Shopping
for A Billionaire’s Honeymoon
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Shopping
for A Billionaire’s Honeymoon (Book 11 in the Shopping series)
Author: Julia Kent
Release date: January 31, 2017
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance
Description:
He is
addicted to his phone and his new role as CEO. I’m addicted to getting some on
my own honeymoon.
One of these
things is not like the other.
I am pretty
sure a serial killer’s lair is the only place in the world where I could stash
my new husband so he can’t manage the acquisition of our new company.
And that
seems a little drastic.
But only a
little...
All I want
is one week alone with him. Hours in bed, legs tangled together in ecstasy,
room service and long walks on the beach in Hawaii.
Not vying for
his kisses around a Bluetooth microphone. The Borg aren’t sexy in real life.
So I’m
taking matters into my own hands and hitting “reboot” on our honeymoon.
We’re going
to a place so remote that no one can find us.
Not even my
mother.
Shopping for
a Billionaire’s Honeymoon is now a full-length book of 150+ pages, with both
Shannon and Declan’s points of view. Originally published with only Shannon’s
viewpoint, this expanded edition is a result of reader feedback. People wanted
to know what Declan was up to – so here you go. This book is meant to be read
after Shopping for a Billionaire’s Wife and/or Shopping for a CEO’s Fiancée,
but if you read it out of order (or even as a standalone), that’s fine. Shannon
and Declan forgive you. ;)
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Excerpts: Shannon
Let’s do an inventory of this
fine day. My day-after-I-got-married day. In Vegas.
After fleeing my Momzilla mother.
Today is supposed be Day One of
my honeymoon after marrying the billionaire of my dreams.
(Let’s not count the night
before).
Woke up to the lovely sight of my
husband’s tousled dark hair sliding down my torso so he could feast on me
for breakfast.
Had actual breakfast in
bed after room service delivered mixed berries, cream, bacon, and maple-soaked
carrot-cake french toast, and the best damn coffee on the planet from the
coffee chain I now own.
Made love with my delightful
husband in the giant jetted bathtub in our suite. Turns out I’m as bendy as a
Cirque du Soleil performer when I need to be. Maybe Mom’s insistence that I
attend all those yoga classes she teaches has a silver lining after all.
Dressed and prepared to hop the
corporate jet for Hawaii, kisses interspersed between readying ourselves for
the trip. Undressed twice. Dressed twice. Declan insisted I not wear panties
for the plane trip.
“But I’m already a member of the
Mile High Club,” I’d protested.
“Not as a wife.”
He had a point.
Panties abandoned.
Found his brother, my best
friend, a former colleague and an Anterdec chauffeur all married to each other.
Notice something a little
different about that last one?
Yeah. Me too.
Day One of my honeymoon had
promise, but now? Now it’s a little too real.
We’re on the plane, settling into
our seats, and I’m doing my best not to think about my poor best friend and her
chaotic mess back at the Anterdec resort where Declan and I just spent nearly a
week trying to figure out our entire life.
Which we did, successfully, to my
utter surprise. After fleeing our wedding in a helicopter and lying to my
Momzilla mother, we managed to get to Las Vegas, ensconced in a resort on the
Vegas Strip that Declan had designed himself as an intern in college. By the
time my crazy family caught up to us, we’d steeled ourselves for the inevitable
fallout.
And got so much more than we
expected, in more ways than one. We’re married now. Husband and wife.
That’s really all that matters.
That, and honeymoon sex.
Lots and lots and lots of
honeymoon sex. It’s my wifely right to walk funny for the next few days.
And his husbandly duty to make it
so.
Author Bio:
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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