Shopping for a CEO
by Julia Kent (Shopping for a Billionaire, #7) Publication date: September 29th 2015 Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance
I’m thrilled to be the maid of honor in my friend’s wedding, but the best man, Andrew McCormick, is a chauvinistic pig with a God complex.
And I can’t stop kissing him in closets. (Don’t ask.) He’s the brother of the groom and the CEO of my biggest mystery shopping account, but suddenly he’s refusing to be in the wedding. He won’t talk about it. Won’t see reason. He’s such a man. And he still won’t stop kissing me in random closets. (Thank goodness.) I’m a fixer. That’s what I do. I can fix anything if given the chance. But when the game is fixed there’s only so much I can do. The ball’s in his court now. Game on. * * * Shopping for a CEO is the 7th book in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping series. When CEO Andrew McCormick and mystery shopper Amanda Harrington find themselves in the unlikely position as maid of honor and best man in the Boston society wedding of the year, an undeniable attraction and dual stubborn streaks add fuel to the fire in this romantic comedy from Julia Kent.
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Excerpts:
#1 It’s Andrew McCormick. Oh, sweet holy hell. I haven’t seen him in months. Haven’t kissed him since we were in the emergency room after my best friend, Shannon, swallowed the engagement ring his brother, Declan, gave to her as he proposed. (A tip: don’t bury a three-carat diamond ring in a piece of tiramisu at a fancy restaurant as a way of proposing to a woman. Any woman. Why ruin the dessert like that?) I’m the maid of honor for the wedding. Andrew is the best man. We’ve managed to avoid each other so far, but the wedding is three months away. I knew this day was coming. But I didn’t expect it to be today. My heart starts skipping beats as I take him in from afar, shielded by the angle of my bench. He has no idea I’m watching him. Thick hair, cut short and with the kind of layered sophistication that only comes from a stylist who charges three figures. Shaded eyes that I know are sharp and smoldering, a blend of brown and honey that makes you melt inside. He’s in a full suit, tie still snug against his neck, the moonlight reflecting off a white shirt. His grin is contagious, making my own smile widen as I tilt my head and let myself get lost in wondering.
#2
Andrew ends the call and gives me his full attention. It’s like drinking from a trickle at a water fountain and suddenly having a fire hose aimed at your face. A sensual, sultry, hot-as-Hades fire hose. “I assume you’ve kept your mouth shut?” he starts. Nothing like cutting to the chase. I see what this meeting is about. We’re here to talk business. The business of keeping his secret about becoming the new CEO of Anterdec Industries. Nothing more. I can play this game. “Except when you’re kissing me.” Or I can play my own game. My rules. My board. My pieces. My tongue. The way he tilts his head just so as his mouth tightens, then spreads into a smile is like watching a rainbow form in the sky. “I appreciate that.” His voice goes low and suggestive. Flirty, even. I’m not imagining this. “Open-mouthed kisses? I noticed.” I match his tone. He blinks repeatedly, the smile impossible to suppress. Dimples. Dear God, he has the McCormick dimples. Of course he does. His family’s DNA has more dimples in it than Tom Brady’s. “I was talking about silence,” he says, standing quite suddenly. The movement may be abrupt, but his animal grace is studied. He knows how his body affects mine. Andrew McCormick is a master at knowing how to read other people. He has a problem, though. So am I.
#3
“I thought you liked Andrew,” Shannon says, concern creasing her brow. She glows now, like someone ground LED lights and injected them into her bloodstream. Bridal Botox. She is luminescent with love. I, on the other hand, am bitter with betrayal. Yet how can I be betrayed by a man who has zero attachment or obligation to me? I inhale slowly, buying time, as I look her over. She’s full-figured, like me. Her wardrobe has changed along with her income. Everything she wears fits better. The shift is small but noticeable. It’s subtle and yet distinct. Somewhere, in the blink of an eye, Shannon has become more herself, a person who is still the old Shannon and yet...more. More present. More aware. Just...more. Her hands move with the fluid elegance of someone who gestures for emphasis and not out of nervousness. Her eyes gleam with the calculated awareness of someone taking in and observing rather than nervously cataloguing and adjusting. Her smile is more genuine, less anxious. She is a rough diamond, chiseled out of a mine, then cut to near perfection. Love is the jeweler. My bitterness fades, replaced by a feeling I can only describe as envy, but that’s not right. I don’t want to take away what Shannon has with Declan. And I don’t even want what she has, because wanting what another person has means settling for less than what is best for you. My own needs differ from Shannon’s. My life isn’t hers, so why would I want to co-opt the billionaire fiancé and the fabulous marketing job at a Fortune 500 company? Wait a minute. Let me pause there. More money. Better clothes. Financial security. Luxury beyond your wildest dreams. A hot man in her bed-- Forget what I just said. I want what Shannon has. Bad. 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
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