It all started with a game of Truth or Dare… It’s bad enough I got arrested for prostitution on Christmas Eve. Alleged prostitution, mind you. I didn’t do it. Of course I didn’t. The cops say I offered up a certain sex act for a $5 gasoline gift card, but honey? My sex acts are worth way, way more. So when I tried to explain what happened to the person who came and bailed me out of jail, she wasn’t exactly impressed. Because it was my boyfriend’s mother. Now, I got two boyfriends, so Murphy’s Law said it had to be the mother I hate the most. And she hates me right back. Even more now that I lost her son. That’s right. Where in the hell are Joe and Trevor? It’s Christmas Eve, and I keep getting pictures on social media showing Joe and Trevor all oiled up in g-strings that look like candy canes, dancing with a bunch of well-coiffed older women. I, on the other hand, am wearing Santa pants, flip flops, and smell like jail cell pee. That game of Truth or Dare turns out to be way more dangerous than anyone expected. And our savior? It ain’t the baby Jesus. Not the three wise men. No little drummer boy. Not even the donkey that carried the Virgin Mary on its back while she howled for an epidural. Nope. Can you guess? That’s right. Mavis the Chicken. Can she help us out of this clustercluck? * * * Merry Random Christmas is the eighth book in the New York Times bestselling Random series. Join the gang on Christmas Eve as Darla is unfairly arrested, Trevor and Joe are forced to become strippers, and candy canes appear in places where sugar is a bad, bad idea in this crazy, rollicking romp.

The last ever-loving thing I ever thought I’d become is a hypocrite. A big, fat one. Joe doesn’t even want me to meet his parents. Trevor’s fine with it, but only if they keep thinking I’m his girlfriend. And only his girlfriend. He doesn’t want that pesky little thing called truth to get in the way. Both of them are my boyfriends. Both. So then my mama goes and gets engaged – the woman rediscovered her hoohaw! – and I have to head back home to meet my new stepdaddy and attend her wedding. And she wants me to bring my boyfriend with me. Um...which one? This is where the hypocrisy thing comes in, because I’ve never told her what’s really going on with me and my boyfriends. Funny how making that word plural ends with a hiss. The easiest thing to do is to tell the truth, right? That’s what I’ve been telling Trevor and Joe for more than a year and a half, and now that the tables are turned on me, what do I do? Break up with them and run back home. I never dreamed they’d follow me from Boston back to my trailer park in Ohio. And claim me for their own. Random Acts of Love is the fifth book in the series that started with Random Acts of Crazy, the New York Times bestselling book that introduced readers to Darla, Trevor and Joe. When Darla has to face her own demons (and hypocrisy) by going back home, she learns that love means admitting who you really are to everyone -- including yourself.

From New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent comes the third in her Random series:You ever really think that you'll win the lottery? Meet Mr. Right? How about two Mr. Rights?Somehow the universe is handing me everything I want (except for that lottery part...), and I don't like it. Not one little bit. Because just when you get all your dreams handed to you on a silver platter, that's when an airplane dumps its sewage on your house. Or your mama's diabetes takes a bad turn. Or your mobile phone gets stuck in your hoohaw.(What? It happens…)Boring old average me got everything I wanted already, moving from small-town Ohio to big-city Boston to follow my heart. So when the fancy invitation offering me a pile of money to come with the band, Random Acts of Crazy, to perform on an island resort and be their manager arrived, I thought it was a cosmic joke. Enough money to help my mama get what she needed, five days in sunny paradise, and a shot at greatness for the band? Unreal. One big shoe was waiting to drop. On my head.Just like no one really ever finds a naked man wearing only a guitar standing by the side of the road hitchhiking and ends up falling in love with him and his friend and moving halfway across the country for true love, no one gets an invitation to come to what turns out to be a resort where people make what me and Joe and Trevor do together look like a chaste peck on the cheek. But...Well.I guess these things do happen.To me.

Randomly Ever After: Sam and AmyA case of mistaken identity makes fists fly as an old rivalry threatens Sam's long-planned proposal to Amy. Can a surprise serenade with a song written for her on a rooftop at night make up for old mistakes as their future hangs in the balance?

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 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, and that 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.

Who needs a SWAT team to escape from their own wedding? Me. My Momzilla turned us into hostages at our own ceremony, so Declan and I are getting married the good old-fashioned way, just like everybody else. By calling in his private security team, stealing away before the ceremony by helicopter, connecting to his corporate jet and heading for Las Vegas. The Boston wedding of the year is about to become a trashy Elvis drive-thru ceremony. Until the best man spills the beans and Mom, Dad, my sisters, his brothers, my maid of honor, my friend Josh, and even my cat, Chuckles, all come along for the ride. I can’t win, can I? Oh. Yeah. I already did. Love conquers all. Even my crazy family. Shopping for a Billionaire's Wife is the 8th book in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series. After Declan convinces Shannon to escape from their own wedding minutes before the ceremony begins, the madcap adventures are just getting started. When the mother of the bride pries their location out of the tortured best man, the whole crazy crew follows the bride and groom to Las Vegas in this romantic comedy from Julia Kent.**

With Mike and Dylan’s help, Laura has overcome her postpartum blues and is revved and rarin’ to go...with two very exhausted new dads! Meanwhile, Mike is feeling something new—jealousy?—in his relationship with Laura and Dylan, which throws him off center and makes him question his sense of self. Having everything they ever wanted, the trio works on finding ways to balance their inner and outer worlds while keeping the embers stoked.For Alex and Josie, a growing commitment has one of them pleased—and the other uneasy. Josie lets Alex “move in,” which means he can store a toothbrush at her apartment. He's ready for more. Way more.Relationships deepen, babies grow up, Laura learns to ski, Josie skates on thin ice, and the gang finds over time that the hardest part of falling in love isn't the love part—it’s the falling.

I don’t turn every date into a medical emergency, but when I do, I nearly castrate my man…Shannon and Declan’s first real date ends with an ambulance trip and yet another test of their madcap relationship. Ex-boyfriend Steve insists on dinner with Shannon while Declan is overseas on business, but a surprise return leads to plenty of romance as Declan whisks her away for a ride over Boston (in more ways than one…).Just as life and love look good, a misunderstanding takes on a sinister tone as a conspiracy brews to keep them apart. Julia Kent’s hilarious Shopping series continues.Part 3 of a 4-part series.

I’m thrilled to be the maid of honor in my friend’s wedding, but the best man, Andrew McCormick, is a chauvinistic pig with a God complex. And I can’t stop kissing him in closets. (Don’t ask.) He’s the brother of the groom and the CEO of my biggest mystery shopping account, but suddenly he’s refusing to be in the wedding. He won’t talk about it. Won’t see reason. He’s such a man. And he still won’t stop kissing me in random closets. (Thank goodness.) I’m a fixer. That’s what I do. I can fix anything if given the chance. But when the game is fixed there’s only so much I can do. The ball’s in his court now. Game on. Shopping for a CEO is the 7th book in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping series. When CEO Andrew McCormick and mystery shopper Amanda Warrick find themselves in the unlikely position as maid of honor and best man in the Boston society wedding of the year, an undeniable attraction and dual stubborn streaks add fuel to the fire in this romantic comedy from Julia Kent.**

From New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent: Six months after having her baby, Laura finds that her relationships have cooled, even as her naughty desires heat up her eReader. When their best friends take the baby for an overnight, Mike and Dylan show Laura just how alpha they can both be, as Laura surrenders herself to them with complete abandon. In this novella that continues the New York Times bestselling series, Her Billionaires, Julia Kent explores what happens when Happily Ever After means learning that lust, trust and love are processes that need to be practiced...over and over...in order to grow. ****This novella was originally published in the Unraveled boxed set. Includes a sneak preview of a surprise novella that continues the story! Coming soon!**

We skipped right over the whole fiancée thing and went straight from girlfriend to wife. At least, I think that’s what happened. I wake up after my brother’s Vegas wedding reception with my luscious girlfriend in bed with me. We’re both wearing wedding rings. So is her coworker, Josh. And our Vegas chauffeur, Geordi. Who the hell am I married to? Unraveling this mystery will be as difficult as figuring out why Amanda and I are having panic attacks over the thought of being husband and wife. Or whoever we’re actually married to. Oh, ^%$#. It’s true that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, with one exception: If she’s my wife, we’ll make it work. If she’s not? I’ll make it happen.