I’m twenty-three years old. I can’t be some billionaire’s ward. Even if he is hot. It’s a bad day when your boyfriend leaves you for someone with boobs and a butt faker than her Instagram pictures. It’s an even worse day when a hot guy in a suit shows up in your bedroom and tells you that you’re his ward. And it’s a complete disaster when your ex sues you and threatens to take your dog. I have no alternatives—I have to throw myself to Carl Svensson’s mercy like a wretched Victorian romance heroine in order to save my dog. I wish all I had to do was lounge around a haunted mansion in a pretty dress. Instead, Carl is forcing me to run outside in the morning, clean my apartment, and finally do something about my credit card debt. Yes, I am side-eyeing all of this. Carl’s in for a shock of his own, though. I’m a free-spirited, art-loving girl with tattoos, multicolored hair, and piercings. Everywhere . *Wink emoji!* An uptight, suit-wearing investment banker is not going to change me. But it’s a battle of wills that will determine whether he makes me a respectable person or not. Carl is going down! But not down on me…except for that one time… This is a stand-alone, full-length, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy, complete with your new book bestie, a hot guy with a bad attitude and a heart of gold, and a happily ever after better than a glass of wine at eleven a.m.! Get your smelling salts ready, because this book is STEAMY!