Shopping for a CEO’s Fiancée
Shopping for a Billionaire, #9
Shopping for a Billionaire, #9
by Julia
Kent
Publication date: June 22nd 2016
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance
Publication date: June 22nd 2016
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance
We skipped right over the
whole fiancée thing and went straight from girlfriend to wife.
BLURB
At least, I think that’s what
happened. I woke up after my brother’s Vegas wedding reception with my luscious
girlfriend in bed with me. We’re both wearing wedding rings.
So is her coworker, Josh.
And our Vegas chauffeur, Geordi.
Who the hell am I married to?
Unraveling this mystery will be
as difficult as figuring out why Amanda and I are having panic attacks over the
thought of being husband and wife.
Or, whoever we’re actually
married to.
Oh, ^%$#.
It’s true that what happens in
Vegas stays in Vegas, with one exception:
If she’s my wife, we’ll make it
work.
If she’s not?
I’ll make it happen.
Get the
9th book in Julia Kent’s New York Times bestselling romantic comedy series as
Andrew and Amanda sort out their wild Vegas night…and the rest of their lives.
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“We’re not—you don’t really—we
can’t be—”
“Married?”
She
laughs, but it’s a brittle sound. “Come on. We didn’t actually have a wedding
last night.”
“We
didn’t? You’re sure?” I perk up. Great. She remembers last night. I squeeze my
eyes and try to recall something—anything—that happened after Declan and
Shannon said their goodbyes at the reception last night.
“I’m,
well, I mean…” Twisting in my arms, she looks at me with those big, wide,
trusting eyes, her left hand splayed against my bare chest, digging in where
the robe has separated. “You don’t remember what happened?”
My voice
drops with uncertainty.
Hers goes
up.
“No.”
“Quit
joking.”
“Not
joking.”
“We both
can’t remember any part of last night?”
“When
does your memory end?” I ask.
Mascara
is streaked along the corner of her eye, and any makeup she wore last night
currently resides somewhere on my skin or on the bedsheets. I can only imagine
what I look like.
Amanda,
though, is gorgeous. In my arms and looking at me with a perplexed expression,
biting her lower lip while she flips through the filing cabinets of memory in
her mind, and—
“I don’t
know.”
I sit up.
“You’re the fixer.”
“I know!
But I remember saying goodnight to Shannon, hugging Declan, and then—poof!
Nothing.”
Poof.
“That’s
when my memory ends, too,” I say, my skin beginning to crawl. “I know one
thing: we did not have a foursome.”
“And I
soooooo did not sleep with Josh. He’s gay. The man can’t handle watching a
birth video. A real-life vagina would send him into cardiac arrest.”
“I know
my heart pounds whenever I see yours,” I whisper. She gives me a reluctant
smile, in spite of her hangover.
“That was
baaaaaad,” she groans.
“All
signs point to the sex question being put to rest. Worst case, all we did was
sleep with each other,” I note.
“Worst case? Buddy, sleeping with me is best case. Best case. Always best.”
That was
an unfortunate choice of words on my part. Before I can do damage control, she
speaks.
“What if
we are?” she hisses.
“Are
what?”
Her eyes
dart to mine.
“Married.”
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Author Info
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 julia@jkentauthor.com
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