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 . . .