Description
Whoops.
Last night in Vegas is a blur. There were drunken shenanigans … And now I’m waking up naked wrapped around Landon freaking Covington, my incredibly hot younger guy friend, with a wedding ring on my finger and a marriage certificate on the table next to me.
Like I said, whoops.
I'm thirty. I should know better, but what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?
Well, apparently not. Because I've married the last alpha-male virgin on the planet. And my stubborn, oddly traditional new husband doesn’t want a divorce.
He wants me.
Note: This is a friends to lovers, sports romance with a swoony, stubbornly waiting-for-the-right-girl hero you will melt for. There's plenty of high-heat first times and feel-good fun. Hang on to your panties, ladies!
Last night in Vegas is a blur. There were drunken shenanigans … And now I’m waking up naked wrapped around Landon freaking Covington, my incredibly hot younger guy friend, with a wedding ring on my finger and a marriage certificate on the table next to me.
Like I said, whoops.
I'm thirty. I should know better, but what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?
Well, apparently not. Because I've married the last alpha-male virgin on the planet. And my stubborn, oddly traditional new husband doesn’t want a divorce.
He wants me.
Note: This is a friends to lovers, sports romance with a swoony, stubbornly waiting-for-the-right-girl hero you will melt for. There's plenty of high-heat first times and feel-good fun. Hang on to your panties, ladies!
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Genres
Romance
Humor