Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancee by Julia Kent(Shopping for a Billionaire #6)
Publication date: February 26th 2015
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis
All of our best dates end up in the emergency room….
I planned the perfect proposal. Plenty of lobster, caviar, champagne and–her favorite–tiramisu. The perfect setting. The perfect woman. The perfect everything.
Dad gave me my late mother’s engagement ring, platinum and diamonds galore. Shannon wouldn’t care if I slid a giant hard-candy ring on her finger instead of a three-carat diamond designed to impress. But my future mother-in-law, Marie, will pass out when she sets eyes on that rock, which will give us two minutes of blessed silence. That woman talks more than Kim Kardashian flashes her naked backside on the internet.
I was going to make it perfect, from the color of the tablecloth to the freshness of the roses. And it was perfect.
Until Shannon swallowed the ring.
* * *
Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancée gives near-billionaire Declan McCormick the chance to tell his story in this continuation of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series.
I planned the perfect proposal. Plenty of lobster, caviar, champagne and–her favorite–tiramisu. The perfect setting. The perfect woman. The perfect everything.
Dad gave me my late mother’s engagement ring, platinum and diamonds galore. Shannon wouldn’t care if I slid a giant hard-candy ring on her finger instead of a three-carat diamond designed to impress. But my future mother-in-law, Marie, will pass out when she sets eyes on that rock, which will give us two minutes of blessed silence. That woman talks more than Kim Kardashian flashes her naked backside on the internet.
I was going to make it perfect, from the color of the tablecloth to the freshness of the roses. And it was perfect.
Until Shannon swallowed the ring.
* * *
Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancée gives near-billionaire Declan McCormick the chance to tell his story in this continuation of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series.
Top 5 Ways to Meet a Billionaire While Mystery Shopping
5. Drive a car that advertises a coffee shop but the “coffee
bean” on top looks like something else. Drive it to the most expensive mall in
town. Pretend to ignore the stares.
4. Mystery shop at Tiffany’s while borrowing your neighbor’s teacup chihuahua.
3. Pretend you’re the cleaning lady for the helicopters
parked on top of the skyscrapers in Boston.
2. Refuse all fast food mystery shopping jobs.
1. Evaluate the cleanliness of the men’s bathroom and drop
your cell phone in the toilet by accident.
Number One definitely happens in the Shopping for a
Billionaire series... ;)
Interview:
Q: In Shopping for a Billionaire, Shannon Jacoby is a
twenty-three year old, new college grad who is a mystery shopper for a living.
She meets billionaire Declan McCormick while shopping one of his stores. What
made you decide to write about a mystery shopper as a heroine?
A: I mystery shopped for about 13 years, on and off, and
wrote articles and short books about it. It’s the neatest side job, actually:
you really do get paid to shop. I’ve had my car’s oil changed, stayed in luxury
hotels, eaten $250 dinners (where I HAD to get drinks, appetizers, steaks and
dessert...poor me), and done the more boring jobs, like credit unions and fast
food. We live in a consumer society and someone has to check in on how clerks
treat customers.
I thought it would be a neat story: what if an average,
not-glamorous woman met a billionaire while mystery shopping? And I took it
from there.
Q: Shannon comes from this warm, loving -- but slightly
whacky -- family. Declan’s family is him, two brothers, and a high-powered,
emotionally closed-off father. How on earth do these two relate to each other?
Q: One of the major topics in this series is deadly bee and
wasp allergies. Declan’s mom died from one, his brother is highly allergic, and
it turns out Shannon is, too. How does Declan overcome his fear and love
Shannon?
A: Because you can’t pick who you fall in love with.
Seriously. Declan’s all about being in control and -- poof! Fate made him fall
for a woman who has the same deadly allergy his mother had. Fate’s a mean
little b*&ch.
Q: You wrote Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancee entirely
from the man’s point of view. Why?
A: Not quite...there’s a surprise at the end. No spoilers,
though! But yes -- 99% of the book is entirely Declan’s point of view. I felt
like the Shopping for a Billionaire book -- which was 670 pages -- was entirely
Shannon’s viewpoint. We needed to get to know the deeply-composed, calm and
rational Declan. Turns out he’s a horndog ;).
Q: Are you writing more Declan and Shannon?
A: Oh, yes! Reader response to these books has been amazing.
I’m already working on a book about Shannon’s best friend, Amanda, and Declan’s
CEO brother, Andrew. Those two have their own fun to figure out as best man and
maid of honor in Shannon and Declan’s wedding! That book is coming sometime in
late 2015.
Excerpt from Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancee:
Shannon
has no idea how many layers of beauty she has. And that’s exactly why she’s so
exquisite.
When I
was sixteen, the year before my mother died, Mom took me and my little brother,
Andrew, to New York City for a long weekend. Pulled us out of school over the
objections of the headmaster at our academy. Mom didn’t care. We spent three
nights at the Waldorf Astoria, skated at Rockefeller Center, had the best seats
at the top Broadway musicals, and dined on the finest footlongs you could get
for $3. Loaded with mustard and sauerkraut, plus a cream soda or two.
(Do
you have something against footlongs? Too bad. Two teenagers can only handle so
much caviar and lobster.)
What I
remember most about that trip, and what Shannon reminds me of every moment I
look at her, was our trip to the Museum of Modern Art. Mom insisted we go, and
Andrew and I rolled our eyes like sets of dice at a craps table.
And
then.
And
then I got it, right there in front of a Vincent van Gogh masterpiece.
In art history class we’d covered this painting in detail. We were taught the
biography of Van Gogh, how he came to create the series of paintings, his
motivation, and his flaws. We’d dissected the meaning so thoroughly that I felt
like I could recreate the art by automation, our elite prep-school instruction
clinical and impeccable.
Standing
in front of the painting, a few feet away, with my eyes trailing the curve of
brush strokes, my mind taking in the nuance of color, my senses dazzled by the
sheer essence of the whole, I halted. Froze. Was completely in the painting’s
spell.
You
can study something in the abstract. Know it’s real somewhere out there in the
world, and understand intellectually that what you read in a book or what
you’re told by someone else is true.
You
have to stand in front of it and have it stare back at you, though, to really know
it.
That’s
how I feel when I look at Shannon. Every single time my eyes find her.
Shannon’s smile is warm and sweet, yet better every time she flashes it at me.
Her honey-colored hair shines in the sunlight but looks richer when it’s
tangled, in bed, highlighted by the moon and messed by me. Those warm
eyes see only me when we’re together. That luscious body craves my touch. My
hands. My...all of it.
When
I’m with her, the world is more nuanced. Deeper. Authentic. Real.
She’s
a work of art, one of a kind. And one I get to hold next to my body, tuck away
in my heart, and...grow old with.
I have
planned the perfect proposal. No footlongs and sauerkraut, unfortunately, but
plenty of lobster, caviar, champagne and—her favorite—tiramisu. (What is it
with women and tiramisu? It’s cream, cheese, sugar, cake and rum, not some
magic potion that generates mouth orgasms. My Y chromosome scratches its head
in confusion, but hey, if it’s her favorite...I give my woman what she wants.)
Dad
gave me Mom’s engagement ring, platinum and diamonds galore, a monstrosity he’d
bought for her nearly four decades ago as his business took off. The ring is
designed to impress. I doubt Shannon would care if I slid a giant hard-candy
ring on her finger instead of a three-carat diamond.
And,
frankly, I don’t care, either. But the thought of my Shannon sharing
such an important part of my mother’s life makes my chest swell. Only
Shannon—and my mom—can do that. Only love can do that.
Plus,
Marie will pass out when she sets eyes on that rock, and that will give us two
minutes of blessed silence. That woman talks more than Kim Kardashian flashes
her naked ass on the internet.
“It’s
not as if your brothers are planning to tie themselves down to one woman any
time soon, if ever,” Dad had said when he gave it to me. He’s about as
sentimental as a pet rock. After having it resized to fit my future fiancée, it
was ready to rest on yet another McCormick woman’s finger.
It was
going to be calculatedly perfect, down to the color of the tablecloth and the
freshness of the roses.
And it
was perfect.
Until Shannon swallowed the ring.
Top 10
Most Embarrassing Moments Caused by Your Future Mother-in-law
10.
That time she banged a spoon against a wine glass to get you to kiss Shannon as
you went out for your first business meeting.
9.
When she invited you to the yoga class she taught and encouraged the old ladies
to pinch your ass.
8.
When she talked about her sex life.
7.
When she talked about her sex life.
6.
When she talked about her sex toys.
5.
Where was I? I just bleached my brain....
4. The
time she stormed into your father’s corporate offices and yelled at him for
blaming you for your mom’s death. And then your future-father-in-law showed up.
And then your dad and future father-in-law got into a brawl worthy of WWF
Wrestling.
3.
When she brought Shannon’s pet cat, Chuckles, to the mall when you were playing
Santa and made the cat wear reindeer antlers.
2.
That time she brought a camera crew to Shannon’s apartment and barged in on you
making love, cameras rolling.
1.
Come to think about it...every waking moment around her.
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Author Bio
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.
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