Title: Shopping for an Heir
Series: Shopping for a Billionaire #10
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 20, 2016
Blurb
Gerald Wright works for billionaires. He never imagined he’d become one.
The former Navy Seal is a chauffeur by day, artist by night, so when
hotter-than-ever ex-fiancée Suzanne Dayton interrupts his nude model sculpting
class to serve him with inheritance paperwork from a man he’s never heard of,
he assumes it’s a joke.
hotter-than-ever ex-fiancée Suzanne Dayton interrupts his nude model sculpting
class to serve him with inheritance paperwork from a man he’s never heard of,
he assumes it’s a joke.
Turns out the joke’s on him. There’s just one catch. A big one.
And it might be Suzanne — in more ways than he ever dreamed.
Shopping for an Heir is the
10th book in the New York Times bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series
by Julia Kent.
10th book in the New York Times bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series
by Julia Kent.
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Excerpt
He smelled
like home. Like love. Like promise and comfort, like passion and disbelief.
like home. Like love. Like promise and comfort, like passion and disbelief.
“What’s
wrong?” he snapped, his face alternating between joy and anger. “Why are you
here?”
wrong?” he snapped, his face alternating between joy and anger. “Why are you
here?”
Coming to
her senses, she extracted the thick envelope from her brief bag, looking him
square in the eye. “Legal matter. I’ve been instructed to deliver this to you.”
She used remarkable restraint in not peering around Gerald to get more of an
eyeful of Declan McCormick’s stately form.
her senses, she extracted the thick envelope from her brief bag, looking him
square in the eye. “Legal matter. I’ve been instructed to deliver this to you.”
She used remarkable restraint in not peering around Gerald to get more of an
eyeful of Declan McCormick’s stately form.
Then again,
Gerald was an impenetrable wall of muscle himself, not easily subverted. She’d
need taller heels to peer around him. He did not move his palm from her arm,
and his touch infused her, a deeply satisfying sense of connection slowly
creeping along her skin, her breath quickening, his touch ringing bells inside
her that had been dormant for a decade.
Gerald was an impenetrable wall of muscle himself, not easily subverted. She’d
need taller heels to peer around him. He did not move his palm from her arm,
and his touch infused her, a deeply satisfying sense of connection slowly
creeping along her skin, her breath quickening, his touch ringing bells inside
her that had been dormant for a decade.
“What is
it?”
it?”
“Read it.
You’ll understand.” She turned on her heel and started to leave, shaking inside
so hard she might trigger the New Madrid fault.
You’ll understand.” She turned on her heel and started to leave, shaking inside
so hard she might trigger the New Madrid fault.
He glared
at her. “What? That’s it? Ten years and that’s it?” He pulled back, breaking
contact.
at her. “What? That’s it? Ten years and that’s it?” He pulled back, breaking
contact.
All her
anxiety faded, like an antidote injected straight into the heart, his words
kicking in, providing such clarity.
anxiety faded, like an antidote injected straight into the heart, his words
kicking in, providing such clarity.
“Ten years
you chose, Gerald,” she hissed, mouth curling, throat seizing. “You do not get
to put this on me.” Grief flared in her, a burst like a fireball, and then it
turned to the ash of anger, a light coat settling over every spare surface of
her heart.
you chose, Gerald,” she hissed, mouth curling, throat seizing. “You do not get
to put this on me.” Grief flared in her, a burst like a fireball, and then it
turned to the ash of anger, a light coat settling over every spare surface of
her heart.
His
eyebrows shot up, eyes gliding away, his nose twitching and mouth tightening as
if holding back.
eyebrows shot up, eyes gliding away, his nose twitching and mouth tightening as
if holding back.
Squaring
her shoulders, Suzanne decided to make this easy for him. God only knew why.
“My law firm is handling the estate of deceased billionaire Harold Hopewell.
You’ve been named in his will.” She tapped the thick envelope in his hand.
“These papers explain everything.”
her shoulders, Suzanne decided to make this easy for him. God only knew why.
“My law firm is handling the estate of deceased billionaire Harold Hopewell.
You’ve been named in his will.” She tapped the thick envelope in his hand.
“These papers explain everything.”
“Explain
what?”
what?”
“You’re his
heir. One of them, at least.”
heir. One of them, at least.”
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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