**Random Acts of Baby by Julia Kent**
Good Morning,
Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! Today we are welcoming back the
talented Julia Kent and her Random Series. I have featured Ms. Kent several
times on the blog and really enjoy finding out about her books. She has a great
sense of humor that comes through in the best way in her books. Today we get to
learn more about a new release. Yay! Please allow me to re-introduce to the
blog Julia Kent and her latest release, RANDOM ACTS OF BABY … 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.
To
find out more about Ms. Kent, please visit:
**RANDOM ACTS OF BABY**
Publication
date:
August 14th, 2020
Series:
Random #11
Genres:
Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Comedy
**BLURB**
You know those television stories about the woman who goes to
the emergency room thinking she has a bad case of indigestion or kidney stones
or a burst appendix and she comes home with a bouncing baby boy?
Stupid
woman, right? Who the hell doesn’t know she’s pregnant for nine and a half
months? I used to think those mamas were one block short of a level trailer.
Used
to.
Random Acts of Baby is the 11th book in Julia
Kent’s New York Times bestselling series as Darla, Trevor, and Joe go on a
long, crazy journey involving a baby, living two lives, and learning who you
can count on most when you need a helping hand.
**EXCERPT**
Her hand clamped on my knee, moving up the inseam of my jeans so fast my cock turned into a paratrooper, leaping toward that palm.
“Take the next rest area,” she said, just as we crossed the state line
for Ohio.
“What?”
“Old time's sake.”
Deciphering her words took more effort than it should have. “You need a
bathroom? We're less than half an hour away.”
“I need to ride your one-eyed trouser snake.”
“Huh?”
“I. Want. Sex,” she said slowly, drawing out the words with an aligned
tone, as if saying them this way were diplomatic.
“Now? Here? While I'm driving? I'm flexible and up for anything, but not
while I'm careening down the Ohio Turnpike at 72 miles per hour. Even I have
sexual limits.”
“No. At the nearest rest area.”
“Are you serious?'
“Do I ever joke about sex?”
“No.”
“Then shut up and put on your turn signal.”
“Trev?” Darla reached for me, her arm around the baby brushing mine, and before I could stop her, the baby's head was in my palm, his little wrapped-up butt in my other hand, and I was holding him like he was two pieces connected by thick rope, each heavy enough to make my mind spin.
“Pull him in
closer,” Joe whispered, as if he were a baby expert.
He was right,
though. Once I did that, I had more balance. More mastery.
And I needed all
the confidence I could get right now to make up for my lack of experience.
The baby was warm.
Soft. Heavier than I expected and yet so fragile. His entire life was in my
hands, and all eyes were on me.
Especially
Darla's.
“He's beautiful,”
I murmured, mesmerized as he squirmed in my arms, letting out a little sigh as
his cheek settled in against my stomach. I curled my abs in and he took in a
breath, then exhaling, little hand dropping, body relaxing.
He didn't even
weigh seven pounds and he felt like I held all the gold in the world in my
hands.
“I'm not doing this,” Joe said in a voice that was firm. “I refuse. We're too popular to be some kind of draw to an open mic night in hoopieville.”
“Peters,” she
corrected him.
“I know where we
are!”
“Then quit getting
it wrong.”
“'Hoopieville' is
meant as an insult.”
“I know it is. And
that's why I keep correcting you.”
“Why?”
“Because it's
better than shoving my hand down the front of your pants and ripping your balls
off every time you insult where I come from.”
“If that is how
you ask me to stay on stage and sing, you're a miserable failure at it.”
“One song,” I
declared. “I Wasted My Only Answered Prayer. And then we're gone.”
“Hell, no,” Joe
continued. “I'm not doing it.”
“Do it,” I
ordered. “Do it because this is becoming our town, too.”
Buy Links
The first 5 books in the series are FREE for a limited time (Aug 18-22)!
The Random series is available in Kindle Unlimited.
Books 1-3 have Whispersync'd audio
**GIVEAWAY**
Blitz-wide Giveaway (INT)
$25 Amazon Gift Card
Thanks so much for joining us today!
HAPPY READING!!!
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