Her Billionaires: The Complete Series by Julia Kent
Series: Her Billionaires #1-4
Publication date: September 24th, 2013
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
FROM NEW YORK TIMES AND USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR JULIA KENT.
COULD SHE REALLY FIND THE RIGHT GUY ON THE INTERNET?
"Hot, luscious woman who can suck a golf ball through forty feet of garden hose seeks rippling-ab'd firefighter who has a tongue that thrums like a hummingbird and enjoys painting my toenails and eating Ben & Jerry's out of the carton while watching Orange is the New Black."
Curvy business analyst Laura Michaels stared at the online dating site's registration screen and frowned. That's what she really wanted to write. By the time her best friend, Josie, edited and clicked "Send," her personal ad was more fantasy than reality:
OR WOULD SHE GET MORE THAN SHE BARGAINED FOR?
When two different guys--Dylan Stanwyck and Mike Pine--replied within two days, she seemed doubly blessed. After a first date with model-turned-firefighter Dylan that ended in bed--and with a huge misunderstanding--Laura came home from her Walk of Shame to an invitation for a hike with ski instructor Mike. The Great Outdoors became the setting for so much more...
Caught between two men--literally--who turned out to be roommates and secret billionaires, Laura makes a startling discovery about her own capacity for passion.
And, maybe, long-term love in an unconventional romance with two men that pushes every boundary.
Including her own.
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Excerpt
HER BILLIONAIRES EXCERPT:
"Luscious, curvy financial analyst seeks friendship and more. Financially independent and self-assured, I'm a fit woman who wants a man (or, more than one! YOLO!) for stimulating conversation... er, yeah. Conversation. Message me (or massage me!)."
Something fierce and hot inside him came to life. From the description it sounded like she... seriously? No way.
"Mike! Hey, Mike! Get in here!" If here were a chance--any chance at all, here, then he had to act fast. Someone this amazing was about to get inundated by messages from needy weirdos.
And he needed to be the first.
His roommate wandered in. Where Dylan was all muscle and brawn, Mike Pine was tall and sleek, a marathoner's body of long, lean tissue. Dylan's dark, thick, Italian, looks made him popular with women, but Mike was the golden boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes--the long-distance runner with a soft heart, the guy women turned to and poured their hearts out, Mr. Sensitive to Dylan's Mr. Conquest.
Dylan tapped the screen. "Take a look at her."
He smiled smugly as Mike's eyes raced across the screen. They'd been waiting for a long time. Too long. His roommate's expression told him everything he needed to know. Score! It might finally be time.
IT'S COMPLICATED EXCERPT:
Either a fireball entered the elevator and exploded in her body or she had just met her equivalent of Laura's two soulmates in a single man. With one touch, Alex--just another resident, just another doctor in a hospital working a twenty-four-hour or forty-eight-hour shift, the kind of guy she'd met hundreds of over the years--had transformed everything. Transformed the air in the elevator, transformed the entire experience of bringing Laura in to L & D into... transformed something about Josie herself.
His touch had seismically split her in two, tectonic plates altering her emotional landscape. How could one person do that? She wondered as their eyes locked and he shook her hand slowly, the tactile sensation of his palm pressed against hers like some sort of a battery recharging every cell in her body, warming her, making parts of her throb with a frequency that she hoped he could feel with his tongue someday.
Or now. Now would work.
Very, very naughty thoughts flashed through her mind as they locked eyes. And then a second series of thoughts berated her, guilted her over thinking about anything but her poor best friend, who was about to have her vagina split open by a speeding eight-pound flesh ball, all the nibbly parts on display for a crew of eight or nine people, not including the dads and Josie.
This was a teaching hospital, after all, and the only way the interns, residents and the nursing students going through clinicals could learn was to watch people like Laura, to make notes, to get the queasiness over with and to learn by doing.
Right now she'd like to learn some really nice hands-on sexual lessons, lessons involving his hands on her naked ass, his mouth on other parts, her body entwined with Mr. Alex Derjian of nursing--an entangled, sweeping disaster that involved two doctors at work--she'd had a pretty firm rule: no dating doctors. But rules were made to be broken, right?
COMPLETELY COMPLICATED EXCERPT:
"Are you a Sybian expert now?" Mike asked as he returned from the kitchen, chomping on an energy bar.
Dylan shifted himself in a way that made Mike laugh. "Oh, you laugh, but you know exactly how I feel right now."
"Yup."
"That Sybian..."
"Yup."
"I'm thinking about ordering one."
A cocked eyebrow was Mike's calm response. "You are?"
"You in?"
"I say order one of everything from those books and see what happens." The devilish gleam in Mike's eyes was so different from his droll manner that even after ten years together, Dylan was amazed the man could surprise him.
"You realize you're talking to a guy with nearly unlimited money and zero impulse control?"
"You realize you are talking to a guy who has had sex twice and exactly one blow job in six months?" Mike's face was serious, eyes gone dark and smoky. Mischief was gone. This was a man determined.
Dylan's jaw dropped. Thank God they were in agreement. Whatever it took to unlock the passionate woman they'd met fifteen months ago and to regain the intimacy they all seemed to crave--but couldn't quite find their way to--was what they needed to do now. Something had to give.
"What are we wasting time talking for, then? Let's start clicking."
Crreak. The telltale sign of their bedroom door opening made them both freeze.
"Shit!" Dylan hissed. Mike put a finger to his lips and started chewing on the energy bar. Both stood there, eyes cocked. The sound of footsteps, and then the baby began to babble.
Mike looked at the eReader. "It's been nearly two hours!"
"No way!"
Mike tapped and slid her fingers wildly, getting the machine back to the Home screen. "You order whatever we need later on from your phone. You have carte blanche. Get whatever you want."
An evil laugh bubbled up inside Dylan as he rubbed his hands together.
This was going to be fun.
IT'S ALWAYS COMPLCATED EXCERPT:
Laura
"My dress doesn't fit!" Laura wailed to no one in particular. Then again, no one was actually listening to her, so even if she had chosen a target for her cries of anguish, it wouldn't have mattered.
Managing twin one-year-olds who had recently learned to walk and stumble after their three-year-old sister meant that lately, conversations were nothing but fleeting cries of caution followed by mutters as Laura cleaned messes made by humans who didn't know any better.
And sometimes that included Dylan and Mike.
"You look like a Disney princess, Mama!" Jillian said, stopping in her tracks. Her wide, blue eyes met Laura's and her red cheeks turned to apples. "Can I be Elsa for the wedding?"
Laura looked down at the white dress she wore. Half her abundant boobage poured out like a tasty cupcake. The bodice dug into her ribs and the skirts made the skin on her thighs itch.
And then little Aaron came bounding around Jillian, chocolate smeared all over his hands and face.
"How did he get chocolate?" Laura asked, the words filled with an edge she didn't want to have.
"I made him a cake in my little oven!" Jillian cried out with pride. The oven used a lightbulb for heat to cook the little cakes, and Jillian had been long warned only to use it with adults, but apparently Laura couldn't take ninety seconds to change into her own wedding dress two days before the big day without having Jillian get into mischief.
She grimaced. Of all the days for their nanny, Cyndi, to have food poisoning.
Aaron took one, two, three steps in slow motion toward Laura. Eyes alight with conquest at learning to walk, he pitched forward and began to fall.
Instinct overrode wedding dress and she bent down to catch him before his head met the corner of the coffee table and--
Now her skirts looked like a very fluffy group of Dalmatians cuddled up against her legs. Chocolate smears everywhere, even in the tulle.
"Luscious, curvy financial analyst seeks friendship and more. Financially independent and self-assured, I'm a fit woman who wants a man (or, more than one! YOLO!) for stimulating conversation... er, yeah. Conversation. Message me (or massage me!)."
Something fierce and hot inside him came to life. From the description it sounded like she... seriously? No way.
"Mike! Hey, Mike! Get in here!" If here were a chance--any chance at all, here, then he had to act fast. Someone this amazing was about to get inundated by messages from needy weirdos.
And he needed to be the first.
His roommate wandered in. Where Dylan was all muscle and brawn, Mike Pine was tall and sleek, a marathoner's body of long, lean tissue. Dylan's dark, thick, Italian, looks made him popular with women, but Mike was the golden boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes--the long-distance runner with a soft heart, the guy women turned to and poured their hearts out, Mr. Sensitive to Dylan's Mr. Conquest.
Dylan tapped the screen. "Take a look at her."
He smiled smugly as Mike's eyes raced across the screen. They'd been waiting for a long time. Too long. His roommate's expression told him everything he needed to know. Score! It might finally be time.
IT'S COMPLICATED EXCERPT:
Either a fireball entered the elevator and exploded in her body or she had just met her equivalent of Laura's two soulmates in a single man. With one touch, Alex--just another resident, just another doctor in a hospital working a twenty-four-hour or forty-eight-hour shift, the kind of guy she'd met hundreds of over the years--had transformed everything. Transformed the air in the elevator, transformed the entire experience of bringing Laura in to L & D into... transformed something about Josie herself.
His touch had seismically split her in two, tectonic plates altering her emotional landscape. How could one person do that? She wondered as their eyes locked and he shook her hand slowly, the tactile sensation of his palm pressed against hers like some sort of a battery recharging every cell in her body, warming her, making parts of her throb with a frequency that she hoped he could feel with his tongue someday.
Or now. Now would work.
Very, very naughty thoughts flashed through her mind as they locked eyes. And then a second series of thoughts berated her, guilted her over thinking about anything but her poor best friend, who was about to have her vagina split open by a speeding eight-pound flesh ball, all the nibbly parts on display for a crew of eight or nine people, not including the dads and Josie.
This was a teaching hospital, after all, and the only way the interns, residents and the nursing students going through clinicals could learn was to watch people like Laura, to make notes, to get the queasiness over with and to learn by doing.
Right now she'd like to learn some really nice hands-on sexual lessons, lessons involving his hands on her naked ass, his mouth on other parts, her body entwined with Mr. Alex Derjian of nursing--an entangled, sweeping disaster that involved two doctors at work--she'd had a pretty firm rule: no dating doctors. But rules were made to be broken, right?
COMPLETELY COMPLICATED EXCERPT:
"Are you a Sybian expert now?" Mike asked as he returned from the kitchen, chomping on an energy bar.
Dylan shifted himself in a way that made Mike laugh. "Oh, you laugh, but you know exactly how I feel right now."
"Yup."
"That Sybian..."
"Yup."
"I'm thinking about ordering one."
A cocked eyebrow was Mike's calm response. "You are?"
"You in?"
"I say order one of everything from those books and see what happens." The devilish gleam in Mike's eyes was so different from his droll manner that even after ten years together, Dylan was amazed the man could surprise him.
"You realize you're talking to a guy with nearly unlimited money and zero impulse control?"
"You realize you are talking to a guy who has had sex twice and exactly one blow job in six months?" Mike's face was serious, eyes gone dark and smoky. Mischief was gone. This was a man determined.
Dylan's jaw dropped. Thank God they were in agreement. Whatever it took to unlock the passionate woman they'd met fifteen months ago and to regain the intimacy they all seemed to crave--but couldn't quite find their way to--was what they needed to do now. Something had to give.
"What are we wasting time talking for, then? Let's start clicking."
Crreak. The telltale sign of their bedroom door opening made them both freeze.
"Shit!" Dylan hissed. Mike put a finger to his lips and started chewing on the energy bar. Both stood there, eyes cocked. The sound of footsteps, and then the baby began to babble.
Mike looked at the eReader. "It's been nearly two hours!"
"No way!"
Mike tapped and slid her fingers wildly, getting the machine back to the Home screen. "You order whatever we need later on from your phone. You have carte blanche. Get whatever you want."
An evil laugh bubbled up inside Dylan as he rubbed his hands together.
This was going to be fun.
IT'S ALWAYS COMPLCATED EXCERPT:
Laura
"My dress doesn't fit!" Laura wailed to no one in particular. Then again, no one was actually listening to her, so even if she had chosen a target for her cries of anguish, it wouldn't have mattered.
Managing twin one-year-olds who had recently learned to walk and stumble after their three-year-old sister meant that lately, conversations were nothing but fleeting cries of caution followed by mutters as Laura cleaned messes made by humans who didn't know any better.
And sometimes that included Dylan and Mike.
"You look like a Disney princess, Mama!" Jillian said, stopping in her tracks. Her wide, blue eyes met Laura's and her red cheeks turned to apples. "Can I be Elsa for the wedding?"
Laura looked down at the white dress she wore. Half her abundant boobage poured out like a tasty cupcake. The bodice dug into her ribs and the skirts made the skin on her thighs itch.
And then little Aaron came bounding around Jillian, chocolate smeared all over his hands and face.
"How did he get chocolate?" Laura asked, the words filled with an edge she didn't want to have.
"I made him a cake in my little oven!" Jillian cried out with pride. The oven used a lightbulb for heat to cook the little cakes, and Jillian had been long warned only to use it with adults, but apparently Laura couldn't take ninety seconds to change into her own wedding dress two days before the big day without having Jillian get into mischief.
She grimaced. Of all the days for their nanny, Cyndi, to have food poisoning.
Aaron took one, two, three steps in slow motion toward Laura. Eyes alight with conquest at learning to walk, he pitched forward and began to fall.
Instinct overrode wedding dress and she bent down to catch him before his head met the corner of the coffee table and--
Now her skirts looked like a very fluffy group of Dalmatians cuddled up against her legs. Chocolate smears everywhere, even in the tulle.
About the Author:
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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