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“I need a ride,” I said to a sexy stranger on a Harley.
Three hours later? A six-foot-tall Marilyn Monroe was officiating our Vegas wedding at the Happy Chapel.
But it’s not love—it’s business—a marriage pact made out of desperation so my career doesn’t go up in flames.
Sure, Flynn Winslow is a hot, broody, mysterious man that women all over the globe would sell their souls to land for real, but I have my eyes on the prize and our marriage arrangement will end in three months with no strings attached.
Right?
Or will it all go out the window when I have to move in with Mr. Mysterious and our fake marriage starts to feel remarkably real?
I wish it were as easy as telling myself, Do not fall in love with your fake husband, Daisy, but apparently, when feelings get involved, not everything that happens in Vegas knows how to stay in Vegas.
And still I'm asking myself: How are none of Max Monroe's books streaming their behinds off on Netflix yet?? The world is a weird and sad place!!
Flynn
“Oh my gosh! I’m sorry!” A female voice grabs my attention,
and I glance toward the entrance doors of the Wynn to find a blur of wild curls
running like a banshee. She bumps into several people trying to get outside,
and more apologies blurt from her lips as she almost takes out an older
gentleman wearing a cowboy hat.
The man is none too pleased, but his annoyance doesn’t stop
her. Out onto the pavement of the driveway, she stumbles a bit on her sky-high
heels as she continues her fast-track path to who knows where.
She comes to a halting stop in the center of the entrance
driveway, in the middle of cars and only a few feet from my bike, and looks
around maniacally with her big green eyes.
What is she doing?
Her breaths come out in harsh pants, and she chaotically
brushes pieces of her wild mane of curls out of her face.
“You okay?” I find myself asking, and she snaps her eyes
toward mine.
She stares at me like I just asked her to solve an advanced
calculus problem, and I lift the visor up on my helmet to repeat my question.
“You okay?”
She shakes her head and digs her teeth into the meat of her
full, red-painted lips. But just as she opens her mouth to respond, a man in a
well-fitted suit comes bursting out of the entrance doors, yelling, “Daisy!”
The beautiful but possibly insane woman shuts her eyes on a
heavy sigh, and by the sag in her shoulders and frown on her lips, I have a
feeling she’s the Daisy he’s calling for.
“Daisy! Honey! Wait up!”
“Fuck,” she mutters, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure
out Crazy Daisy wants nothing to do with this guy.
Maybe he’s the reason for her abrupt departure and reckless
sprint out of the casino?
This guy could be her boyfriend. FiancΓ©. Husband. I don’t
fucking know what. But whoever he is, she wants distance. That much is
apparent.
And even though I’m supposed to meet my brothers at one of
the Wynn’s bars in about ten minutes, the urge to help her is too strong to
ignore.
It’s a rare thing for a guy like me, to be honest. I don’t
meddle in other people’s shit, but the panicked look on her face makes me want
to give her the escape she needs.
But before I know it, before I can even offer the help, she
takes it for herself.
One leg over the seat of my bike and her arms around my waist, she leans into my back harshly and declares her intentions without pause. “I need a ride.”
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About five years ago, a dynamic duo of romance authors teamed up under the pseudonym Max Monroe, and, well, the rest is history...
Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of more than thirty contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.