Now an Amazon top 20 Bestselling title! Reasons not to sleep with Flynn Phillips. Again. 1. He’s cocky. 2. He’s annoying. 3. And I can’t stand his Australian a$$! I can’t stop thinking about it either . . . Since our wedding hook-up months ago, he’s ruined me! My O has gone. It’s been months since I . . . well, you know . . . I think I need a do-over, a chance to prove that the problem is all in my head, That he didn’t rock my world. That he isn’t the star of my fantasies, Because as pretty as Flynn Phillips is, he’s a player, and I’m tired of the game. There’s no way he’ll feature in my long-term plans. Babies. Marriage. A white picket fence. Or would he?

Dear birthday gods, I’d like my very own Australian experience, if you know what I mean. One with a panty-melting accent and a very wicked grin. The icing on my birthday cake would be if he takes a trip down under tonight . . . My birthday was four-hundred bucks well spent. Get your mind out of the gutter—that was for the hotel. But one week on, and I’m no longer having fun in the sun. Because it turns out my new employer is him. My inked birthday blond. Oh, he’s still hot, But now he’s growly and grouchy, And there's no escape because I’m living with him. Nanny to his young twins. We disagree on so much. But when he looks at me, I’m not sure if he means to kill me. Or kiss me Or maybe both. I’m not sure I’d survive on either count. Australia! Come for the sun. Stay for the man. Forever?

A bad boy trying to be good and a good girl determined to break ALL his rules There are a few things I regret in my life. Okay, more than a few. Like . . . 1. Waiting for Prince Charming. 2. Saving my virginity for our wedding night. 3. Then finding out my prince was nothing more than a lying, cheating toad. Actually, I don’t regret the last one. When I take off on my honeymoon-for-one, The last thing I want is more drama. Until one drink leads to two, and two leads to four, And four becomes the wildest night of my life, When I meet him. My hot-as-heck Australian is wrong in all the right ways. He’s also handsome, funny, and charming, So maybe I won’t add him to my list of regrets. Until I wake in his bed. He swears nothing happened, And now he’s made me an offer I don’t want to refuse. Spend two weeks with him. In exchange for attending the wedding of the year, Pretending to be his girlfriend. Yeah, I think he's hiding something, too. It’s hardly the stuff of fairy tales, Even if we are sharing a bed. Because he insists on a no-touch rule! And I so want to touch—I want to do all the things, Break all his rules! Because fake-dating him is better than marrying a toad, Even if he isn't my Prince Charming. Unless it turns out he really is . . .