The first book in a brand new series from NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent and Elisa Reed is available now! Make sure you get your hands on OUR OPTIONS HAVE CHANGED, a hilarious and sexy contemporary romance.
Having it all is a fantasy, right?
Chloe Browne knows all about fantasy. Fantasy is her job.
And she’s very, very good at what she does.
As director of design for the O Spa chain, a sophisticated women’s club that is trending its way into being the Next Big Thing, Chloe’s ready to take on the world.
One baby at a time.
Her home study’s done, and she’s about to adopt, a thirty-something single mother by choice. Who needs to put her life on hold for the right guy when the right baby is waiting for her?
Besides, talk about fantasy.
The right guy?
Pfft. Right.
And then in walks Nick Grafton, with those commanding sapphire eyes and wavy blonde hair and a sophisticated mouth that only smiles for her.
He’s perfect.
But the last thing Nick wants is to start fresh with a new baby as his college-age kids fly the coop. A single father for more than fifteen years after his wife walked out on her family, Nick finally tastes freedom.
But he likes the taste of Chloe more.
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Our Options Have Changed is a full-length standalone contemporary romance, the first in the On Hold series by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent and journalist-turned-fiction-writer Elisa Reed. It is a loose spinoff from Julia Kent’s Shopping for a Billionaire series, with cameo appearances from favorite characters.
**BONUS ALL-NEW NOVELLA** from Julia Kent’s New York Times bestselling Shopping series! Read Shopping for a Billionaire’s Honeymoon. This 100-page bonus comes at the end of Our Options Have Changed. When Shannon can’t get workaholic Declan to give her the sexy honeymoon time she wants, she takes matters into her own hands — with hilariously disastrous (or disastrously hilarious?) results.
Through the next ten
slides, Chloe shows us exactly how brilliant she is, while I struggle to grasp
the landscape of the meeting. She walked in here with a fringe idea and a slim
chance of convincing Andrew McCormick to invest on the scale she wants.
And now they’re talking
New Orleans, San Francisco, and—
“Rio would be a great
target for 2018,” Chloe says, sitting down across from Andrew, tapping the end
of a pen against the front of her teeth. “What about Tokyo for 2020?”
“The Olympics!” Andrew and
Amanda say at the same time, then laugh.
“We’re getting ahead of
ourselves,” I declare.
“You’re not convinced I’m
worth taking a chance?” Chloe asks, her nose twitching with amusement, that
curled lip driving me mad.
“You’ve convinced me,”
Andrew says, standing and finally looking at his phone. “Nick, make it happen.”
“What?”
“Give Chloe whatever she
needs.”
“Whatever she needs?” I
choke out in surprise. Quickly, I recover, face showing no emotion, even if my
pulse and half the blood in my body has migrated below my belt and I can’t stop
wondering what’s under that corset. One peek of a nipple is like being given a
single sip of Hennessy cognac.
It’s great, but you want
the whole thing in your mouth eventually.
God help me, her eyes meet
mine and her smile widens.
Best. Job. Ever.
“Right. Chloe, why don’t
you go back to your office for an hour or so, while Nick and Amanda and I hash
out some details in the conference room. We’ll call you,” Andrew says, standing
and reaching for her hand. The only hint of emotion in Chloe’s face comes from
the micro-movements in her eyes. She is pleased.
I want
to please her. And not just with Anterdec’s money.
In this business setting,
she should be pleased. Sharp and
perceptive, she’s turned the meeting around. A green light from Andrew
McCormick isn’t easy to obtain, and she marched right in here in secret
dominatrix lingerie and she did it. I am intrigued and a little spellbound.
Maybe I’m just lightheaded
from the lack of blood flow to the brain.
She unmoors me, turning
back decades, making me feel like an awkward, uncoordinated teen.
But with a man’s
appreciation for all that goes into making her her.
“Nick?” Andrew’s clipped
tone makes me realize I’m in my own head. Chloe’s standing before me, her nose
twitching with amusement, the rest of her face revealing nothing.
“Great presentation,” I
say, shaking her hand. My eyes float down to her rack.
“It’s an eyeful, isn’t
it?” she jokes.
“Certainly impressive,” I
confirm. “The graphs.” I need to dial
this down. Andrew’s giving me looks that could peel paint. “You give great
data.”
“I aim to be Good, Giving,
and Game.”
“Isn’t that what Dan
Savage says about sex?”
“It applies to business,
too.”
“A universal set of
tools.” She shrugs.
“Everyone can have the
same tools, Nick. Tool acquisition? Anyone can do that. The real skill is in
implementation.”
With that, Chloe Browne
leaves me speechless, hard as a rock, and the object of my boss’s ire.
One hell of a hat trick.
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.
New
England native Elisa Reed now lives, writes, and plays in New Orleans and along
the sugar sands of the Gulf Coast.
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