Mandee Bardot has a stripper name. She knows that. She’s also got big boobs, but they’re real, so if you think otherwise, you can suck it. She’s got a sharp wit, a sharper tongue, and a chip the size of Montana on her shoulder from a cheating ex-boyfriend. Sticking a toe in the dating pool is the last thing on her mind until an estate lawyer forces her hand. Her persnickety and half-deranged Aunt Penelope has left her a fortune… with one caveat. Mandee has to be married in order to claim it… within thirty days. The problem is, Mandee doesn’t know even one eligible soul. Until Owen Asher literally falls into her lap. His friends call him Ash, he’s six foot five, and he’s got…ahem… proportionally-sized appendages. He’s funny, he’s smart, and he has absolutely no desire to marry an heiress. Can Mandee change his mind? Time is ticking.