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Julia Kent

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?

* * *

Random Acts of Crazy (a New York Times and USA Today bestseller) is a standalone, full-length novel (300+ pages, 85,000 words) featuring Darla Jo Jennings. It has, like many new adult novels, an exploration of identity for the three main characters, doesn't shy away from mature content, and Darla has a sailor's mouth.

Be warned. Be ready. But most of all — prepare to be random. ;)

Sebastian York

Andi Arndt

Tad Branson

Prosaic Press

Random

Random Acts of Crazy

I swear I am not the kind of person who gets her cell phone caught in places that require an ER trip and an OBGYN.

But, apparently, I am.

I’m also not the kind of person who spends all her time thinking about the guy who got away.

But, apparently, I am, too.

Starting a new life in Boston isn’t supposed to include repeatedly embarrassing myself in public, meeting a crazy blond woman who has ties to the band Random Acts of Crazy, and definitely isn’t supposed to include wallowing in a past I thought I’d left behind four years ago.

But, apparently, it does.

And the drummer for the band, Sam Hinton, is the boy I loved in high school and who disappeared with my heart. Now he’s back, better than ever.

Second chances aren’t supposed to make scars disappear and hearts mend.

But, apparently, they can.

If you trust enough.

* * *

Fate took their lives by storm four years ago and put an unbreachable gulf between Sam and Amy. Can time really heal all wounds…or are some scars too deep?

The second book in the Random series (after New York Times and USA Today bestseller Random Acts of Crazy), Random Acts of Trust is a romantic comedy that explores the love between one man, one woman, and ends with one Happily Ever After (and no cliffhangers or chickens!).

And you’ll never look at a cell phone the same way again.

Random Acts of Trust

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.

Random Acts of Fantasy

She dressed professionally, wearing a plum-colored fuzzy v-neck sweater that contoured to the swell of a rack I remembered so well, legs encased in a slim pencil skirt that embellished those creamy hips I could imagine naked with a flicker of memory, lips painted fire-engine red and that maniac-inducing fifties pin-up girl look that I’d dismissed as silly when the girls in college wore it – but that made her smoking hot.

Down, boy.

God damn Charlotte, my ex-girlfriend, had to be here, of all places. At a bachelorette party where I was a stripper, dressed in a cop uniform with pants that suddenly got way too tight.

And she had to be so fine.

“Ooooh, honey, you’re one big officer, ” said a sultry voice behind me as I watched Charlotte in the other room, chatting with the bride.

A hand stroked my hip and hesitated before sliding a bit lower, filling a palm with my ass. “Arrest me, Officer. I’ve been a bad, bad girl. ”

With one look at the source of the voice, my night went from Oh, man to Oh, no.

That voice? That hand?

That was my mother.

Random Acts of Hope is the fourth book in the romantic comedy Random series, and features guitar player Liam McCarthy from the band, Random Acts of Crazy. Five years ago, Liam and his girlfriend, Charlotte Greyson, were deeply in love. When a betrayal eviscerates them both, each clings to their separate truths as an anchor to navigate the perfect storm.

But when the biggest ego in the band reconnects with the only woman who stole his heart, sparks fly in this sequel that asks whether you can believe in the impossible without sacrificing every ideal you hold – in order to find a love bigger than you ever imagined.

Random Acts of Hope

I was ready to propose and I got upstaged by a snake.

Not a real one.

My bandmate.

A case of mistaken identity almost derailed my proposal to Amy, but in the end, love prevailed.

And my hand hurts from the punch, but it was worth it.

She’s worth it.

But I really need an ice pack now.

Though a kiss from Amy and that yes are even better.

Random Acts of Yes is a short story in the Random Acts world, with drummer Sam Hinton proposing to his longtime girlfriend, Amy. Enjoy this short, sweet, and a little steamy peek at the gang as the Random series continues.

This is a 60-page short story set in the Random series after Random Acts of Hope and features all of the main characters from the first four Random books (except for Mavis the Chicken. Sorry.)

Random Acts of Yes

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.

Random Acts of Love

I guzzled another flute of Champagne and froze, the liquid in my throat, waiting to be swallowed.

Tyler was here.

We’d met a few times before, in passing. He was the substitute bass player for the band; I was the lead guitar player’s girlfriend’s best friend. In that weird sort of social circle thing where Venn diagrams get laid over different groups, Tyler and I were bound to be in the crossover once in a while.

He looked so hot. Short brown hair. A few days of beard. Bright green eyes that were more guarded than a Russian mobster’s. He was sleeved, the colorful tattoos a tapestry, but every time I met him I couldn’t quite see them. We only saw each other in dark concert halls, or tonight, under the stars.

He gave Sam a rare smile and a hearty handshake, forearm muscles bulging. I wondered what it would be like to have those hands on me. My fingers tracing those tats. Listening to him tell me the story of his body while he forgave mine.

Forgave it for failing me.

I shook my head fast to banish the thoughts that drew me into places so dark they became black holes of the soul. The gravity of trauma had a way of sucking all the good into it, and tonight I wasn’t going to let that happen. The opposite, in fact.

Tonight I was going to sleep with Tyler.

He didn’t know it yet, but that was okay. He would. Soon.

* * *

Random Acts of LA is the 7th book in the New York Times bestselling Random series, the ongoing story of the up-and-coming rock band, Random Acts of Crazy. When the band's bass player, Joe Ross, gets injured in an unfortunate sex act that gains nationwide coverage, it's tatted-up Tyler (aka ""Frown"") to the rescue for their first big concert.

There's only one problem: the morning of his flight to L.A. he wakes up to find someone's stolen all his money, his bass, his ID, and his pride. When he shows up at Maggie's doorstep to ask her to drive him from their hometown of St. Louis all the way to L.A., these two damaged people learn quickly that being independent doesn't always mean being free...

[Note: formerly published under the title Random on Tour: Los Angeles]

Random Acts of LA

It all started with a game of Truth or Dare…

It’s bad enough I got arrested for being a “Lady of the Night” on Christmas Eve. First of all, I ain’t no lady. Second, it was alleged, mind you. I didn’t do it. Of course I didn’t. The cops say I offered up a certain lewd act for a $5 gasoline gift card, but honey? 

My lewd 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?

* * *

Random Acts of 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.

[Note: this book was previously published under the title Merry Random Christmas]

Random Acts of Christmas

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 Acts of Vegas is the ninth 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 even have to wonder…

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

[Note: this book was previously published under the title Random on Tour: Las Vegas]

Random Acts of Vegas

New Year’s Eve. Times Square. I booked the room over a year ago, with the view of the ball dropping. I’ll propose to Charlotte and drop to my knee at the stroke of midnight.

At least, that’s the plan.

But nothing in my life ever goes as planned. Between a last-minute gig that takes me away from her, a blast-from-the-past boyfriend of Charlotte’s, and the resurrection of Esme the blow-up doll, I have to fight for my right —

To make her my wife.

Charlotte. Not Esme. Because that's just gross, man. What's wrong with you?

Liam is finally ready to pop the question to Charlotte after years together, but a last-minute gig and a heaping dose of fate in the form of Darla makes the road to marriage a little bumpier than expected.

Welcome to the Random series, where people propose to chickens, snakes fall in love with blow-up dolls, cell phones become medical devices, and love conquers all, in tune and with three-part harmony.

Random Acts of New Year

You know those television stories about the woman who goes to the emergency room thinking she has a bad case of indigestion or kidney stones or a burst appendix and she comes home with a bouncing baby boy?

Stupid woman, right? Who the hell doesn’t know she’s pregnant for nine and a half months? I used to think those mamas were one block short of a level trailer.

Used to.

Random Acts of Baby is the 11th book in Julia Kent's New York Times bestselling series as Darla, Trevor, and Joe go on a long, crazy journey involving a baby, living two lives, and learning who you can count on most when you need a helping hand.

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