Bestselling author Avery Flynn will have you laughing out loud with this fun, steamy take on the wedding genre. I can't believe I have to go home to Nebraska for my sister's wedding. I'm gonna need a wingman and a whole lot of vodka for this level of family interaction. At least my bestie agreed he'd man up and help. Too bad he had to catch a different flight than mie. Then, his plane got delayed. And finally-because bad things always happen in threes-instead of my best friend, his evil twin walks out of the airport.
If you looked up doesn't-deserve-to-be-that-confident, way-too-hot-for-his-own-good billionaire in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of Grady Holt. He's awful. Horrible. The worst-even if his butt looks phenomenal in those jeans. Ten times worse? I'd told my family I was bringing my boyfriend with me.
Now I have to spend the week pretending to be madly in love with the big jerk. Ugh, and share a bedroom. It's only gonna be a week. I can last that long without killing him or blowing my cover. Maybe. A whisper of a prayer. Oh God, this week just might kill me or I might kill him-either way, this is not going to end well.
