Shopping for a CEO's Fiancée
Shopping for a Billionaire #9
By Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 22, 2016
Synopsis
We skipped right
over the whole fiancée thing and went straight from girlfriend to wife.
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.
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Excerpt
“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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Meet the Author
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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