I wasn't planning to propose to Raif Jones, the bad boy from the wrong side of town.
The one with the
tattooed muscles, naughty blue eyes, and dimpled, James-Dean grin.
You see, it all started with a series of bad decisions.
First was flirting with
a dangerous criminal
to
rescue a little girl
I didn't even know.
Second was throwing a massive,
masked gala
in my
small-town
hideout (complete with drag queens) and not expecting to draw attention...
Then Raif
rode in on a motorcycle
and melted my undies (and my heart), saying he wouldn't let anybody hurt me.
Of course, I asked him to marry me.
Imagine my surprise when he said yes.
We're a little naughty and
a lot hot
, and the perks of being married are very...
perky
.
They're perky in the shower, on the kitchen table, against the front door...
Until Bad Decision #1 tracks me down (thanks to Bad Decision #2), and my
outlaw husband
turns
Alpha Protector,
risking everything to keep us safe.
It's just a
marriage of convenience
. It's supposed to have an end date.
But when the dust settles, walking away from Raif Jones could be the worst decision I've ever made.