SERIES BLITZ – The Random Series by Julia Kent

The Random Series
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Angela Jenks

Series Blurb
It all
started with a naked hitchhiker wearing a guitar — and only a guitar.

And turned into a New York Times bestseller.

A random meeting between a rural Ohio chick and a rich Boston musician
kickstarted all sorts of random acts of love and lust — and got even more
complicated when his bandmate entered the picture.

And never left.

From unconventional love to second-chance romance to your wildest desires, The
Random Series will have you giggling, swooning, and fanning yourself to the
heart-pounding beat of the sexiest, most daring and irresistible musicians to
come out of Boston.

Five band members form the up-and-coming group Random Acts of Crazy–each with
a story of his own in this long-running series.

Let these rock stars take you on a CRAZY wild ride, and with a little TRUST,
they can fulfill your every FANTASY.

The Random
Series includes:
Random
Acts of Crazy
(Book
1)
Random
Acts of Trust
(Book
2)
Random
Acts of Fantasy

(Book 3)
Random
Acts of Hope
(Book
4)
Random
Acts of Yes
(Book
5)
Random
Acts of Love
(Book
6)
Random
Acts of L.A.
(Book
7)
Random
Acts of Christmas

(Book 8)
Random
Acts of Vegas
(Book
9)
Random
Acts of New Year

(Book 10)

Purchase Links

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
UNIVERSAL

Now FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

Excerpt
(From Random Acts of Crazy)

DARLA
Whoa. If I had to pick a dream to
come true, I’d have chosen the winning MegaMillions lottery ticket dream, but
this would do as a distant second, Trevor’s mouth warm and inviting, tasting
like orange tangy yumminess. He kissed with his whole body, hands roaming
through my hair, his tongue parting my lips and going on a search for something
so deep in me I thought he’d never reach it and I would have to live in the
ecstasy of being loved by his mouth forever.
I was OK
with that.
The fact
that he was naked brushed through my mind and then my hand brushed against his
thick, gleaming manhood, making his stomach tighten under my hands, splayed
against the fine, taut skin of his abs. Washboard. I’d heard that word applied
to a man’s body before but had never understood it til then. His flesh so
different from my own full curves, as if I were exploring an alien body in a
state of arousal so high I would reach nirvana soon.
“Oh—” he
groaned breathlessly, then stopped. “What’s your real name?” he whispered.
“Darla.” It
came out in a rushed gasp as his fingers found my right nipple and pinched just
enough to make it—and my pink nub—pebble instantly, as if they were one long,
connected nerve ending. His other hand explored my back, sliding up under my
shirt, the heat of his flesh pouring into me. The fact that he was fully naked
and I was not was a kind of tragedy.
We needed
to fix that.

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 children in a household
where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.

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