Series: Shopping for a Billionaire #8
Publication date: March 23rd 2016
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance
Who needs a SWAT team to escape from their own wedding? Me.
My Momzilla turned us into hostages at our own ceremony, so Declan and I are getting married the good old-fashioned way, just like everybody else.
By calling in his private security team, stealing away before the ceremony by helicopter, connecting to his corporate jet and heading for Las Vegas.
The Boston wedding of the year is about to become a trashy Elvis drive-thru ceremony.
Until the best man spills the beans and Mom, Dad, my sisters, his brothers, my maid of honor, my friend Josh, and even my cat, Chuckles, all come along for the ride.
I can’t win, can I?
Oh. Yeah. I already did.
Love conquers all.
Even my crazy family.
Shopping for a Billionaire’s Wife is the 8th book in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series. After Declan convinces Shannon to escape from their own wedding minutes before the ceremony begins, the madcap adventures are just getting started. When the mother of the bride pries their location out of the tortured best man, the whole crazy crew follows the bride and groom to Las Vegas in this romantic comedy from Julia Kent.
Vegas is big and bright. Duh, right? But I mean BIG. And BRIGHT. It’s like Times Square on steroids sprinkled on top of a big dose of Molly with a case of Red Bull thrown in for fun.
I crane my neck, plastering my face against the limo window, looking up.
“I can’t believe you’ve never been to Vegas,” Declan says for the fourth time in ten minutes.
“C’mon. Not everyone has the means to travel like your family.”
“You never took family vacations?”
“We did. Camping. To the beach. I don’t think dragging three girls to a place where toplessness is legal and Santa Claus carries an LED sign on a backpack with crotch shots really qualifies as a family destination site.”
He frowns. “Anterdec’s resort is trying to do just that.”
I look out the window and see what appears to be Chewbacca from Star Wars receiving oral sex from Elmo.
“You have your work cut out for you,” I reply, pointing to the scene.
“May the Force be with you,” he mutters.
The limo halts at a red light. Famous performers whose names I’ve heard growing up have their faces plastered all over the sides of skyscrapers, the buildings jutting up like towers of Babel in the desert. I’ve seen movies about Vegas. Watched a few documentaries. Even had friends come here and return home with wild stories of gambling and reckless sex.
Until you’re driving down a palm-tree-lined boulevard with wide streets, broad sidewalks, and outdoor escalators leading to catwalks that span the road every block as far as the eye can see, with choreographed water fountains, beggars, old ladies wearing stripper-joint t-shirts that say Girls, Girls, Girls and handing out free passes to nudie bars, you don’t really get a sense of the electrified chaos and the extraordinary overstimulation of it all.
I’m beginning to think that coming here was a bad, bad idea.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent 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.