Release Blitz ~ Shopping for a Turkey - A Romantic Comedy by Julia Kent

 NEW RELEASE--Shopping for a Turkey (Shopping for a Billionaire Series Book 18) by Julia Kent (@jkentauthor) #romcom #romanticcomedy #romance #contemporary #contemporaryromance #holiday #holidayromance

 

Description:

 

I don’t understand Americans.

 

Or, as we say in Scotland, I dinna understand ye eedjits.

 

And I definitely dinna understand the crazy mother-in-law of my cousin Declan. Who in their right mind names a wee dog Chuffy?

 

I’m stuck in New York after ma agent makes a bloody mess of an otherwise good endorsement contract for a sports towel company, and this crazy American holiday–Thanksgiving–is in two days.

 

The invitation to spend it in Mendon, Massachusetts, with the Jacoby family is about as appealing as rotten haggis. As far as I can tell, Thanksgiving is about stuffing yerself silly, watching pathetic American “football,” while fighting with relatives ye only see once a year.

 

If I wanted that last one, I’d head back to Scotland, where we dinna need a holiday to be salty to each other.

 

Ma firm answer is nae.

 

Until I remember Amy is part of the family.

 

Suddenly, I’m available.

 

Eager, even. Perhaps she’ll pull ma wishbone. I hear that’s part of the Turkey Day festivities, aye?

 

What I canna admit, though, is how she pulls ma heartstrings, too.

 

Which shouldna feel better than the wishbone, but it does.

 

And here comes Amy's mother with another holiday tradition, this one a bit early.

 

A sprig o’ mistletoe, dangling right above Amy’s bonnie head.

 

–-

 

Shopping for a Turkey features Scottish football player Hamish McCormick and Amy Jacoby as they navigate unusual cultural norms, new traditions, and the undeniable attraction between these two characters, who have appeared as supporting players in Julia Kent's New York Times-bestselling Shopping series.

 

It's their turn to have their own all-new spinoff series. And to pull the wishbone. ;)

 

Buy links:

 

Amazon (all countries):  https://geni.us/SFAT_AznALL

Apple Books:  https://geni.us/SFAT_Apple

Kobo:  https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/shopping-for-a-turkey

Nook:  https://geni.us/SFAT_Nook

Google Play:  https://geni.us/SFAT_Google

Print:  https://www.amazon.com/Shopping-Turkey-Julia-Kent/dp/1950172635

Bookbub:  https://geni.us/SFAT_BookBub

Goodreads:  https://geni.us/SFAT_Goodreads

 

 

Author Bio:

 

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 1.5 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 16 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing soon. 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 children in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.

 

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Amazon Author Page:  https://www.amazon.com/Julia-Kent/e/B00A99V268/

 

Excerpt: 

Amy

 

My attention wanders to the back yard. I watch Hamish doing sprint after sprint, over and over, each one as enthusiastically brutal as the last. His legs are a work of art. I'll give him that.

 

Soccer player legs are a thing. Tree trunks in muscled form, they're huge and powerful, developed by years of daily footwork and bold runs. He's a cocky jerk, but a premier player like Hamish doesn't get to his level without a crushing amount of hard body work.

 

He just keeps going, sprint after sprint, ignoring the dripping sweat, until he stops to drink, then...

 

Starts again.

 

My boots are by the front door, so I pass Dad and Declan, who are laughing together about James being a sophisticated older man. Massachusetts winters mean the heavy boots come out in late October. I'm fine without a coat today, my sweats warm enough, but no way will I head out there bootless.

 

The yard gets plenty of sun, so the ground he's running on is tan, dead grass, but there’s a perimeter of snow at the base of the fence, where it’s always in the shade. It's cold enough for the top layer of dirt to be frozen, but the terrain is uneven.

 

Nothing like a soccer field.

 

“It's not flat like the fields you're used to playing on,” I call out from a small spot of clear concrete on the patio.

 

“Pitch.”

 

“Excuse me? Did you just call me a bitch?”

 

That makes him stop, brow down, sweat dripping from copper-colored ringlets, true horror in his eyes. “What? Nae! I said pitch. With a P.”

 

“What's a pitch?”

 

“A field. A soccer field.” He says soccer the way I say, well...

 

His name.

 

Dripping with sarcasm.

 

“Are you capable of having a single conversation with me that doesn't involve insults or sex?”

 

“I was about to ask ye the same, Amy.”

 

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