Out Now—Shopping for a Baby’s First Christmas
(Book 15 in the Shopping
series)
by Julia Kent (@jkentauthor)
Release date: December 06, 2018
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance
Description:
My mother wants all her kids and
grandkids to spend Christmas Eve at her 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.
And by ‘suggest,’ I mean make a
series of really hot offers that make me 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?
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.
Wait a minute. Maybe there is.
My husband.
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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
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Excerpt:
“Declan!
Shannon!” Mom calls out. “Come see Ellie's present from Santa!”
Given
that we know exactly what she got, this is just for show, but we humor her,
coming into the living room and–
“WHAT
IS THAT?” I shout.
Ellie
is playing with a puppy. A live
puppy.
“Ellie
wuvs her widdle Wuffy!” Mom says in a syrupy baby voice. She holds the puppy in
front of Ellie, who is sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by all of
us (minus Dad). Jeffrey is opening his gaming system, Tyler is reading the box
of his robot toy. The stockings are still on the mantel, untouched but not for long.
I
take all of that in via peripheral vision, because I'm entirely focused on my
mother and my baby, who is burying her fingers in the white puff of dog fur Mom
holds before her, the puppy's pink tongue turning Ellie's cheek into a salt
lick.
“Wuffy?”
Jeffrey asks, not taking his eyes off his Santa score.
“That's
just a placeholder name. Ellie can pick the name later!” Mom chirps.
“Santa
did not bring Ellie a puppy!” I
shout, Dec at my side in an instant, giving Mom the highest cocked eyebrow
ever. Pretty sure it touches the moon.
“He
didn't?” she says with a high, nervous laugh, testing me out.
“No,
Mom. He did not.” Dec is there as
backup, if I need him, but for now, he lets me tackle this one.
Mom
backpedals so hard, it's like she's doing the Tour de France backwards.
“What?
No! Of course not! Santa brought me
the puppy.” Mom's shifty eyes look over at Dad, whose eyebrow looks like
Declan's twin.
This
smells like a cover story.
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