Shopping for a Billionaire

We're ready. We've studied and planned, read all the birth and labor books, researched parenting classes, consulted our schedules, and it's time. And by we I mean me. Declan's just ready for the "have lots of sex" part. More than ready. But there's just one problem: my husband and his brother have this little obsession with competition. And by little, I mean stupid. That's right. We're not just about to try to bring a new human being into the world. We have to do it better, Faster, Stronger. Harder. McCormick men don't just have babies. They engage in competitive billionaire Babythons. I thought the hardest part about getting pregnant would be dealing with my grandchild-crazed mother, who will go nuts shopping for a billionaire's baby. Wrong. Between conception issues, my mother's desire to talk to the baby through a hoo-haw cam, a childbirth class led by a drill sergeant and a father-in-law determined to sign the kid up for prep school before Declan even pulls out, my pregnancy has turned out to be one ordeal after the other. But it's nothing -- nothing -- compared to the actual birth. Shopping for a Billionaire's Baby is the newest book in Julia Kent's New York Times bestselling romantic comedy series.

A hilarious romance from a New York Times bestselling author! Amanda and Andrew never had a honeymoon, after all, he's an exceedingly busy billionaire CEO. But when they finally have two weeks to themselves, nothing goes exactly as planned!

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 having sex in my childhood bed. And by intrigued, I mean a series of really hot suggestions 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 - or more emotionally volatile - than a fifty-something grandmother determined to create holiday memories. Wait a minute. Maybe there is. My husband.

A delightful romantic comedy from a New York Times bestselling author: Amanda and her husband, CEO Andrew, are expecting twins, but between pregnancy cravings and hypercompetitive in-laws, they'll be in for a wild nine months...

Declan and Shannon are back in yet another hilarious Christmas family saga in Julia Kent's New York Times bestselling romantic comedy series. It's a competitive Yankee Swap, what could go wrong?

The series continues with a zany post-Vegas-wedding mess where Andrew and Amanda have to figure out who they married (book nine), the chauffeur/bodyguard has his own second-chance romance (book 10), and Shannon and Declan have a honeymoon with a lot of, erm...bite (book 11). How could you go wrong with so much laughter, heart, and plenty of steamy romance?

A fabulous romantic comedy perfect for fans of Sophie Kinsella: In this series-starting collection from a New York Times bestselling author, an embarrassing accident in the men's room leads to a wild romp between mystery shopper Shannon and sexy billionaire Declan!

“Shopping for a Billionaire's Fiancée” All of our best dates end up in the emergency room... I planned the perfect proposal. Plenty of lobster, caviar, champagne and-her favorite-tiramisu. The perfect setting. The perfect woman. The perfect everything. Dad gave me my late mother's engagement ring, platinum and diamonds galore. Shannon wouldn't care if I slid a giant hard-candy ring on her finger instead of a three-carat diamond designed to impress. But my future mother-in-law, Marie, will pass out when she sets eyes on that rock, and that will give us two minutes of blessed silence. That woman talks more than Kim Kardashian flashes her bare backside on the internet. I was going to make it perfect, from the color of the tablecloth to the freshness of the roses. And it was perfect. Until Shannon swallowed the ring. “Shopping for a CEO” 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. “Shopping for a Billionaire's Wife” Who needs a SWAT team to escape from their own wedding? Me. My Momzilla turned us into hostages at our own ceremony, so Declan and I are getting married the good old-fashioned way, just like everybody else. By calling in his private security team, stealing away before the ceremony by helicopter, connecting to his corporate jet and heading for Las Vegas. The Boston wedding of the year is about to become a trashy Elvis drive-thru ceremony. Until the best man spills the beans and Mom, Dad, my sisters, his brothers, my maid of honor, my friend Josh, and even my cat, Chuckles, all come along for the ride. I can’t win, can I? Oh. Yeah. I already did. Love conquers all. Even my crazy family.