“Excuse me?” I back up, the tip of a blown-up condom scraping against my hair, the sudden chemical scent of lube reminding me of hospitals, shots, stitches.
Pain.
“You just said that applying the same, objective standards to everything is important to you.”
“Well, not – I didn’t – ”
“And I heard you rejected Harvard.”
“Heard?”
“Through the grapevine.”
“The grapevine talks about me?” The words are out before I can stop myself.
Most Likely to Become a Porn Star is written in hot pink glitter paint across my windshield.
“Did I miss a class vote for that one?” Will snarks as he points and continues laughing, hard. “Don’t remember a page like that in the yearbook, and I was editor.”
A blush blooms from my chest to my ear tips. My skin matches the magenta sparkly paint.
“Pretty sure my friend Persephone is responsible for that,” I squeak.
“Persephone?”
“Yes?” A head with long, honey-colored hair pops up from behind Will’s car, two rows over, her overgrown bangs brushing against the tips of her eyelashes. She’s wearing overalls and a massive smile that says, Gotcha.
“You’re dead! SO DEAD!!” I shout. “That is not funny!” Read more →
Little Miss Perfect, Chapter One
by Julia Kent
Ten years ago, my high school crush found me during senior finals week in the student parking lot with my car decorated with items you find behind a drugstore counter and a “Most Likely to…” banner that would make a pro blush.
And by “pro,” I don’t mean golf.
In under an hour, everything I knew about myself was turned upside down and inside out, just as our high school career was in its final hours.
Then again, he’s the high school quarterback. He’s used to performing when the clock’s running out.
Me? I perform well under pressure, too.
But not when Will Lotham is about to kiss me.
Or is he?
Little Miss Perfect is a prequel to the events that take place in Fluffy, Julia Kent’s new book. It can be read on its own, without having read Fluffy. Read more →
Here’s a sneak peek at Shannon and Declan’s new book, Shopping for a Baby’s First Christmas:
“Mmmmm,” I hear myself purring as I open my eyes in the big king-size bed at our Victorian B&B here in the Berkshires. A bed that I can stretch out in, because I smell coffee from afar and Dec isn’t between the sheets.
Neither is our seven-month-old daughter, Ellie.
I have the entire bed to myself. I might be married to a billionaire, but when you’re the mother of a clingy baby, this right here is true luxury.
A whiff of cinnamon accompanies that coffee and now I wonder if I’m dreaming. My naked body rolls against the high-thread-count Egyptian cotton and my legs are smooth. As I stretch, I realize my nipples are free. No one is touching me.
This must be a dream. Read more →
AHHHHHH! It’s here! It’s finally here! Shopping for a Billionaire’s Baby can be read NOW — what are you waiting for?
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