Hey all!

This email is going to be jam-packed with sneak peeks of what I have coming for you in the next few months. So get your scrolling fingers ready!

First up, is a more detailed look at what you can expect to receive in a blind book box without spoiling the surprise. Because as we've already mentioned, every box is unique, handpicked, and packed with care. But since surprises can be as nerve-racking as they are exciting, take a gander at these sample images. 👇

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Now... do you remember our 2025 Advent box and how amazing it was?

This year, we're doing things a little differently! Our 2026 Kylie Kent Advent will be hosted by Kickstarter with three tier options for you! Including a 12-Day Advent and a 24-Day Advent.

The Kickstarter campaign will launch on June 11th. Click the image and hit the "follow project" button to be notified when it's live. More info to come!

Resisting His Charm hits the shelves on June, 26. While you are waiting, how about a little sneak peek of Poppy and Sammie Junior's book,

SNEAK PEEK:

“Ma’am, you really do need to listen to your friend here and get down off my bar,” I say, looking back up at the woman.

Long, blonde locks flick around her cheeks as she shakes her head at me. Then she kneels down until her face is close to being level with mine. “Do I look old enough to be a ma’am to you?”

“No, ma’am.” I smirk.

“It’s Poppy. And you, sir, are ruining my Coyote Ugly moment.” Her finger pushes out and taps against my nose.

I blink in surprise at her. People don’t touch me. Who the fuck is this woman?

“You’re currently standing on a two-hundred-thousand-dollar bar top in heels, doing God only knows how much damage to the wood. You can either jump on down, or I’ll pull you down. Your choice, Poppy.”

Her friend gasps. “Holy shit. Poppy, down, now.” She reaches for the other girl’s arm and starts pulling, making Poppy lose her balance.

I catch her before she face-plants to the ground. When she’s on her feet and not at risk of falling down, Poppy presses her hands flat on my chest. Her fingers digging into the fabric of my jacket.

“Jeez, you got rocks under this jacket? You are hard.”

My lips tilt up. She has no idea just how hard I am, having her pressed up against me, having her scent assault my senses.

“You should tell your boss that he’s a dumbass if he’s spending two-hundred thousand dollars on a bar top. Bars are made for dancing on,” she announces.

“I’ll be sure to let him know.” I laugh, knowing my father won’t find the humor in it that I do.

“You can let go of me now.” She smiles, doing nothing to actually step back.

“Sure.” I shrug and remove my hands from her hips.

“I’m really sorry. We’re leaving.” The bride-to-be links her arm through Poppy’s and tries to pull her towards the exit.

“Wait.” Poppy stops, turning back to me. “I didn’t get your name.”

“You want my name?”

“Yeah, so I can tell management you deserve a raise, give you a good review or whatever. They should pay you more. You were way nicer to me than the asshole bartender who tried to grab my ankle and yank me down.”

My eyes dart towards the bar. “Which one?” I ask. There are three guys currently manning the counter.

“I don’t remember.” Poppy shakes her head. “Oh, wait, that one.” She points to the fucker on the end with what looks like a fresh claw mark running down his cheek.

“Did you scratch him?” I ask her.

“Yep, he let go real quick after that.” She smiles at me like she’s proud. “You should never grab a girl who doesn’t want to be grabbed.”

“I agree.” I nod.

Copyright 2026 KYLIE KENT

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Need a reminder of what children in the second generation belong to whom? Here is the KylieVerse family tree. Printed copies of these are going out with every KK store order!

Until next time, happy reading!

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Kylie