“It was funny and irreverant like Wallbanger, but deep and moving like Barbara Elsbourg’s Strangers. That is a tough mix to pull off. I should warn you though, this book should come with a surgeon general’s warning: ‘Do not start this book if you have any where to be, anything to do or need to pretend to be remotely interested in conversations with breathing human beings that are not currently also reading this book.’ Enjoy!” — Amazon reader review
“Random Acts of Crazy one of the best if not the best books I’ve read in a long time. Could not put it down. I laugh so hard my side hurt. Thank God I didn’t pee myself!! Congratulations on such an awesome read.” — Goodreads reader review
“Be warned, this is not your mother’s romance. It’s hard and gritty and smacks you in the face like that burst of heat when you first open an oven door, which is exactly what makes it a refreshing change from a typical sticky sweet love story.” — Featured Staff Pick from Cat at All Romance eBooks
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?
As my Aunt Josie says sometimes, “It’s always complicated.”
Julia Kent turned to writing romance novels after learning that she could not work as a fighter pilot because her fear of flying disqualified her. Turning to her second love, she became a dog groomer, but had to abandon that job after adopting too many strays. Writing about very real, very flawed people is a natural extension of her life and, well, her. She lives on the east coast with her partner, two small children, seventeen dogs that weigh less than fifteen pounds each, and a monthly consumption of Nutella, brie and french bread that makes cardiologists cringe.
She is originally from Ohio.
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