“How the heck did I become a Missus? More importantly, why can’t I remember the last 12 hours!?” I stayed away from tall, hot and tattooed. And Mason was all three. The jerk took every opportunity to get under my skin since he moved in next door. With the insolent way he looks me over. And always calling me “Cupcake”, like it was an insult. It really was too bad I couldn’t stop kissing him. And falling into bed with him. Or accidentally marrying him… Good girls are NOT my thing. They were way too vanilla in bed And Trish was the perennial good girl She was just too… sweet. But why can’t I keep my eyes, or my mouth away from the sexy little baker? And why does she have a starring role in all my dirty dreams? Most importantly, how did this good girl manage to teach me some new tricks?