Shopping
for an Heir (Book 10 in the Shopping series)
Author:
Julia Kent
Release
date: September 20, 2016
Genre:
Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance
Description:
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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BN/Nook: http://bit.ly/29DaZZv
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Amazon Canada: http://amzn.to/29IQds1
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Google Play: http://bit.ly/29MNgdk
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Goodreads:
http://bit.ly/2atJMcM
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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Teasers:
#1
“I can do this,”
Suzanne Dayton muttered under her breath, standing outside the decrepit arts
center, pacing back and forth, trying desperately to find her old military
voice. More than ten years out of the Navy after a two-year stint, and that
world was like a different lifetime. Three years of law school and seven years
as a practicing attorney—now a full partner at one of Boston’s best firms—and
here she was, trembling with anxiety at the thought of walking into a nude
sculpting class.
The nude part? No
problem.
The class part?
No problem.
The instructor?
Big problem.
And what she
needed to deliver to him?
“Oh, God,” she
groaned. “How did my life come to this?”
Excerpts:
#2
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.”
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