| Author: | Lauren Blakely | ISBN: | 1230001155778 |
| Publisher: | Lauren Blakely Books | Publication: | September 11, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lauren Blakely |
| ISBN: | 1230001155778 |
| Publisher: | Lauren Blakely Books |
| Publication: | September 11, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
From #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely comes a HOT new standalone romance...
Here's what you need to know about me -- I'm well-off, well-hung and quick with a joke. Women like a guy who makes them laugh. Even better if he's loyal and hard-working. That's me.
Enter Natalie. Hot, sexy, smart, and my new assistant. Which makes her totally off limits...
Hey, I'm a good guy. Really. I do my best to stay far away from the kind of temptation she brings to work. Until one night in Vegas...
Yeah, you've heard this one before. Bad news on the business front, drowning our sorrows in a few too many Harvey Wallbangers, and then I'm banging her. In my hotel room. In her hotel room. Behind the Titanic slot machine at the Flamingo (don't ask). And before I can make her say "Oh God right there YES!" one more time, we're both saying yes--the big yes--at a roadside chapel in front of a guy in press-on sideburns and a shiny gold leisure suit.
We'll just untie the knot in the morning, right?
The trouble is . . . I don't know how to keep my hands off my soon-to-be ex-wife.
From #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely comes a HOT new standalone romance...
Here's what you need to know about me -- I'm well-off, well-hung and quick with a joke. Women like a guy who makes them laugh. Even better if he's loyal and hard-working. That's me.
Enter Natalie. Hot, sexy, smart, and my new assistant. Which makes her totally off limits...
Hey, I'm a good guy. Really. I do my best to stay far away from the kind of temptation she brings to work. Until one night in Vegas...
Yeah, you've heard this one before. Bad news on the business front, drowning our sorrows in a few too many Harvey Wallbangers, and then I'm banging her. In my hotel room. In her hotel room. Behind the Titanic slot machine at the Flamingo (don't ask). And before I can make her say "Oh God right there YES!" one more time, we're both saying yes--the big yes--at a roadside chapel in front of a guy in press-on sideburns and a shiny gold leisure suit.
We'll just untie the knot in the morning, right?
The trouble is . . . I don't know how to keep my hands off my soon-to-be ex-wife.
