Out Now! - Shopping for A Billionaire’s Honeymoon (Book 11 in the Shopping
series) by 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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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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Excerpts :
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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.
