You know those television stories about the woman who goes to the emergency room thinking she has a bad case of indigestion or kidney stones or a burst appendix and she comes home with a bouncing baby boy?
Stupid woman, right? Who the hell doesn’t know she’s pregnant for nine and a half months? I used to think those mamas were one block short of a level trailer.
Random Acts of Baby is the 11th book in Julia Kent’s New York Times bestselling series as Darla, Trevor, and Joe go on a long, crazy journey involving a baby, living two lives, and learning who you can count on most when you need a helping hand.
Her hand clamped on my knee, moving up the inseam of my jeans so fast my cock turned into a paratrooper, leaping toward that palm.
“Take the next rest area,” she said, just as we crossed the state line for Ohio.
“Old time’s sake.”
Deciphering her words took more effort than it should have. “You need a bathroom? We’re less than half an hour away.”
“I need to ride your one-eyed trouser snake.”
“I. Want. Sex,” she said slowly, drawing out the words with an aligned tone as if saying them this way was diplomatic.
“Now? Here? While I’m driving? I’m flexible and up for anything, but not while I’m careening down the Ohio Turnpike at 72 miles per hour. Even I have sexual limits.”
“No. At the nearest rest area.”
“Are you serious?’
“Do I ever joke about sex?”
“Then shut up and put on your turn signal.”
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 19 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing in 2020 and beyond.
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 met in a romantic comedy).
She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.