Not the Marrying Kind
He’s the best bad decision she’ll ever make…
Type A attorney Fiona Quinn has one goal left to accomplish before turning 30: A big, fairy-tale wedding.
All she needs is a groom. So what if she’s never been in love—or even
lust—before? She’s confident she can solve the problem the way she
always does, with spreadsheets and an action plan.
When a family
emergency brings bad boy Max Devlin swaggering back into town—with his
cocky grin, tattoos, and wanderlust—Fiona has to remind herself that
he’s as unsuitable as it gets. Nope. Not happening. No matter how
irresistible his invitation is for a night or seven between the sheets.
If she can’t tie him down—metaphorically, of course—her pants must stay
on.
Max can’t remember the last time a woman turned him down.
He’s a guaranteed three-orgasms good time, dammit. So what if he’s not
the marrying kind? Those sweaty palms he gets when Fiona agrees to help
him save his dad’s punk rock club are just an allergic reaction to her
methodical march toward matrimony. Before he hits the road again, he’s
going to prove to Fiona that life’s more fun when you play rather than plan.
No one gets hurt when it’s all just fun and games, right?
Author’s
Note: A steamy, opposites attract standalone romance featuring a cocky
bad boy (with a heart of gold) and a buttoned-up good girl (with a
secret wild side).
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