RANDOM ACTS OF CRAZY (Random Series, Book 1) by Julia Kent is FREE until
June 15th!
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance
FREE EBOOK May 23-June 15, 2021
Description:
I never
intended to pick up a naked hitchhiker wearing nothing but a guitar. A guitar.
Really. I don’t collect guys like that (don’t ask what kind of guys I do
collect), but when you spot a blonde, tanned, sculpted man with a gorgeous
smile and his thumb poking up and practically begging you to stop – you stop.
And I
definitely never thought I’d be staring into the bright blue eyes of Trevor
Connor, the lead singer for Random Acts of Crazy, an indie rock star I followed
like the slobbering fileshare fangirl I am. How he came to be nude and lost six
hundred miles from home is quite the tale, but how we fell in love is even more
unreal.
Because
someone like Trevor Connor, headed to Harvard Law next year, isn’t supposed to
want someone like me, a rural Ohio chick majoring in Boredom at Convenience
Store University who is all curves and frizzy blonde hair and manners so
unpolished they have sharp edges that make you bleed.
But he
did.
When his
best friend, Joe Ross, the bass player for Random Acts of Crazy and a man who
makes Calvin Klein models look like Shrek, drove eleven hours through the night
to rescue him, though, it got real complicated. It’s one thing to like two
different guys and be torn.
What do
you do, though, when maybe – just maybe – you don’t have to choose?
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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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Trevor
The
ride from Darla’s house to the hotel room wasn’t a painful, silent trip, which
is what I’d expected from my long-time friend. Shades of gray weren’t exactly
his forte, and right now Darla, Joe, and I were about as grey as you could get.
Some sort of unexplained phenomenon was developing between the
three of us, and now that we were down to just us two, it felt empty. Darker.
Forlorn, yet not tense.
Just... unfulfilled.
Fortunately, I remembered how to get to the hotel, the roads laid
out in an orderly manner, so unlike the Boston area, where the road map looked
like it had been drawn by a nine-year-old drinking his second double espresso.
Yet another point for this place that until two days ago we’d have
considered fly-over country, a vast green expanse with faded beige corn fields
in between, a checkered patch quilt of nothing.
Not now.
Now it was far, far more.
Joe was in that half-drunk stupor that made him so much more fun
than his normal, tightass state. How a guy who could attract women like light
bulbs attract moths could be so insecure had puzzled me for years.
Something about Darla made him daring, though—that kiss had come
out of nowhere. Coming upon them in that state, his hands groping what had just
filled my own shortly before, her mouth so passionately entangled with his I
could feel her need—being able to observe that, to share in that without feeling
like we were competing for her—that blew my fucking mind.
You can do that? Really? Because no one told me that before. Ever.
Not in the UU church’s sexuality class, not in any human psych class in college
(not even abnormal psych), and not in any late-nights talks in the dorms, high
as a kite and sharing sex stories (or even having sex while talking about sex).
Who did this? Who felt like this? How could I make sense of it if
no one explained it to me?
I was on my own.
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