Shopping for a CEO is the 7th book in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping series. When CEO Andrew McCormick and mystery shopper Amanda Harrington find themselves in the unlikely position as maid of honor and best man in the Boston society wedding of the year, an undeniable attraction and dual stubborn streaks add fuel to the fire in this romantic comedy from Julia Kent.
Published: September 29th, 2015
I’m thrilled to be the maid of honor in my friend’s wedding, but the best man, Andrew McCormick, is a chauvinistic pig with a God complex.
And I can’t stop kissing him in closets.
(Don’t ask.)
He’s the brother of the groom and the CEO of my biggest mystery shopping account, but suddenly he’s refusing to be in the wedding. He won’t talk about it. Won’t see reason.
He’s such a man.
And he still won’t stop kissing me in random closets.
(Thank goodness.)
I’m a fixer. That’s what I do. I can fix anything if given the chance. But when the game is fixed there’s only so much I can do.
The ball’s in his court now.
Game on.
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Shopping for a CEO is the 7th book in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping series. When CEO Andrew McCormick and mystery shopper Amanda Harrington find themselves in the unlikely position as maid of honor and best man in the Boston society wedding of the year, an undeniable attraction and dual stubborn streaks add fuel to the fire in this romantic comedy from Julia Kent.
EXCERPT
I
think there is a checklist of Things You Do in a Relationship When You Live in
Boston, and going to a Red Sox game at Fenway Park is one of them.
Except
when you’re dating a CEO and a near-billionaire, the experience is a wee bit
different from the masses. I’m standing in a premium suite behind home plate,
after spending an hour drinking beer and munching on little lobster and sushi
bites. Andrew’s company is hosting an event here for some investors in a new office building in the Financial District, and I’m arm
candy.
I’m
enjoying being arm candy. It’s a new role for me.
He
is certainly in his element, dressed in a polo shirt and khaki’s, wearing the
requisite Red Sox cap. I am dressed in a too-tight V-neck Red Sox jersey that
he gave me last night, especially for this event, and I’m learning something
about myself as I make small talk with eight men who each are worth more than
the Gross National Product of half the countries in the world.
I
am pretty hot.
That
sounds so braggy. I know. But coming from someone who has never based her
self-worth on her looks, but rather on her ability to fix problems, this is
new. Being with Andrew makes me feel attractive. Desirable. Worth the male
gaze.
And
this jersey he gave me is eating up gazes, all right. My boobs have never had
so many conversations.
Most
of them with Andrew himself.
He
extracts himself from some scintillating talk about reinforced steel and snakes
an arm around my waist.
“Nice
shirt.”
“Someone
gave it to me.”
“He
has great taste.”
“He
doesn’t know my size.” I tug at the hem to cover my quarter inch of exposed
belly. All that does is expose another half-inch of breast.
“Oh,”
he sighs, so hard I feel his hot breath on my cleavage. “He most certainly
does.”
“Game
starts in ten minutes!” someone shouts.
“Ready
to get to our seats?” he asks my breasts.
I
touch his chin and make his eyes meet mine.
“They
don’t talk, you know.”
“If
they could, though, they’d say really nice things about me,” he says with a
smile. “That Andrew is so attentive.” He pretends to be my breasts, his voice
shifting into a falsetto. “He’s so sweet. We wish Amanda would let him touch us
more.”
I
hit him gently, right above his belt buckle.
“Oof.”
“My
breasts don’t talk like that. They have a genteel southern accent.”
He
starts to put his ear on my cleavage. “This I have to hear.”
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About the author:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent turned to writing contemporary romance after deciding that life is too short not to have fun.
She 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 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.
6 comments:
This sounds very cute and funny
Sounds pretty cool.
This sounds like a book I'd read to relax by :) I love all the covers in the series :)
Thanks for sharing my new release with your readers!
I really enjoyed reading the excerpt! This book sounds like such a fun and interesting read! Also, I totally love the book cover! So cute! Seriously can't wait to read this book!
Looking forward to reading this
Betul E.
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