Waking up next to my best friend? No big deal. Only our clothes are MIA. And his ring is on my finger. I didn't just sleep with my best friend. I married him. Post-breakup, I'm ready to console myself with books and ice cream. My best friend has other ideas. According to Griff, there's only one real way to get over someone: get under someone else. We've been friends since third grade. He's, ahem, experienced. I trust him. We go out. Drink. Dance. Kiss. That's right, I kiss the guy who used to pull my pig tails. Then we're drinking more, kissing more, and he's pulling my hair in a way that's all grown up. I wake up sore, happy, confused. Because I didn't just sleep with Griff. I married him. Now, I have a choice. Either I stay with my accidental husband or lose my best friend forever. Accidental Husband is a standalone accidental marriage romance full of heat, humor, and heart. Come see why readers say "no one writes broken bad boys like Crystal Kaswell."