**The Random Series Boxed Set by Julia Kent**
Good Morning,
Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! It seems I am regularly sharing one
or more of Julia Kent’s works. In this case it is definitely more! So far, I
have enjoyed Ms. Kent’s work in the form of the Do-Over Series! I’m thrilled to
find out about a new series today! Yay! Please allow me to once again feature
on the blog Julia Kent and her series, RANDOM with a boxed set for books 4 – 6 for
a crazy great price for a short time … Plus a Giveaway! 😊
**JULIA KENT**
**BIO**
New York
Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes
romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million
books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 19
appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been
translated into French and German, with more titles releasing in 2020
and beyond.
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 met in a romantic comedy).
She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.
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 met in a romantic comedy).
She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.
To find out more about Ms. Kent, please visit:
**THE RANDOM SERIES**
Date: May 28. 2020
Series: The Random Series 4-6
Genres: Adult, Romance,
Contemporary, Comedy
**BLURB**
It may have all
started with a hitchhiker wearing a guitar - and only a guitar - but now the
band’s on the rise, and every member - Trevor, Joe, Liam, Sam, and Frown - has
a story.
A love story.
From working the
“day job” in creative ways to pay bills to engagements gone awry to second
chance romances and breakups that make Mavis the Chicken return along with the
ever-assured Happily Ever After, this wild and crazy ride leaves you filled
with HOPE, screaming YES, and so full of LOVE.
This boxed set
contains Random Acts of Hope, Random Acts of Yes, and Random Acts of
Love, books 4, 5 and 6 in the New York Times bestselling Random series by
Julia Kent.
Note: Random
Acts of Yes was previously published under the title Randomly Ever After: Sam
and Amy.
**EXCERPTS**
RANDOM ACTS OF HOPE Excerpt:
The last thing I expected to see
when I walked into the kitchen of this Friday night gig was eight vibrators
twitching furiously on the tile floor in various states of orgasm-inducing
glory.
The giant black dildo with huge,
egg-shaped, bulbous balls at the base was winning. A close second, the pink
rabbit with the little clit extenders tried to catch up. Next came a two-inch
silver bullet, flailing off to the right but occasionally making a giant leap
forward. The other four, a ragtag assemblage of peach and brown flesh-colored
rubbery plastic, seemed to cluster around the refrigerator as if stoned,
lolling about aimlessly after getting their hands on a quarter bag and a
limitless supply of nachos.
Ah, yes. The famous vibrator races
at a sex toy party. I’d heard about this from one of the other bachelorette
party strippers, but I’d never actually seen one.
Check that off my list.
I assumed that would be the
biggest surprise tonight as I hovered behind the crowd in my police officer’s
costume, ready to “arrest” the bride and handcuff her to my partner Jack, the
other stripper, who would then undress and pretend to get teabagged by her.
Yeah—I know. It’s pretty
programmed, right? But that’s what the maid of honor always asks for.
And the customer is always
right.
Tonight, though, was full of
unexpected curves (and I don’t just mean the women). Because when I
looked at one of the chicks on all fours, cheering that big old black vibrator
to victory, I realized that wasn’t just any woman.
That was Charlotte.
My ex-girlfriend.
RANDOM ACTS OF YES Excerpt:
Sam
I couldn’t stop touching the ring
in my front pocket.
That’s right—ring. The word
sounded so heavy, so weighted with importance. Ring. Like the words wife and
husband and wedding and marriage.
And I couldn’t stop touching the
box that held my future.
Amy had caught it, the rift
between my presence in that moment just before words didn’t matter. Words,
though, were exactly what I needed today, because tonight I was going to sing a
new song I’d written just for her—and propose.
Propose. That word feels like a
fifty-pound lead ball that sits in your stomach.
And like the lightest, most
beautiful bird gliding over the endless sea.
Both of us naked and a bit sticky,
we pulled apart, the shower a strong need. “You go first,” I said, pointing.
“You take longer.”
“Want to take one together?” she
offered, eyes gleaming and cheeks pulled up with dimples.
I groaned, body half ready and
part of me hardening at the thought. God, I was tempted. So tempted. But—
“No,” I groaned, clearly torn. She
laughed.
“You’re getting old,” she teased.
I pulled back the covered and
showed her exactly how not-old I was.
“Shame to waste that,” she said,
shaking her head and licking her lips with exaggerated lusciousness, making me
rock hard again, one-eye staring up at me from my groin with agonizing
attention. Did I really have enough blood in my body to produce that?
Bzzzz.
Our heads swiveled in unison to my
phone, which bleated strange humming noises on the nightstand.
Her laughter tinkled like chimes
as she walked, bare naked, out the room to the bathroom. I grabbed the phone
and—Trevor.
The text said:
You ready?
I looked down at my attached flesh
joystick and snorted.
For what? I texted back.
WTF, dude? he answered.
Oh, yeah. The song. The proposal.
The—all of it.
RANDOM ACTS OF LOVE Excerpt:
Bzzzz.
Joe’s hand froze, resting
perfectly between my thighs, my clit a beacon beeping and beeping for him to
come, come, come in to home port.
“Don’t answer it,” I whispered,
the lead ball in my stomach growing suddenly, as if lead could be inflated. I
knew exactly who—not what—the helium was.
“Dude, ignore it,” Trevor chimed
in behind me, with his hand in a slick, hot place so full of want I couldn’t
stand it.
Ignoring us, Joe stuck his arm out
and fumbled blindly for his phone, ever-present on the nightstand.
“Let me guess,” I said, my voice
dripping with sarcasm and everything that was dripping elsewhere dried up.
“Mommy Dearest.” I knew I should keep my mouth shut. Trevor’s sigh was one of
commiseration with just a hint of exasperation. Walking the line between the
two was incredibly hard (as was Trev). Joe moved away, gently nudging me off
him, the slide from heat to cold separation making my gut tighten, my throat
thick with something dangerously close to shame.
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