Random Acts of Trust (38 page)
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Authors: Julia Kent
Tags: #romance, #Contemporary, #new adult, #Contemporary Women, #Literature & Fiction, #Contemporary Fiction, #BBW Romance, #Romantic Comedy
“What?”
“I just love saying your name while I’m in you.”
That made me laugh and
that
made him no longer be in me. We descended into a fit of giggles that took a very long time to control.
“I love you. I love being able to say that,” I confessed.
“I love you, too.” He kissed my shoulder. “And I love hearing you say it.”
We rested in silence, staring at the ceiling, my breasts pressed into his ribs, one hand playing with the hair on his chest, his palm caressing my arm. The way our skin effortlessly molded together, like we were made to fit together, gave the moment a deeper meaning.
“Amy?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I ask you a question? Are we still being truthful?”
“Of course.” My fingers played with the little thatch of hair on his chest, the red a deep auburn.
“Darla made a joke once about your hoohaw.”
I froze.
“Something about a phone.” Warm palms roamed over my breasts, just touching for the sake of touch.
“You know, Sam.” I cleared my throat. “Sometimes there can be too much truth in a relationship....”
THE END
Random Acts of Hope
A sneak peek of the first scene from Random Acts of Hope, the third book in the Random series:
Liam
The last thing I expected to find when I walked into the kitchen of this Friday night gig was to see eight vibrators twitching furiously on the tile floor in various states of orgasm-inducing glory.
The giant black dildo with huge, egg-shaped bulbous balls at the base was winning. A close second, the pink rabbit with the little clit extenders tried to catch up. Next came a two-inch silver bullet, flailing off to the right but occasionally making a giant leap forward. The other four, a rag-tag assemblage of peach and brown flesh-colored rubbery plastic, seemed to cluster around the refrigerator as if stoned, lolling about aimlessly after getting their hands on a quarter bag and a limitless supply of nachos.
Ah, yes. The famous vibrator races at a sex toy party. I’d heard about this from one of the other bachelorette party strippers, but I’d never actually seen one.
Check
that
off my list.
I assumed that would be the biggest surprise tonight as I hovered behind the crowd in my police officer’s costume, ready to “arrest” the bride and handcuff her to my partner Jack, the other stripper, who would then undress and pretend to get teabagged by her.
Yeah—I know. It’s pretty programmed, right? But that’s what the maid of honor
always
asks for.
And the customer is
always
right.
Tonight, though, was full of unexpected curves (
and I don’t just mean the women
). Because when I looked at one of the chicks on all fours, cheering that big old black vibrator to victory, I realized that wasn’t just any woman.
That was Charlotte.
My ex-girlfriend.
The one who cheated on me my senior yer of high school, got pregnant with another man’s baby, tore my heart out of my chest while it was still beating and videotaped herself eating it topless, then uploaded to YouTube and made it go viral on Facebook.
Or something like that. Minus the videotape part.
A quick step back into the shadows and I evaded being recognized. Shit. Of all the nights for Sam to be assigned to a different party. Jack was my stripping partner and he was too new to do the job alone. Besides, he was a babyface and these cougars would eat him alive. Charlotte lowered the average age of the women in this room by five years.
Scanning the room, I took inventory of the bride and her friends. Second marriage, I guessed. Or third. You never knew once the women were over forty. That meant this scene could get down and dirty, because there was nothing hornier than a perimenopausal woman at a bachelorette party with sex toys, an open bar, and permission to get naughty.
Nothing
.
“The Determinator appears to be in the lead, ladies!” Charlotte called out. “And you can find the order forms for all the fun toys out in the living room. Twenty percent off on all the twelve-inch models,” she added, winking. The pink Rabbit surged ahead, making a last-minute sprint as my dinner threatened to come up.
My eyes were only for Charlotte, though. Four years had made her just get more luscious. God damn. Ass and tits that made the air catch in my throat and the blood flow south. Professional hazard, that—don’t ever get a hard on at a job. The women took it as an air traffic controller’s signal, like glowing lights pointing them to dock
right there
.
She dressed professionally, wearing a plum-colored fuzzy v-neck sweater that contoured to the swell of breasts I remembered so well, legs encased in a slim pencil skirt that embellished those creamy hips I could imagine naked with a flicker of memory, lips painted fire-engine red and that maniac-inducing fifties pin-up girl look that I’d dismissed as silly when the girls in college wore it—but that made her smoking hot.
Down, boy
.
God damn Charlotte had to be here, of all places.
And she had to be
so
fine.
“Ooooh, honey, you’re one big officer,” said a sultry voice behind me. A hand stroked my hip and hesitated before sliding a bit lower, filling a palm with my ass. “Arrest me, Officer. I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”
With one look at the source of the voice, my night went from
Oh, man
to
Holy shit
.
That voice? That hand?
That was my
mother
.
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Random Acts of Crazy
Read the first book in the series,
Random Acts of Crazy
! Learn all about how Darla met Trevor and Joe in this
New York Times
and USA Today Bestseller!
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?
Random Acts of Crazy
is a standalone, full-length novel (300+ pages, 85,000 words) featuring Darla Jo(sephine) Jennings, the 22-year-old niece of Josie Mendham from the Her Two Billionaires series. It has, like many New Adult novels, an exploration of sexuality for the three main characters, doesn’t shy away from mature content, and Darla has a sailor’s mouth.
Other Books by Julia Kent
Suggested Reading Order
Her First Billionaire
– FREE
Her Two Billionaires and a Baby
Her Billionaires: Boxed Set
(Parts 1-4 in one bundle, 458 pages!)
Complete Abandon
(novella featuring Her Billionaires characters, in the boxed set “Unraveled”)
About the Author
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New York Times
and
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Bestselling Author Julia Kent turned to writing contemporary romance after deciding that life is too short not to have fun. She writes romantic comedy with an edge, and new adult books that push contemporary boundaries. From billionaires to BBWs to rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every book she writes, but unlike Trevor from
Random Acts of Crazy
, she has never kissed a chicken.
She loves to hear from her readers by email at [email protected], on Twitter @jkentauthor, and on Facebook at
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