What kind of moron pretends to be broke then makes the girl pay for his expensive drink and his Uber home? And what kind of idiot marries a tool like that? Oh right, me, that’s who. You’d think that with living with my grandmother who makes candles that smell like her vag and a foul-mouthed parrot, I would have enough drama in my life. But when my wedding planning firm organizes four marriages at first sight, I found myself at the altar pledging my eternal hatred to Mr. I Think Women Are Gold Diggers And I’m Going To Be Obnoxious Until I Set You Off And Make You Prove It. We are not compatible. (Shocking!) Chris Winchester is a billionaire with serious trust issues, and I am a photographer trying to survive in the world of high-end weddings. And the billionaire’s penthouse is about to be Marriage and a Murder if he doesn’t stop hitting his snooze button a thousand bazillion times in the morning while I’m trying to work and get my life back on track. I storm into his bedroom to give him a piece of my mind and destroy that stupid alarm clock… And of course, he’s not wearing anything except a tiny corner of his high thread count sheets. So I might have had a peek at that muscular chest, washboard abs, and the barely-covered bulge. Apparently, I am the proud owner of a hot AF husband. Who knew? But I will not have the full marriage experience. Love makes a marriage, not hate. But when Chris says in that deep voice, “Hate sex makes great sex.” That might be the first thing in the marriage we agree on. This standalone, full-length, fun romantic comedy has no cliffhangers but does have a swoon-worthy HEA! This book has tons of STEAM, a billionaire with a bad attitude, and a heroine who has had it up to her sweetheart neckline with wedding drama.