RANDOM ACTS OF BABY
Author: Julia Kent
Release date: August 14, 2020
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Book 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.
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Random Acts of Baby releases 8.14.20. It will ONLY be available wide (Apple Books, Kobo, Google Play & Nook) until August 15, and then it will exclusively be available in Amazon/Kindle Unlimited.
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Author 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.
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.
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Keywords and Themes:
Romantic comedy
Surprise pregnancy
Road trip
Small town friends and family
Excerpts and Teasers:
#1:
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.”
#2
“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.
#3
“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.”
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