Random on Tour: Las Vegas by Julia Kent ❤️ Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway ❤️ (Romantic Comedy)

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Now, you know my mama’s a gambler (sweeper, whatever….), so I guess I got to blame her for a little of this.

When the band got invited to do a big gig here in Las Vegas, I was so excited. Really excited. And when we got here, I was dazzled.

A little too dazzled. I blame the lights and the money and does Vegas pump a scent through the entire town that makes you think you’re a winner, or what?

Because I gambled all our money away. And by “our,” I mean the band’s money. All of it. Every dang cent.

Only no one knows. They’d kill me. So I have to find a way to make all that money back.

I have an idea. I got a good body and a smart mind.

(Quit laughing).

I can do this. I can fix this.

Really.

It’s just gonna get a little weird for a while.

Random on Tour: Las Vegas is the 9th book in Julia Kent’s New York Times bestselling Random series. When the band performs in Vegas, anything goes – including Darla’s dignity and all of the band’s savings. When a savior appears, though, there’s a trade-off for being rescued. A big one. How far is Darla willing to go?

Oh, please. It’s Darla. Like you have to even wonder…

This book is told from the point of view of Darla, Trevor and Joe.

“How about a blow job?”

“What?”

“A blow job.”

“We’re in the middle of a fight and you want me to put your dick in my mouth?”

“Yes.”

“And you think I should just give you that because...”

“Because it’s the best way to get over this tension.”

“I’m not feeling any tension.”

“Maybe you are,” I argued, touching the line of her jaw with my fingertips. It was the first time either of us had touched the other and I knew I was breaking my own rule. My old rule. I reached out for connection. In the past, I’d have viewed that as weak.

Now, I thought it made me more mature. Definitely more mature than Darla.

Which meant I won.

The blow job would just be a bonus.

“Where am I feeling tense, Joe?”

“In your jaw. It needs a good stretch.”

If Darla wore glasses, she’d have peered at me over them, but her eyebrows flying up and her chin tipping down was close enough.

“Besides, it’s hard to be mad at someone when you have their dick in your mouth,” I added in a low voice, trying to butter her up, turned on the longer we talked.

“You know this from experience?”

“What? No!”

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.