What kind of moron pretends to be broke, then makes the girl pay for his expensive drink and his Uber home?

And what kind of idiot marries a tool like that?

Oh right, me, that’s who.

You’d think that with living with a foul-mouthed parrot and a grandmother who makes candles that smell like her vag, I would have enough drama in my life.

But when my wedding planning firm organizes four marriages at first sight, I found myself at the altar pledging my eternal hatred to Mr. I Think Women Are Gold Diggers And I’m Going To Be Obnoxious Until I Set You Off And Make You Prove It.

We are not compatible. (SHOCKING!)

Chris Winchester is a billionaire with serious trust issues, and I am a photographer trying to survive in the world of high-end weddings.

And the billionaire’s penthouse is about to be marriage and a murder if he doesn’t stop hitting his snooze button a thousand bazillion times in the morning, while I’m trying to work and get my life back on track. *Grrrr!*

I storm into his bedroom to give him a piece of my mind and destroy that stupid alarm clock....

And of course, he’s not wearing anything, except a tiny corner of his high thread count sheets.

So I might have had a peek at that muscular chest, washboard abs, and the barely-covered bulge.

Apparently, I am the proud owner of a hot AF husband. Who knew?

But I will not have the full marriage experience.

Love makes a marriage, not hate.

But when Chris says in that deep voice,

“Hate sex makes great sex.”

That might be the first thing in the marriage we agree on!

This stand-alone, full-length, fun romantic comedy has no cliffhangers but does have an uber-swoony HEA! This book has tons of STEAM, a billionaire with a snooze button addiction, a fantastic set of friends, and a heroine who has had it up to her sweetheart neckline with wedding drama.