Iāve always lived my life by the rules. Unlike my two sisters, Iām the good oneāthe responsible one. Going outside my comfort zone is when I wear red lipstick before 5 PM.
That comfort zone of mine? Itās smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I meetāand marryāLiam Gallagher.
After one shot of tequila, then two, then too many to count, a good girlās rules tend to disappear. And so do her panties and her bra and various other articles of clothing when sheās with an Irishman who knows his way around a womanās body.
Now my husband wants us to stay marriedāfor six months. He says itāll be worth my while. Considering our chemistry underneath the sheets, I canāt say that heās wrong.
Liam isnāt safe though. Liam definitely isnāt comfortable. Heās like the male equivalent of wearing red lipstick in the daytime all wrapped up in an irresistible, dangerous package.
Yet this stubborn Irishman isnāt about to let me go, drunken Princess Bride-themed Vegas wedding or no.
Now I have to decide if Iām brave enough to break the rules for love.