About 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.
Shopping for a Billionaire's Wife is the 8th book in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series. After Declan convinces Shannon to escape from their own wedding minutes before the ceremony begins, the madcap adventures are just getting started. When the mother of the bride pries their location out of the tortured best man, the whole crazy crew follows the bride and groom to Las Vegas in this romantic comedy from Julia Kent.
“I thought fleeing the wedding would solve our problems!”
Hot skin rubs against my shivering form as my blood reacts to the reality, Declan’s long, muscled body enveloping mine. The enormity of the situation sends ice water through me. The abyss of nuptial dysfunction that my mother has created is a cataclysmic Armageddon. It’s all too much.
“I think escaping the wedding did solve one problem, but...” His voice trails off into skepticism.
“I think we’ve underestimated Marie.”
I sit up. “What?” That almost soundscomplimentary, coming from Declan.
He shrugs, one shoulder lifting, face impassive. A flicker of contemplation shines in his eyes. His jaw shifts slightly, muscles working hard as he becomes progressively tenser. “She’s really not going to give up.”
“And I’m never going to let you down, Declan,” I say, struggling to stay deadpan.
His eyes dart to me, and suddenly I’m being tickled, Declan on top of me, pinned between his knees as he hisses, “Your mother can get away with rickrolling you, but you do it to me, and I’ll punish you.”
Between gasps of laughter and the sensitive, almost-pukey feeling I get when tickled, I say, “Punish? Obey is bad enough and I won’t say it in the vows. But punish?”
“You look like a woman who could use a good spanking.”
“What about a bad spanking?” I rasp, one hand sliding up his thigh.
His eyes go dark. “I’m so glad we have another fifty or so years to get to know each other.”
“Your mother is shortening my life. Stress will do that.”
“You feel stress?”
He gives me a look.
“You’d never guess. Your idea of stress seems to be going thirty-six hours without sex.”
“That is, most firmly, my idea of stress, Shannon.”
I seek out something else that’s most firm, Declan’s eyes smoldering, his hands working the buckle of his kilt.
About Julia Kent
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent 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.