Release date: January 11, 2022
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer:
Clarissa Yeo, Yocla Designs
Audiobook Narrators: Shane
East and Emma Wilder
Tropes/Themes: Enemies to
Lovers, Office Romance, Sports Romance, Slow Burn, Forced Proximity, Scottish
Hero, Reverse Grumpy/Sunshine
Description:
I’m a professional chickenblocker.
Except “chicken” is a euphemism.
I get paid to follow a womanizing troglodyte who thinks rules are for
other people and that my pants are the next pair he’s getting into.
Dream on.
Bet your first professional job didn’t involve babysitting an extremely
hot, muscle-bound Scottish Highlander with an ego the size of a kilt and a libido
bigger than his…well…
Chicken.
Keeping Scottish football (that’s ‘soccer” to us Americans) player
Hamish McCormick away from inappropriate scandals while he does product
endorsement campaigns is my mission.
No problem.
Until Hamish decides I’m his next scandal.
And maybe more….
Shopping for a Highlander is an enemies-to-lovers, slow burn romance that
opens with a surprise kiss and ends with a happily ever after. This sports
comedy in the New York Times bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire world
contains no actual chickens, but it has plenty of locker room scenes, a fake
relationship, very real banter, and more. You do not have to have read the
previous books in this world, though after you read about Amy and Hamish,
you’ll want to.
Buy links:
Amazon
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Goodreads:
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iTunes: https://mybook.to/SFAH_iTunes
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 21 appearances on the USA Today bestseller
list. Her books have been translated into French, German, and Italian, with
more titles releasing in the future.
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.
She loves to hear from her readers by email at
julia@jkentauthor.com, on Twitter @jkentauthor, on Facebook at
https://www.facebook.com/jkentauthor, and on Instagram @jkentauthor
Visit her at http://jkentauthor.com
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3238619.Julia_Kent
Amazon
Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Julia-Kent/e/B00A99V268/
Read a teaser:
Hamish
McCormick’s tongue is in my mouth. I realize this is a problem half the women
on the planet would love to have. He’s a world-famous Scottish soccer–sorry,
football to everyone except Americans–player, and my sister is married to his
cousin, the billionaire. Given the fact that Hamish is kissing me in front of
my date, though, it’s a little awkward. “Ahem,” said date says, scratching his
temple, adjusting his glasses, and using polite, understated throat techniques
to get Hamish off me. Subtlety doesn’t work on Hamish, though. This kiss is
anything but subtle. Pretty sure you’d need a crowbar to pry him off me. Or me off
him. The distinction between who is kissing whom was lost long ago. I see my
date, Davis, out of the corner of my eye, and I’m about to shove this
two-hundred-pound sack of hard muscle and overconfident heat off of me and slap
him, but sweet merciful deity, I swear Hamish’s lips have some kind of magic
potion on them that renders me spellbound. No kiss has ever tasted like this.
Except the last kiss from him.
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