 
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Excerpt
THEY WENT PERFECTLY STILL.

The second I walked into the practice space, every single person in the room, including Liam, went dead still.

That means they were talking about me.

Why were they talking about me?

“Let's pick it up from the top,” Trevor shouted as Liam came in for a kiss and a hug from me. As our torsos met, his hard-on was thicker than usual. Shifting slightly, he moved it into the groove of my hip.

Wow. He was ready.

“You want a quickie in the bathroom?” I whispered.

A hot thread of electricity shot through him, making him tense.

“What?”

“You're hard as a rock.” My hand went between us to his crotch. “What are you packing in there? A baseball bat?”

And then Liam moved out of the way of my hand.

My turn to go perfectly still.

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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Friday, December 27, 2019

Race you to the bedroom.... #HolidayRomance #EroticRomance #RomCom

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By Tim Smith (Guest Blogger)

‘Tis the season for that inevitable combination of holidays and romance. The two go together like homemade cookies and hot chocolate, and have long been a staple of books and made-for-TV movies. My latest offering to the list of short holiday reads is Under a Christmas Moon. This is the third installment in an unofficial series I began three years ago with Santa Slept Here, followed by Cupid Says Happy New Year. The two lead characters are the same, and the stories follow their developing relationship, but they don’t need to be read in order.

Scott Burke and Lisa Berger were high school sweethearts once upon a time, but that was fifteen years ago. Sparks were rekindled one year ago, when Lisa found herself stranded in Scott’s hometown on Christmas Eve and they realized they never should have parted. Now they’re planning their first Christmas together as a couple, but a little thing called life keeps getting in the way. Both of their careers keep them busy, especially Lisa’s, and Scott begins to feel like the odd man out in the relationship. Can the two lovers keep the flames burning, or will they decide it isn’t worth the trouble?

I’ve long been a fan of the premise of two people who knew each other once upon a time, but it wasn’t the right time for them to pursue a relationship. They find each other after they’ve been apart, and discover they belong together. That’s the theme with these two characters. Scott became smitten with Lisa when they were in high school fifteen years earlier, but he was too shy to do anything about it. She was also the most popular girl in his class, and he doubted she would ever want to date him. Now that they’ve both grown up and been kicked around by life, they discover they have a lot in common.

Excerpt

Lisa turned off one of the lamps then stood beside Scott with her arm around his waist. They looked at the Christmas tree.

“It looks so pretty, all lit up,” she said.

“Yeah, it does. I’m glad you like colored lights on a tree. I can’t stand the ones that are all white.”

“Me, either. A Christmas tree should be bright and colorful. It needs to scream festivity.”

“Does this one scream loud enough for you?”

Lisa examined the tree for a few moments. “It will after you move that Santa closer to the angel near the top.”

Scott groaned and rolled his eyes. “I give up.”

He took their wine glasses to the kitchen to refill them then returned to the living room. Lisa sat on the floor in front of the fireplace. The blue and yellow flames danced along the faux logs and gave off just enough heat to take away the chill. Scott gave Lisa her glass then sat next to her. He had loaded up the stereo with their favorite holiday CDs.

She sipped her wine. “Our first Christmas together.”

“Second,” Scott corrected. “You were here last year.”

“I meant our first official we’re-a-couple-now Christmas.”

He hugged her. “That’s a nice feeling. Any regrets about leaving Memphis and moving back here?”

“None. Now I’m closer to my family and I get to be with you.”

Scott sipped his wine. “No second thoughts about moving in with me instead of getting a place of your own?”

Lisa set their glasses on the hearth. She pulled Scott close then kissed him. “Not a one. When we reconnected last year and we both realized how much in love we were, it was a no-brainer.”

He reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. “It was for me, too.”

Scott embraced Lisa and kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and massaging her lips with his. Her scent kicked his libido into overdrive, and he ran his hands along her back.

She peered into his eyes. “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah, I did. It was nice having you all to myself. Think we can do that more often?” Cupid Says Happy New Year

“Mm-hmm.” She traced her finger along his jaw. “Remember last year, when we finally made love for the first time?”

Arousal stirred at the memory. “Of course. You were incredibly hot that night.” He hesitated. “And you have been every time since.”

“Thank you for adding that last part.”

She kissed him again then peered into his eyes, giving a sultry look. “Race you to the bedroom,” she teased.

“What do I win if I get there first?”

“Anything you want to do with me.”

“If I lose?”

She flashed a playful smile. “The same thing.”

They went to the bedroom upstairs. Scott undressed in the faint light, then watched Lisa do a leisurely striptease. His gaze devoured her as she pulled her sweater over her head, followed by unhooking and shrugging off her black lace bra, giving her firm breasts their freedom. She unfastened her tight jeans, then wriggled them over her hips, turning away when she tossed them aside before seductively peeling her matching panties over her tight, round ass.

Damn, she knows just how to get to me.

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This is a light romantic comedy with a cute ending, reminiscent of what you see on Lifetime or Ion this time of year. Be forewarned that there is some adult content. If you like this one, check out the first two in the series, Santa Slept Here and Cupid Says Happy New Year. Happy reading!



About the Author


Tim Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author of romantic mystery/thrillers and contemporary erotic romance. He is also a freelance writer, photographer, and blogger. When he isn’t writing he can often be found in the Florida Keys, doing research between parasailing and seeking out the perfect Mojito.

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