Iâve always lived my life by the rules. Unlike my two sisters, Iâm the good oneâthe responsible one. Going outside my comfort zone is when I wear red lipstick before 5 PM.
That comfort zone of mine? Itâs smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I meetâand marryâLiam Gallagher.
After one shot of tequila, then two, then too many to count, a good girlâs rules tend to disappear. And so do her panties and her bra and various other articles of clothing when sheâs with an Irishman who knows his way around a womanâs body.
Now my husband wants us to stay marriedâfor six months. He says itâll be worth my while. Considering our chemistry underneath the sheets, I canât say that heâs wrong.
Liam isnât safe though. Liam definitely isnât comfortable. Heâs like the male equivalent of wearing red lipstick in the daytime all wrapped up in an irresistible, dangerous package.
Yet this stubborn Irishman isnât about to let me go, drunken Princess Bride-themed Vegas wedding or no.
Now I have to decide if Iâm brave enough to break the rules for love.