***Iβm a good girlβuntil I got drunk in Vegas and married a panties-flaming-hot Irishman.
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Iβve always lived my life by the rules. Unlike my two sisters, Iβm the good one. The responsible one. Going outside my comfort zone is when I wear red lipstick before five PM.
That comfort zone of mine? Itβs smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I metβand married βLiam Gallagher.
After one shot of tequila, then two, then too many to count, a good girlβs rules tend to disappear. And so do her panties, and her bra, and various other articles of clothing when sheβs with an Irishman who knows his way around a womanβs body.
Now my husband wants us to stay married. For six months. He says itβll be worth my while. Considering our chemistry underneath the sheets, I canβt say that heβs wrong.
Liam isnβt safe, though. Liam definitely isnβt comfortable. Heβs like the male equivalent of wearing red lipstick in the daytime all wrapped up in an irresistible, dangerous package.
Yet this stubborn Irishman isnβt about to let me go, drunken Princess Bride -themed Vegas wedding or no.
Now I have to decide if Iβm brave enough to break the rules for love.