Shopping For A Billionaire by Julia Kent
Title: Shopping for a Billionaire
Series: Shopping for a Billionaire #1
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 2, 2014
Blurb
When mystery shopper Shannon Jacoby meets billionaire Declan McCormick
with her hand down a toilet in the men's room of one of his stores, it's love
at first flush in this hilarious new romantic comedy from New York Times
bestselling author Julia Kent.
with her hand down a toilet in the men's room of one of his stores, it's love
at first flush in this hilarious new romantic comedy from New York Times
bestselling author Julia Kent.
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Excerpt
I realize
we’re still shaking hands, and his eyes are taking me in. “Uh, Shannon. Shannon
Jacoby. Nice to meet you.” I find my voice.
we’re still shaking hands, and his eyes are taking me in. “Uh, Shannon. Shannon
Jacoby. Nice to meet you.” I find my voice.
He looks
around the room and bursts out laughing, a flash of straight white teeth and a
jaw I want to nuzzle making me inhale sharply. That laugh is the sound of
extraordinary want entering my body, taking up residence low in my belly, and
now waiting for a chance to pick china patterns and paint colors to really
consider itself at home.
around the room and bursts out laughing, a flash of straight white teeth and a
jaw I want to nuzzle making me inhale sharply. That laugh is the sound of
extraordinary want entering my body, taking up residence low in my belly, and
now waiting for a chance to pick china patterns and paint colors to really
consider itself at home.
Go away,
want. I’ve banished you.
want. I’ve banished you.
Want
ignores me and settles in, cleaning out the cobwebs that have taken up
residence where I used to allow desire and hope and arousal to live.
ignores me and settles in, cleaning out the cobwebs that have taken up
residence where I used to allow desire and hope and arousal to live.
Squatter.
“Shannon,
this has to be the strangest way I’ve ever met a woman.” One corner of his
mouth curls up in a sexy little smile, like we’re on a beach drinking alcohol
out of coconuts carved by Cupid and not in a ratty old bathroom with a
fluorescent tube light that starts buzzing like a nest of mosquitoes at an
outdoor blood bank.
this has to be the strangest way I’ve ever met a woman.” One corner of his
mouth curls up in a sexy little smile, like we’re on a beach drinking alcohol
out of coconuts carved by Cupid and not in a ratty old bathroom with a
fluorescent tube light that starts buzzing like a nest of mosquitoes at an
outdoor blood bank.
“You don’t
get around much, then,” I say. My toes start to curl as my body fights to contain
the wellspring of attraction that is unfurling inside me. No. Just…no. I
can’t let myself feel this. You spend enough time trying not to feel something
and all that work gets thrown away with one single flush.
get around much, then,” I say. My toes start to curl as my body fights to contain
the wellspring of attraction that is unfurling inside me. No. Just…no. I
can’t let myself feel this. You spend enough time trying not to feel something
and all that work gets thrown away with one single flush.
He does
that polite laugh thing, eyes narrowing. I decide to just stare openly and
catalog him right back. Brown hair, clipped close, in a style that can only
come at the hands of the owner of a very expensive salon. The bluish-gray suit,
textured and smooth at the same time, shimmering and flat as well under the
twitchy light. Skin kissed by the sun but also a bit too light, as if he used
to spend a lot of time outdoors but hasn’t recently.
that polite laugh thing, eyes narrowing. I decide to just stare openly and
catalog him right back. Brown hair, clipped close, in a style that can only
come at the hands of the owner of a very expensive salon. The bluish-gray suit,
textured and smooth at the same time, shimmering and flat as well under the
twitchy light. Skin kissed by the sun but also a bit too light, as if he used
to spend a lot of time outdoors but hasn’t recently.
A body like
a tall tennis player’s, or a golfer’s, and not my dad with his pot-bellied
buddies getting in a round of nine holes at 4 p.m. just so they can have an
excuse to drink their dinner. Declan is tall and sleek, confident and
self-possessed. He moves like a lion, knowing the territory and owning it.
a tall tennis player’s, or a golfer’s, and not my dad with his pot-bellied
buddies getting in a round of nine holes at 4 p.m. just so they can have an
excuse to drink their dinner. Declan is tall and sleek, confident and
self-possessed. He moves like a lion, knowing the territory and owning it.
Always
aware of any movement that interests him.
aware of any movement that interests him.
I’m 5’ 9”
and he’s taller than me by at least half a foot. Tall girls always do a mental
check: could I wear high heels with him? Steve hated when I
wore high heels, because it put me eye-to-eye with him.
and he’s taller than me by at least half a foot. Tall girls always do a mental
check: could I wear high heels with him? Steve hated when I
wore high heels, because it put me eye-to-eye with him.
“What are
you doing in the men’s room?” he asks, smirking at me.
you doing in the men’s room?” he asks, smirking at me.
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.
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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