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text 2019-10-12 02:56
Children's Book Round Up
Maria's Comet - Deborah Hopkinson
The Queen's Cat (First Year at The Palace) - David Rossmaur
Arial the Astronaut - Jelena Stupar,Mary Nhin
My Truly Most Favorite Fluffy Friend: The Value of Friendship - Pamela Tomlin,Tamara Piper

The Queen's Cat and Arial the Astronaut tare the best of this batch of Kindle freebies.  Maria's Comet is a bit too fictional when it would have made a nice non-fiction children's book.  The Fluffy Toy has cuteness and that's about it.

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review 2019-05-18 20:52
Audiobook Review: Fluffy by: Julia Kent (Author) Erin Mallon (Narrator)
Fluffy - Erin Mallon,Julia Kent

 

 

Fluffy is everything you would expect from a Julia Kent novel. Mischievously funny. Irresistibly charming and hard to let go of in the end. I laughed my way to tears. Mal is a tad goofy, but all heart. 

 

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text 2019-05-03 13:40
New book by Julia Kent
Fluffy - Julia Kent

 

 

RELEASE BOOST

Title: Fluffy

Author: Julia Kent

Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 30, 2019

 

An all-new STANDALONE from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent

 

It all started with the wrong Help Wanted ad. Of course it did.

I’m a professional fluffer. It’s NOT what you think. I stage homes for a living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits.

Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I’ll wait.

See? That’s the problem. My career has used the term “fluffer” for decades. I didn’t even know there was a more… lascivious definition of the term.

Until it was too late.

The ad for a “professional fluffer” on Craigslist seemed like divine intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was desperate. Rent was due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day.

The perfect job!

Staging homes means showing your best angle. The same principle applies in making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a “fluffer” doesn’t arrange decorative pillows on a couch.

They arrange other soft, round-ish objects.

The job isn’t hard. Er, I mean, it is — it’s about being hard. Or, well… helping other people to be hard.

Oh, man…

And that’s the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the movie set. Will Lotham – my high school crush. The owner of the house where we’re filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental.

By the time the cops show up, what I thought was just a great house staging gig turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with a naked star, Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in my own naivete.

My job turned out to be so much harder than I expected. But you know what’s easier than I ever imagined?

Having all my dreams come true.

 

 

GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43561153-fluffy

 

 

VIEW ON BOOKBUB:https://www.bookbub.com/books/fluffy-by-julia-kent

 

 

PURCHASE LINKS

 

US: https://amzn.to/2TlLHq4
UK: https://amzn.to/2HDeox5
CA: https://amzn.to/2CTYGbq
AU: https://amzn.to/2sU966r
B&N: http://bit.ly/2DHqWQj
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2TmpND1

Apple Books: https://apple.co/2sXc7D7

Google Play: http://bit.ly/2sVxlkC

Audible: https://adbl.co/2KRgFGR

Paperback: https://amzn.to/2DBcbhs

 

 

Excerpt:

 

“I can't tonight. I have a date,” I blurt out, remembering David. The dating app. The asshole who isn't an asshole.

 

Yet. I haven't met him, so that judgment remains withheld.

 

“A date?” Will asks, intrigued.

 

“Yes. A date. You know, that thing where you go out with someone who has no intention of really getting to know you and you spend the entire time eating bread that doesn’t taste as good as your date claims and trying to decide whether to initiate rescue-text sequences with your mom.”

 

“That’s your idea of a date?”

 

“That is my actual experience of every date I’ve had since college.”

 

“You’re dating the wrong guys.” He holds my gaze for just a little too long. I look away.

 

“I have to keep fishing in the pond if I ever want to catch a different one.”

 

“If that’s the way you talk to your dates, I am beginning to understand why they all turn out so badly.”

 

“Hey!”

 

“What?”

 

“Don’t accuse me of being a bad date. I’m a great date! I Google the guy in advance and read his LinkedIn profile. I make sure I don’t wear super-tall heels in case he lied about his height on his dating profile. I pretend to care about all his hobbies and don’t reveal that I’m secretly tallying all the micro-aggressions he’s sending my way during appetizers and wine. And if he makes it to dessert, well–” I falter.

 

“You never make it to dessert, do you?” Will asks, eyebrows up. He drops them quickly, wincing.

 

“I–well–it’s not that I don’t. He doesn’t!”

 

“He ditches you?”

 

“No! No! It’s just that he always has a thing.”

 

“A thing?”

 

“A work emergency. Or a dog with a twisted bowel. Or a grandma in the ER.”

 

“How many guys used the twisted-canine-intestine thing?”

 

“Three.” I sit down and sag against his teenage desk, elbows sliding forward, fingers deep in my hair. “I looked it up. There’s an entire subreddit devoted to inventive ways to get out of a bad date.”

 

“And yet here you are.” He leans against the edge of his desk. “Trying again.”

 

“I’m a masochist.”

 

His eyes gleam. “Maybe you should start your dates with that line. ‘Hi. I’m Mallory Monahan. I’m a masochist.’ You’d definitely make it to dessert.”

 

AUTHOR BIO

 

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.

 

 

AUTHOR LINKS

 

Website: http://www.jkentauthor.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jkentauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jkentauthor

Newsletter: http://bit.ly/2PIBi9n

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jkentauthor

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/julia-kent

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/jkentauthor

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Julia-Kent/e/B00A99V268

 

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review 2019-04-30 13:28
Release Day!
Fluffy - Julia Kent

Another laugh out loud, fun filled fest by Julia Kent. I loved this book and laughed through most of it. The romance, slapstick comedy and interactions abound with the author’s signature snark and wit. Have fun with this one, well worth the read.

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text 2019-04-30 13:24
Release Day!
Fluffy - Julia Kent

Title: Fluffy
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 30, 2019

 

An all-new STANDALONE from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent

It all started with the wrong Help Wanted ad. Of course it did.
I’m a professional fluffer. It’s NOT what you think. I stage homes for a living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits.
Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I’ll wait.
See? That’s the problem. My career has used the term “fluffer” for decades. I didn’t even know there was a more… lascivious definition of the term.
Until it was too late.
The ad for a “professional fluffer” on Craigslist seemed like divine intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was desperate. Rent was due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day.
The perfect job!
Staging homes means showing your best angle. The same principle applies in making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a “fluffer” doesn’t arrange decorative pillows on a couch.
They arrange other soft, round-ish objects.
The job isn’t hard. Er, I mean, it is — it’s about being hard. Or, well… helping other people to be hard.
Oh, man…
And that’s the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the movie set. Will Lotham – my high school crush. The owner of the house where we’re filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental.
By the time the cops show up, what I thought was just a great house staging gig turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with a naked star, Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in my own naivete.
My job turned out to be so much harder than I expected. But you know what’s easier than I ever imagined?
Having all my dreams come true.


GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43561153-fluffy

VIEW ON BOOKBUB: https://www.bookbub.com/books/fluffy-by-julia-kent

Join the Fluffy Release Party on May 2: https://www.facebook.com/groups/laughyourwaytolove


PURCHASE LINKS

US: https://amzn.to/2TlLHq4 
UK: https://amzn.to/2HDeox5 
CA: https://amzn.to/2CTYGbq 
AU: https://amzn.to/2sU966r 
B&N: http://bit.ly/2DHqWQj 
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2TmpND1
Apple Books: https://apple.co/2sXc7D7
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2sVxlkC
Audible: https://adbl.co/2KRgFGR 
Paperback: https://amzn.to/2DBcbhs

 

Excerpt


“I can't tonight. I have a date,” I blurt out, remembering David. The dating app. The asshole who isn't an asshole.

Yet. I haven't met him, so that judgment remains withheld.

“A date?” Will asks, intrigued.

“Yes. A date. You know, that thing where you go out with someone who has no intention of really getting to know you and you spend the entire time eating bread that doesn’t taste as good as your date claims and trying to decide whether to initiate rescue-text sequences with your mom.”

“That’s your idea of a date?”

“That is my actual experience of every date I’ve had since college.”

“You’re dating the wrong guys.” He holds my gaze for just a little too long. I look away.

“I have to keep fishing in the pond if I ever want to catch a different one.”

“If that’s the way you talk to your dates, I am beginning to understand why they all turn out so badly.”

“Hey!”

“What?”

“Don’t accuse me of being a bad date. I’m a great date! I Google the guy in advance and read his LinkedIn profile. I make sure I don’t wear super-tall heels in case he lied about his height on his dating profile. I pretend to care about all his hobbies and don’t reveal that I’m secretly tallying all the micro-aggressions he’s sending my way during appetizers and wine. And if he makes it to dessert, well–” I falter.

“You never make it to dessert, do you?” Will asks, eyebrows up. He drops them quickly, wincing.

“I–well–it’s not that I don’t. He doesn’t!”

“He ditches you?”

“No! No! It’s just that he always has a thing.”

“A thing?”

“A work emergency. Or a dog with a twisted bowel. Or a grandma in the ER.”

“How many guys used the twisted-canine-intestine thing?”

“Three.” I sit down and sag against his teenage desk, elbows sliding forward, fingers deep in my hair. “I looked it up. There’s an entire subreddit devoted to inventive ways to get out of a bad date.”

“And yet here you are.” He leans against the edge of his desk. “Trying again.”

“I’m a masochist.”

His eyes gleam. “Maybe you should start your dates with that line. ‘Hi. I’m Mallory Monahan. I’m a masochist.’ You’d definitely make it to dessert.”

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