RANDOM ACTS OF CRAZY (Random Series, Book 1) by Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance
FREE EBOOK May 23-June 15, 2021
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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?
TEASER
Trevor
The ride from Darla’s house to the hotel room wasn’t a painful, silent trip, which is what I’d expected from my long-time friend. Shades of gray weren’t exactly his forte, and right now Darla, Joe, and I were about as grey as you could get.
Some sort of unexplained phenomenon was
developing between the three of us, and now that we were down to just us two,
it felt empty. Darker. Forlorn, yet not tense.
Just... unfulfilled.
Fortunately, I remembered how to get to
the hotel, the roads laid out in an orderly manner, so unlike the Boston area,
where the road map looked like it had been drawn by a nine-year-old drinking
his second double espresso.
Yet another point for this place that
until two days ago we’d have considered fly-over country, a vast green expanse
with faded beige corn fields in between, a checkered patch quilt of nothing.
Not now.
Now it was far, far more.
Joe was in that half-drunk stupor that
made him so much more fun than his normal, tightass state. How a guy who could
attract women like light bulbs attract moths could be so insecure had puzzled
me for years.
Something about Darla made him daring, though—that
kiss had come out of nowhere. Coming upon them in that state, his hands groping
what had just filled my own shortly before, her mouth so passionately entangled
with his I could feel her need—being able to observe that, to share in that
without feeling like we were competing for her—that blew my fucking mind.
You can do that? Really? Because no one
told me that before. Ever. Not in the UU church’s sexuality class, not in any
human psych class in college (not even abnormal psych), and not in any late-nights
talks in the dorms, high as a kite and sharing sex stories (or even having sex
while talking about sex).
Who did this? Who felt like this? How
could I make sense of it if no one explained it to me?
I was on my own.
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Author Bio:
New York Times and USA
Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy
with an edge. 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
sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.
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