Shopping for a Billionaire

When mystery shopper Shannon Jacoby meets billionaire Declan McCormick with her hand down a toilet in the men's room of one of his stores, it's love at first flush in this hilarious new romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent.

Mystery shopper Shannon and (near) billionaire Declan explore a relationship (and each other) as they deal with a jealous ex-boyfriend, a sham same-sex marriage, and a case of mistaken identity that threatens Shannon's career (and sanity) as the "Shopping for a Billionaire" series continues.

I don't turn every date into a medical emergency, but when I do, I nearly castrate my man... Shannon and Declan's first real date ends with an ambulance trip and yet another test of their madcap relationship. Ex-boyfriend Steve insists on dinner with Shannon while Declan is overseas on business, but a surprise return leads to plenty of romance as Declan whisks her away for a ride over Boston (in more ways than one...). Just as life and love look good, a misunderstanding takes on a sinister tone as a conspiracy brews to keep them apart. Julia Kent's hilarious Shopping series continues.

A confusing fight, a garbage-covered car, and a mom who shares her past as a stripper all drive Shannon to the edge of madness. When her big shot at mystery shopping luxury properties leads to another crazy toilet incident, it's Declan to the rescue...but can they take the "plunge"? The Shopping series from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent reaches its conclusion with heart, heat, and hilarity.

When Shannon is called to the mall to work as a sexy elf, her billionaire boyfriend, Declan, gets roped into playing Santa. The mall mommies start tweeting pictures, and soon everyone is crashing the mall to have a seat on Santa's lap.

All of our best dates end up in the emergency room.... I planned the perfect proposal. Plenty of lobster, caviar, champagne and-her favorite-tiramisu. The perfect setting. The perfect woman. The perfect everything. My dad gave me my late mother's engagement ring, platinum and diamonds galore. Of course, my Shannon wouldn't care if I slid a giant hard-candy ring on her finger instead of a three-carat diamond designed to impress. But my future mother-in-law, Marie, will pass out when she sets eyes on that rock, and that will give us two minutes of blessed silence. That woman talks more than Kim Kardashian flashes her naked backside on the internet. I was going to make it perfect, down to the color of the tablecloth to the freshness of the roses. And it was perfect. Until Shannon swallowed the ring.

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.

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.

We skipped right over the whole fiancée thing and went straight from girlfriend to wife. At least, I think that's what happened. I woke up after my brother's Vegas wedding reception with my luscious girlfriend in bed with me. We're both wearing wedding rings. So is her coworker, Josh. And our Vegas chauffeur, Geordi. Who the hell am I married to? Unraveling this mystery will be as difficult as figuring out why Amanda and I are having panic attacks over the thought of being husband and wife. Or, whoever we're actually married to. Oh, ^%$#. It's true that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, with one exception: If she's my wife, we'll make it work. If she's not? I'll make it happen.

Gerald Wright works for billionaires. He never imagined he'd become one. The former Navy SEAL is a chauffeur by day, artist by night, so when hotter-than-ever ex-fiancée Suzanne Dayton interrupts his nude model sculpting class to serve him with inheritance paperwork from a man he's never heard of, he assumes it's a joke. Turns out the joke's on him. There's just one catch. A big one. And it might be Suzanne - in more ways than he ever dreamed.

He is addicted to his phone and his new role as CEO. I'm addicted to getting some on my own honeymoon. One of these things is not like the other. I am pretty sure a serial killer's lair is the only place in the world where I could stash my new husband so he can't manage the acquisition of our new company. And that seems a little drastic. But only a little... All I want is one week alone with him. Hours in bed, legs tangled together in ecstasy, room service and long walks on the beach in Hawaii. Not vying for his kisses around a Bluetooth microphone. The Borg aren't sexy in real life. So I'm taking matters into my own hands and hitting "reboot" on our honeymoon. We're going to a place so remote that no one can find us. Not even my mother.

Snowbound. Sounds so romantic, with visions of cuddling before a roaring fire, hot chocolate spiked with brandy, and a secret elopement. Wait. What? My fiancé's father won't stop trying to turn our pending wedding into a three-ring media circus so he can get free publicity for his family's Fortune 500 company. My mother has decided she's done with All Things Wedding and asks her teacup Chihuahua for mother-of-the-bride advice. They've all gone certifiably mad. Then the stress from the wedding puts my mother in the hospital, I scream at my future father-in-law in front of a camera crew and the video goes viral, and the romantic wedding that started with Andrew's grand Pride and Prejudice proposal looks less like Jane Austen and more like Dostoyevsky. So what do you do when you're a fixer and you can't fix something? You give up on it. Not on Andrew, silly. The wedding.

You know what's even better than marrying a billionaire? Having his baby. We're ready. We've studied and planned, read all the birth and labor books, researched parenting classes, consulted our schedules, and it's time. And by we I mean me. Declan's just ready for the "have lots of sex" part. More than ready. But there's just one problem: my husband and his brother have this little obsession with competition. And by little, I mean stupid. That's right. We're not just about to try to bring a new human being into the world. We have to do it better, Faster, Stronger. Harder. McCormick men don't just have babies. They engage in competitive billionaire Babythons. I thought the hardest part about getting pregnant would be dealing with my grandchild-crazed mother, who will go nuts shopping for a billionaire's baby. Wrong. Between conception issues, my mother's desire to talk to the baby through a hoo-haw cam, a childbirth class led by a drill sergeant and a father-in-law determined to sign the kid up for prep school before Declan even pulls out, my pregnancy has turned out to be one ordeal after the other. But it's nothing - nothing - compared to the actual birth.

He says we never had a proper honeymoon. So, instead, he's giving me... a prepper honeymoon? Who knew billionaire preppers were a thing? I guess I'm about to find out. Julia Kent's New York Times bestselling romantic comedy series continues in Shopping for a CEO's Honeymoon as Andrew and Amanda settle in to married life... and so much more.

My mother wants all her kids and grandkids to spend Christmas Eve at her house and wake up on Christmas morning together. Sounds reasonable, right? And it would be. If it weren't my mother. My husband, Declan, is protesting any involvement, though he's openly intrigued by the idea of claiming his territory by having sex in my childhood bed. And by intrigued, I mean a series of really hot suggestions that make me whimper when I have to say no. Wait - why am I saying no, again? Mom has turned her house into a Christmas showcase that makes Frankenmuth look like the picked-over clearance rack at Target on December 26. You know those crazy people on Etsy who make felted gnomes out of belly-button lint and use… a certain kind of hair… to make thatched roofs on little decorative elf homes? Those people are saner than my mother. There is no force of nature stronger - or more emotionally volatile - than a fifty-something grandmother determined to create holiday memories. Wait a minute. Maybe there is. My husband.

It's Andrew and Amanda's turn... in duplicate We're having twins. Twins. Which means my shooters are stronger than my brother's. I win. Yeah, yeah, everyone can say it's not a competition, but it is. And we all know it. Two babies at once means double the fun, and double the misery for my poor wife, Amanda. While I'm growing a Fortune 500 company, she's growing two entire human beings out of nothing but orange cheese snacks and ice cream. Do you have any idea how hard I've worked during this pregnancy, tracking down orange smoothies for her? Not to mention being forced to Facetime into a childbirth class on perineal massage, rescuing Chuckles the cat from being shaved bald by my two-year-old niece, and fighting with a wife who has named the twins Lefty and Righty. By the time we hit the ninth month, my entire world revolves around pleasing - and protecting - her. Even if it means humiliating myself in the name of love. Wait a minute. Wait a minute, now. Hold on. Is she the one who's winning? Andrew and Amanda are BACK in the newest New York Times bestselling Shopping series book as they "beat" Declan and Shannon in the baby competition, but at what cost? As their future awaits them in the form of twins, Amanda and Andrew face ghosts from the past with wit, humor, and most of all - plenty of love.

More billionaire rom com? Yes, please! Andrew and Amanda tie the knot in book 12 (“Shopping for a CEO's Wife”) with a wacky wedding, billionaire adventures, and a surprise twist. Shannon and Declan make a baby in book 13 (“Shopping for a Billionaire's Baby”) with a cameo from another series, a baby born in the most embarrassing way ever (hey, it's Shannon...), and Declan comes to the rescue to protect and help his true love. Andrew and Amanda have a billionaire prepper honeymoon (a What?) in book 14 (“Shopping for a CEO's Honeymoon”) in Julia Kent's New York Times bestselling romantic comedy series.

Get books 6 (“Shopping for a Billionaire's Fiancée”), 7 (“Shopping for a CEO”) and 8 (“Shopping for a Billionaire's Wife”) in one BIG bundle of laughter, community, and-of course-romance in Julia Kent's New York Times bestselling series.

The series continues with a zany post-Vegas-wedding mess where Andrew and Amanda have to figure out WHO they married (book 9), the chauffeur/bodyguard has his own second-chance romance (book 10), and Shannon and Declan have a honeymoon with a lot of, erm... bite (book 11). How could you go wrong with so much laughter, heart, and plenty of steamy romance? The New York Times bestselling “Shopping for a Billionaire” series continues in this giant boxed set that includes books 9 (“Shopping for a CEO's Fiancée”), 10 (“Shopping for an Heir”), and 11 (“Shopping for a Billionaire's Honeymoon”)

Ever meet a hot billionaire while your hand's in a toilet in the men's room of one of his stores? No? So, it really is just me. Hmm. When you're a mystery shopper, you get paid to humiliate yourself, all in the name of improving customer service. Romance isn't in my job description. But the day I met Declan McCormick it was love at first flush. Until I nearly castrated him with my EpiPen. How Hot Guy and Toilet Girl became an item involves my crazy mom, a trip to the ER, my homicidal cat, my fake wife, and true love. Don't look at me like that. I'm just doing my job. I'm shopping for a billionaire. The “Shopping for a Billionaire” collection (Books 1-5) from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent is a 500+ page, hilarious romantic comedy with heart, heat, and laughs.