Title: Shopping for a Baby’s First Christmas
Series: Shopping for a Billionaire #15
Author: Julia Kent
Release Date: December 6, 2018
Blurb
My mother wants all her kids and grandkids to spend Christmas Eve at her
house and wake up on Christmas morning together.
house and wake up on Christmas morning together.
Sounds reasonable, right?
And it would be.
If it weren’t my mother.
My husband, Declan, is protesting any involvement, though he’s openly
intrigued by the idea of claiming his territory by suggesting we have sex in my
childhood bed.
intrigued by the idea of claiming his territory by suggesting we have sex in my
childhood bed.
And by ‘suggest,’ I mean make a series of really hot offers that make me
whimper when I have to say no.
whimper when I have to say no.
Wait – why am I saying no again?
Mom has turned her house into a Christmas showcase that makes Frankenmuth
look like the picked-over clearance rack at Target on December 26. You know
those crazy people on Etsy who make felted gnomes out of belly button lint and
use … a certain kind of hair… to make thatched roofs on little decorative elf
homes?
look like the picked-over clearance rack at Target on December 26. You know
those crazy people on Etsy who make felted gnomes out of belly button lint and
use … a certain kind of hair… to make thatched roofs on little decorative elf
homes?
Those people are saner than my mother.
There is no force of nature stronger — and more emotionally volatile —
than a fifty-something grandmother determined to create holiday memories.
than a fifty-something grandmother determined to create holiday memories.
Wait a minute. Maybe there is.
My husband.
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Excerpt
“Here,” I
say, shaking the shirt free of cat hair. “Sounds like someone’s getting ready
for carols.” A few piano notes drift up the stairs.
say, shaking the shirt free of cat hair. “Sounds like someone’s getting ready
for carols.” A few piano notes drift up the stairs.
“Carol’s
already here,” Dec replies as he sets Ellie down on hands and knees. She
promptly crawls over to the trash can, which is, thankfully, empty.
already here,” Dec replies as he sets Ellie down on hands and knees. She
promptly crawls over to the trash can, which is, thankfully, empty.
“Not Carol.
Carols. Christmas carols.”
Carols. Christmas carols.”
He freezes,
arms up in the sleeves, about to pull the shirt over his head. Ah, what a pose.
The fire downstairs isn’t the only thing heating up in this house right now.
arms up in the sleeves, about to pull the shirt over his head. Ah, what a pose.
The fire downstairs isn’t the only thing heating up in this house right now.
“We have to
sing?”
sing?”
“Of course!
It’s tradition!”
It’s tradition!”
Ellie
knocks the trash can over and claps for herself, looking at us as if to say, See what I did? Give me my gold medal.
knocks the trash can over and claps for herself, looking at us as if to say, See what I did? Give me my gold medal.
Flesh show
over, Declan finishes pulling on his shirt. I burst into laughter at the vision
of my husband in horizontal green and white stripes, green piping around the
neck and cuffs of his pjs. I’m in red and white, and so is Ellie, with a big
white snowflake on her butt.
over, Declan finishes pulling on his shirt. I burst into laughter at the vision
of my husband in horizontal green and white stripes, green piping around the
neck and cuffs of his pjs. I’m in red and white, and so is Ellie, with a big
white snowflake on her butt.
“What’s so
funny?”
funny?”
“You look
like a piece of hard candy.”
like a piece of hard candy.”
He grabs my
hand and puts it on his crotch. “I could give you something to lick.”
hand and puts it on his crotch. “I could give you something to lick.”
“DEC! Not
in front of the baby!”
in front of the baby!”
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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