This is Doctor Love, your bad boy of the airwaves. Think you know everything about sex, love, and dating? You don’t. That’s why you come to me. I’ve got your answers, stalker girl. I’ve got what you need. Right here, behind this zipper. You don’t want Mister Perfect. You want me. My voice, my filthy words tonguing your ear. And I’ve been dying to give you it all. You’ve been all I can think about. And now that I know who you are, now that I know what you want, I’m going to make you fall for more than my voice on your radio. Think you can handle me? I, Penny Morgan, professional, self-confessed good girl, wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man on earth. So what if I’m addicted to calling you? So what if you accidently caught me getting off to the sound of your voice? I never date misogynistic pigs. I don’t fall for men who try to trick me. And the last thing I want is the world in on our secret. I know who you are Doctor Love, and if the public found out I was your stalker girl it would ruin us.

So many women spend their lives dreaming of their wedding day. Their mother’s dress. The walk down the aisle. The disgustingly perfect bouquet. Yeah, that’s not me. I don’t believe in the idea that love is more than a complex chemical equation with an expiration date. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s a curse. But I have a secret... A weakness... A mistake... Nox Casey is rock star gorgeous. Broody, blue eyed and built, he’s a fallen god among mortals. And he’s driving me crazy. When he looks at me science goes out the window. When he speaks my body catches fire like Hendrix’s guitar. And when he plays me... Did I mention he’s my husband? I married him. And now he won’t let me go. It's Holy Matrimony, Baby is an 70,000+ words full-length standalone novel.