You know what’s even better than marrying a
billionaire? Having his baby.
We’re ready. We’ve studied and planned, read all the
birth and labor books, researched parenting classes,
consulted our schedules, and it’s time.
And by we I mean me.
Declan’s just ready for the “have lots of sex” part.
More than ready.
But there’s just one problem: my husband and his
brother have this little obsession with competition.
And by little, I mean stupid.
We’re not just about to try to bring a new human
being into the world.
We have to do it better, Faster, Stronger.
Harder.McCormick men don’t just have babies.
They engage in competitive billionaire Babythons.
I thought the hardest part about getting pregnant
would be dealing with my grandchild-crazed mother,
who will go nuts shopping for a billionaire’s baby.
Between conception issues, my mother’s desire to
talk to the baby through a hoo-haw cam, a childbirth
class led by a drill sergeant and a father-in-law
determined to sign the kid up for prep school before
Declan even pulls out, my pregnancy has turned out
to be one ordeal after the other.
But it’s nothing — nothing — compared to the actual birth.
Shopping for a Billionaire’s Baby is the newest book
in Julia Kent’s New York Times bestselling romantic
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.