Quickie

About this book

It was supposed to be a quickie. Now there's a ring on my finger.What do you get if you mix a night in Vegas with a dash of some self-hate because your fiance ran off with your sister? An excuse to make some bad decisions.When my friends pulled me into the lap of a random guy at the club, I rolled with it. I played along because it felt good to let loose.I was single... I was angry... didn't I deserve a hot quickie?Then I woke up in the same bed as a sexy stranger—with a ring on my finger.He tel