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.
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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Excerpt
She is sitting on
the edge of the tub, crying softly, fingers buried in her hair, the room
completely overtaken by steam.
“Hey.”
She sniffs but says
nothing.
“It’s not that
bad,” I say, bending in front of her.
“Are you insane?
It’s not that bad? If this isn’t that bad, how the hell do you define bad?”
I let that sink in.
“Bad,” I finally
reply, “is when your brother has to choose between you and your mother.”
She gasps.
“Bad is when your
mother thinks the father of her child has killed her in a drunk-driving
accident.”
She sobs.
“This? This is a
situation, Amanda. This can be managed.”
“You have a very
stark way of putting things in perspective.”
“That’s my job.”
“I might be married
to one of three men! One of whom faints at the sight of vaginas!”
“I’d like to be
very clear that I am not that man,” I say, clearing my throat.
“A fainting goat
would have a better chance of remaining conscious than Josh looking at some
pink.”
“Or orange.”
She gives me a weak
smile. “Ha ha. We have no memory. How do we manage this?”
“One shower at a
time.”
Unexpectedly, she
reaches down to her left forearm with her right hand and riiiiiiip!
“What are you
doing?”
In one smooth move,
she grimaces and tears the worn bandage off her left forearm, revealing a
network of animal claw scratches. Amanda does the same with her right forearm,
leaving me stunned.
“I’m ripping off
the Band-aid,” she says, her voice filled with pain.
“You still need to
see a doctor.”
“No. I need a
shower, a gallon of ibuprofen, more coffee, and you.”
“Me?”
“You.”
We stand and I pull
her into my arms, her naked body soft and sticky against my skin and open robe.
“If I have to be
married to anyone, I hope it’s you,” I whisper, before kissing her softly. My blood
pounds against my skin, my breathing slow, as the scent of her fills me. Her
shoulder is so soft against my chin. She relaxes against me, so delicate, yet
strong. Less than a week ago, I watched her nearly drown, a part of me dying as
seconds ticked by underwater and I couldn’t free her fast enough. Sheer
determination got her to the surface in time.
Overriding instinct
takes a terrible toll on the body.
And it’s even worse
on the heart.
“Considering the
options, I’m not sure whether to be flattered or to hit you.”
“Trust me. It’s a
compliment. Besides, I’m not sure I can handle any more pain right now.”
Steam surrounds us,
making my lungs fill slowly. The warmth helps, but being alone, upright, with
her in my arms is the best medicine right now. So much remains unspoken between
us. The vocabulary just isn’t there. I wonder if that’s the whole point of
committing to one person: you have the rest of your lives to figure out how to
say what you feel. You build a language for two. Fluency isn’t optional.
While the rest of
the world ticks on, and my workload piles up, I can ignore my mistakes and the
puzzling circumstances of our possible marriage if I just kiss her again.
So I do.
And in that kiss,
the first dangerous thought of the day slams through me.
Would it be so bad
if I am her husband after all?
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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