Remember that time when you woke up naked and handcuffed to Sydney’s biggest player the day before your wedding to someone else?
Yeah, well… neither do I.
James Kane.
Arrogant Playboy Billionaire.
He eats companies for breakfast and pu$$y for dinner.
My brother’s best friend.
And totally off-limits.
Which is why nobody knows that James and I have a wedding…situation. As in, sometime
between the first dance and the cutting of the cake, we end up hate-fucking each other somewhere totally inappropriate.
He’s rough, dirty and the orgasms are un-friggin-believable. But he’s a lifelong bachelor and Sydney’s biggest man-whore. And I’ve had enough of those.
So when I wake up the day before my wedding with a killer hangover, handcuffed to James bloody Kane with no memory of what happened the night before and no handcuff keys in sight, I know I am so effing screwed.
24 hours to get myself unchained to this arrogant infuriating asshole.
24 until I walk down the aisle…to someone else!
24 hours for us to work together (hah!), avoid my fiancé, brother and basically the entire wedding party, and figure out…
…what the hell happened last night?
If you don’t like ruthless arrogant alphas and the sassy lady he wants to stay cuffed to, don’t read this book.
If you’re not into flamboyantly fabulous man-of-honors, outrageous cradle-snatching Godmothers, and a chatty male stripper who owns a greedy will-eat-anything pooch named Booty, you definitely shouldn’t read this book.
You have been warned.
