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"Ms. Kent's 'Random Acts' series gets better with each addition. I loved this story of Charlotte and Liam. It had everything...strong characters, laugh out loud moments, angst and a great ending. I cannot wait for the next installment." -- Amazon reviewer

"WOW!! Hot, steamy, yummy, emotional, love, seduction, toys, sexy, and fantastic!!! Julia, you always please your fans and I can't thank you enough. This Random Acts of Crazy book has to be my favorite and I didn't think you'd take that away from RAOF. Liam and Charlotte's story is emotional, heartfelt, loving, gut wrenching, want-to-cry-that-good!! I had to read the first chapter twice because IT IS THAT AMAZING!" -- Goodreads reviewer

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.

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Random Acts of Hope by Julia Kent

The New York Times bestselling series continues....

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.

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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.

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William is a busy executive, newly arrived in the United States from England. Life for him is all about minimizing complications. He doesn't have the time nor the inclination to share his life with anyone, to have obligations outside of work, or to become entangled in a relationship with an emotional basket case of a woman who’s desperately seeking her Prince Charming. But he does see the value in having an attractive woman in his arm for networking purposes ...

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Check out this AMAZING review for Random Acts of Fantasy over at Fresh Fiction!

"Julia Kent's RANDOM ACTS OF FANTASY, book three in her Random series hits all the same salaciously hilarious notes as the previous two (and indeed as in many of her other series.) Darla, Joe and Trevor are still feeling their way in their relationship, when the band gets a gig that may be the start of the big time. Think Spinal Tap meets Fantasy Island."

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Another new excerpt from Random Acts of Hope, coming July 29: Meet Charlotte

TRIGGER WARNING: Random Acts of Hope deals with the topic of miscarriage. On a personal note, I've had four of them, so this is an issue that I write about not only from a fictional perspective, but from an experiential one. For those who might have a hard time reading about miscarriage, I'm letting you know up front. While my books have humor in them, at no point is miscarriage treated lightly. Please know that I've worked hard to treat the topic with sensitivity and compassion.  <3

Charlotte

What was Liam McCarthy doing at a bachelorette party, dressed as a— 

Oh. 

OH! 

Liam was the “talent,” as Bridget had called the stripper team coming at 9 p.m. I’d done plenty of sex toy parties, and bachelorette soirees were top on the list for buying all sorts of devices. Especially fortysomething third-time brides, because their friends weren’t, um…shy. Get a group of twentysomethings together to go through the catalogue and you get loads of snickers and self-conscious giggles. 

Gather them twenty years later and you get stories, reviews, and evaluations. These women knew their battery-powered love. 

Liam. Just looking at him made my heart pound so hard it could be a pulse setting on a shower spray. Jesus. I hadn’t seen Liam in five years. 

My hand went instinctively to my belly. I snatched it away like it was on fire. Five years ago Liam McCarthy got me pregnant and dumped me the moment I told him. 

Over the phone. 

And now I was seeing him for the first time since that pivotal call, the second-worst moment of my life. 

The worst? 

When I miscarried in my dorm bathroom at college five weeks later. 

“Charlotte!” Sybil McCarthy’s shout pierced the air. This party was the first time she’d spoken to me in five years. Too much of my past was roaring forward right now. The buzz of vibrators on the kitchen linoleum faded as she dipped her perfectly coiffed head and hissed in my ear. 

“Did you and Liam plan this?” 

“Plan what?” My voice dripped with contempt. I couldn’t help it. My hands started to shake, and a thick wall of white rage filled my chest. She’d never called. Never said a word. Shunned me if we walked past each other at the grocery store or at a town event.

Me. The woman who’d carried her grandchild for a short time. All too short. 

A wave of pain shot through my belly, almost folding me in half. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, though. I forced myself to stand even taller, dwarfing her by a good half foot. Liam had loved that about me—the freakish, six-foot-tall girl was a perfect match for Mr. Nordic. 

Sybil seemed taken aback. She expected meek little Charlotte from years ago, didn’t expect to be challenged. Tough shit, lady. I bled your grandchild out into a toilet in a 1920s dorm on campus without any help. You don’t get any respect from me. 

“Plan…this. It’s quite…” She chuckled without mirth, searching for the right words. “… unorthodox for you to be selling dildos while Liam is the beefcake.” 

“Sybil,” I said coldly, flashing a smile and giving another partygoer my index finger, asking her to hang on, “I haven’t seen Liam in five years. You’ve treated me like a piece of radioactive dog shit every time I got within one hundred feet of you in town. I hardly think I’m about to sabotage one of the biggest parties I’ve had in this business so I can ogle a man who did what he did to me.” 

I walked three steps before she yanked, hard, on my hand. I stumbled, my eyes catching Liam’s just as she pulled me back. 

“What he did to you?” she said hoarsely. “What you did to him was so disgusting. A high school senior who—” 

Liam’s voice cut through her rant just as my hand itched, pulled up nice and tight to deck her. 

“Let her go, Mom.” 

Titters rippled through the crowd. “Mom?” they whispered. 

“I will not let her rewrite history, Liam," she hissed. 

His cold eyes took us both in, and he took a deep breath. Thirty sets of female eyes were on him now, and even in my white wall of rage I could see how amazing he was. The boy with so much promise from five years ago had filled out into a giant, cut-marble statue of a man. He exuded masculinity, and even my shallow breaths infused me with his musk, a mixture of soap, aftershave, sweat, and something else that made every part of my body want to press against his. 

He reached up to his neckline and a ragged ripping sound filled the room as his uniform peeled off and he stood there in a g-string that was so tiny it might as well have been Rob Ford’s chances of becoming prime minister. 

And then Liam McCarthy showed me just how much of a man he’d become.

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Random Acts of Hope excerpt -- releasing July 29!

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Liam

The last thing I expected to find when I walked into the kitchen of this Friday night gig was to see eight vibrators twitching furiously on the tile floor in various states of orgasm-inducing glory. 

The giant black dildo with huge, egg-shaped bulbous balls at the base was winning. A close second, the pink rabbit with the little clit extenders tried to catch up. Next came a two-inch silver bullet, flailing off to the right but occasionally making a giant leap forward. The other four, a rag-tag assemblage of peach and brown flesh-colored rubbery plastic, seemed to cluster around the refrigerator as if stoned, lolling about aimlessly after getting their hands on a quarter bag and a limitless supply of nachos. 

Ah, yes. The famous vibrator races at a sex toy party. I’d heard about this from one of the other bachelorette party strippers, but I’d never actually seen one. 

Check that off my list. 

I assumed that would be the biggest surprise tonight as I hovered behind the crowd in my police officer’s costume, ready to “arrest” the bride and handcuff her to my partner Jack, the other stripper, who would then undress and pretend to get teabagged by her. 

Yeah – I know. It’s pretty programmed, right? But that’s what the maid of honor always asks for. 

And the customer is always right. 

Tonight, though, was full of unexpected curves (and I don’t just mean the women). 

Because when I looked at one of the chicks on all fours, cheering that big old black vibrator to victory, I realized that wasn’t just any woman. 

That was Charlotte. 

My ex-girlfriend. 

The one who cheated on me, got pregnant with another man’s baby, tore my heart out of my chest while it was still beating and videotaped herself eating it topless, then uploaded to YouTube and made it go viral on Facebook. 

Or something like that. Minus the videotape part. 

A quick step back into the shadows and I evaded being recognized. Shit. Of all the nights for Sam to be assigned to a different party. Jack was my stripping partner and he was too new to do the job alone. Besides, he was a baby face and these cougars would eat him alive. Charlotte lowered the average of of the women at this party by five years. 

Scanning the room, I took inventory of the bride and her friends. Second marriage, I guessed. Or third. You never knew once the women were over forty. That meant this scene could get down and dirty, because there was nothing hornier than a perimenopausal woman at a bachelorette party with sex toys, an open bar, and permission to get naughty. 

Nothing. 

“The Determinator appears to be in the lead, ladies!” Charlotte called out. “And you can find the order forms for all the fun toys out in the living room. Twenty percent off on all the twelve-inch models,” she added, winking. The pink Rabbit surged ahead, making a last-minute sprint as my dinner threatened to come up. 

My eyes were only for Charlotte, though. Five years had made her just get more luscious. God damn. Ass and tits that made the air catch in my throat and the blood flow south. Professional hazard, that – don’t ever get a hard on at a job. The women took it as an air traffic controller’s signal, like glowing lights pointing them to dock right there. 

She dressed professionally, wearing a plum-colored fuzzy v-neck sweater that contoured to the swell of breasts 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 had to be here, of all places. 

And she had to be so fine. 

“Ooooh, honey, you’re one big officer,” said a sultry voice behind me. 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 Holy shit. 

That voice? That hand? 

That was my mother. 

“Liam Daniel McCarthy, what on earth do you think you are doing here?” my mother screeched. Mom doesn’t make sounds like hoot owls, and if I weren’t practically gagging from the thought of her touching my ass, I’d have laughed in her face. 

Which meant I was in the uncomfortable position of being thankful she’d just touched my ass, because laughing in her face right now was definitely the wrong approach. 

Her eyes combed over me in a decidedly different way. I felt like I was being catalogued by a nun. At a bachelorette party. 

Just then, a stray dildo buzzed over Mom’s foot, making her jump. The purple rabbit sputtered and coughed like it was dying of consumption. 

I kind of envied it. 

“I’m working.” The less said, the better. I tried to pull her aside so this conversation could be private, but Mom had other plans. 

“You’re working?” Her eyes combed over me, knowing exactly what she saw but not letting herself believe it. “You’re a...a...oh, dear God.” 

So I started stripping for money. With a body like this, who wouldn’t? To quote Louise, the owner of the entertainment company where I work, “You’re six and a half feet of golden boy, muscled delight. Who wouldn’t want to hire you?” 

Mom couldn’t help with finances, so... 

“When did you decide to go into such a depraved occupation?” 

“When did you decided to take advantage of people in my depraved occupation? And by the way, most women who grope my ass like that tip me at least $5.” I held out my palm. 

She slapped it away. Bridget, the maid of honor for the bride and the one who hired me, walked over. Round and airy, she looked at least ten years younger than I imagined, and she dressed like someone out of a parody of what an art history professor looks like. 

Wide stripes and bright colors, like she threw the Mexican flag into a blender with a tie-dye t-shirt. 

“Is everything okay, Sybil?” she asked Mom. “Is this man...” her eyes traveled up and down my body like Mom’s had a minute ago, except mom hadn’t parted her lips and licked them slowly, then swallowed hard. The flush that crept up Sybil’s cheeks made me wonder who many orders she’d put on her sex toy form that Charlotte was distributing with big smiles to the thirty or so party attendees. 

Charlotte. 

“...bothering you?” Bridge finally added after she stopped undressing me with her eyes. Undressing? Hell, that woman had me tied to a brass four-post bed with red silk scarves and a Costco-sized bucket of hot fudge by the bedside. 

“This is my son,” Mom said flatly. Disappointment oozed out of her. 

“Your son?” Bridget’s incredulity and shock came out so loud and clear heads turned.
But not Charlotte’s. She knew damn well I was right here and she was avoiding me about as well as you could in the small apartment. 

My blood ran cold at the same time that every muscle tensed, because fuck that. If anyone had a right to be the ignorer it was me. After what she did five years ago... 

A handful of women I vaguely recognized came over to see what was going on between me and Mom. I recognized Janice Knightly, Mom’s old boss at the living history museum where she used to work, and then another woman from the historical foundation where she works now. What was her name? The one with the fake tits and the crooked teeth? 

“Celeste, could we have some privacy?” Mom hissed to her. I took a step away and Mom grabbed my forearm. “Oh, no, sir. You’re not getting away.” 

“I have a job to do,” I said through gritted teeth. Celeste shot me a flirty look, which was weird coming from a woman who used a walker and had blue hair. Then again, Ben Franklin said all cats are grey in the night. I had a flash of my days on the island of Eden, where a group of cougars had passed me around like a joint at a Grateful Dead concert. I was well Bogarted by the end. 

My eyes couldn’t stay away from Charlotte, though, who was bent over an order form, her pen perched between her lips like she was sucking it off and waiting for the money shot. I grew hard instantly at the idea of those red lips giving my cock a nice ring around the base. 

God damn Charlotte. 

Celeste made a smug sound. I looked down to find her staring at my crotch. “I still got it,” she muttered. Mom shot her a confused look and I went limp. 

“You are not about to take your clothes off for money in front of my friends!” Mom choked out. Her hair was blonder than usual, with highlights that looked like little stripes in her hair. She was forty-seven now – or was it forty-eight? I never remembered, but I was close enough. Her eyes had too much mascara and she looked overpainted, like someone about to go on stage. This wasn’t the Mom I’d just seen at home two weeks ago in Belmont, grilling outside and kicking back with some good, local chocolate beers. 

When did she become so...cougarish? The leopard print thing she had going on only added to a sense of desperation I didn’t even want to think about. 

“Does Paul know you’re here?” I asked, keeping my voice casual. Bringing up her latest boyfriend was intentional. Fuck if I was going to let her treat me like a child. I was stripping down to my g-string and going home with my hundred in tips whether she liked it or not. She could blindfold herself to get through it, for all I cared. 

I bet Charlotte had blindfolds somewhere in that sample kit. 

And I was hard again. 

“This is what I do for a living, Mom.” I moved my hips in a shimmy, doing my best Magic Mike imitation. Celeste started swiveling her hips in a robotic way, and I wondered if both were artificial. Then she shifted closer to bump up against my ass. 

“Celeste!” Mom barked. Her eyes, the same blue as mine, looked like panicked “O”s. “That’s my son! You babysat him when he was a toddler!” 

I did a few low-grade pelvic thrusts in the general direction of Celeste and she giggled like a schoolgirl. “And a fine, fine young man you’ve raised here, Sybil.” 

Mom threw her hands up in horror as Bridget just stared at me. Then I realized she wasn’t staring – she was aiming her phone at me and Celeste, recording away. 

Eh. I’ve had worse things uploaded on YouTube, and I’m sure I’ll have even more in the future, if life goes my way. Can’t be a rock star and not have a ridiculous viral video, right? I hammed it up and came in for some rubbing against Celeste as Mom stormed off and confronted Charlotte across the room, pointing and glaring at me. 

Charlotte still wouldn’t look. 

Oh, yeah? 

I’d make her look.

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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.

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 butt.

"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.

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A tiny teaser from Random Acts of Hope, coming July 29

Words could be uttered in the harsh light of day, could be parried and exchanged, volleyed and thrown like a weapon, a curse, a balm, and prayer.

But touch? There was really only one way to properly touch a woman.

And I needed so badly to show Charlotte exactly how I did it.

Her hand sank into my hair, roamed down my sweaty back, slid over my jeans-covered ass, making me clench and push into her, driving my hard self into her soft curves. My hands filled with her, the lean and the lush hills and valleys of that body that had changed so much in five years, yet felt exquisitely the same.

God, I’d missed her.

And then, with a massive shove, the cold air between us shocked me. Her eyes glittered in the security light that warped everything I saw in the dark room, and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand in a way that felt like I was being accused of something I didn’t intend.

-- Liam, from Random Acts of Hope, coming July 29!

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