Happy Release
Day! Shopping for a CEO (Shopping for a Billionaire series Book 7) by Julia
Kent now available
Blurb
I’m thrilled to be the maid of honor in my friend’s
wedding, but the best man, Andrew McCormick, is a chauvinistic pig with a God
complex.
And I can’t stop kissing him in closets.
(Don’t ask.)
He’s the brother of the groom and the CEO of my biggest
mystery shopping account, but suddenly he’s refusing to be in the wedding. He
won’t talk about it. Won’t see reason.
He’s such a man.
And he still won’t stop kissing me in random closets.
(Thank goodness.)
I’m a fixer. That’s what I do. I can fix anything if given
the chance. But when the game is fixed there’s only so much I can do.
The ball’s in his court now.
Game on.
* * *
Shopping for a CEO is the 7th book in the New York Times
and USA Today bestselling Shopping series. When CEO Andrew McCormick and
mystery shopper Amanda Warrick find themselves in the unlikely position as maid
of honor and best man in the Boston society wedding of the year, an undeniable
attraction and dual stubborn streaks add fuel to the fire in this romantic
comedy from Julia Kent.
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Excerpt
“Why
did you kiss me the first time? That day when I barged into your office?”
He
nods, eyes looking at everything and nothing, finally settling on my face.
“Because you were so passionate about protecting Shannon. Because you were
adorable and irate and you had this energy I wanted to taste.”
I’m
holding my breath. I thought we would spend this first date doing the awkward
getting-to-know you dance. Andrew’s gone right to the point. Laser focus.
Just
like a CEO.
“Taste?”
“Yes.
I know what I want. I don’t equivocate. I decide and act. I compartmentalize. I
issue orders and execute strategy. You came in that day and started ordering me
around and it was cute and exciting and inspiring. Oddly sensual. And when you
kissed me -- ”
“_You_
kissed _me_!”
“And
when _we_ kissed,” he says, eyebrows raised, as if settling this point once and
for all, “I got something far more forbidden than I realized I was getting when
I went for that simple taste of you.”
Forbidden?
“What’s
that?”
He
studies me, as if sizing me up, trying to determine whether he should tell me
what’s next. Or not. Finally, his face changes through a series of three or
four emotions, most of them involving some variation of deliberation.
And
then:
“You
didn’t fit in a box.”
“I
fit in a closet.”
He
doesn’t laugh.
“You
intrigued me.”
“Not
enough to call me after that kiss, though.”
He
shakes his head. My heart plummets.
“No,
Amanda. The opposite. You intrigued me too much.”
I
get the sense that the word ‘intrigued’ means something else.
“You
mean I scared you.”
His
eyes flash with emotion I can’t read.
“Yes.”
Men
like Andrew McCormick don’t do this. They don’t lay their emotions out on the
table like this. Why is he doing this?
“Then
why did you kiss me again? And again. And again again -- ”
“I
don’t know.”
“C’mon.”
The driver takes us onto the Mass Pike, lights flying by like spaceships. Like
little orbs shooting past us, filled with people oblivious to the quantum shift
taking place inside this tiny space. “You always know. You’re a CEO. You
compartmentalize. You execute. You decide. You act. You can’t tell me that the
great wunderkind Andrew Mc --”
He’s
on me before I can take an inbreath to continue speaking, his body so big and
bold, so impulsive and unrelenting. The limo becomes its own dimension, his
hands seeking to hold all of me as we tumble into some new plane of awareness
that doesn’t factor into any life we’ve known until this moment. His mouth
finds mine, hands under my suit jacket, palm cupping the lines of my breasts,
my waist, my hips, and he’s tasting me again, this time with an urgent need
that comes from an honesty I don’t think he’s felt permission to express in a
very long time.
If
ever.
Author bio and
web/social media links
New York Times and
USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent
writes romantic comedy with an edge, and new adult books that push contemporary
boundaries. From billionaires to BBWs to rock stars, Julia finds a sensual,
goofy joy in every book she writes, but unlike Trevor from Random Acts of Crazy, she has never kissed a chicken.
She loves to hear from her readers by email at
jkentauthor@gmail.com, on Twitter @jkentauthor, and on Facebook at
https://www.facebook.com/jkentauthor . Visit her website at JKentAuthor.com.
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