I’ve always lived my life by the rules. Unlike my two sisters I’m the good one—the responsible one. Going outside my comfort zone is when I wear red lipstick before 5 PM.<br><br>That comfort zone of mine? It’s smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I meet—and marry—Liam Gallagher.<br><br>After one shot of tequila then two then too many to count a good girl’s rules tend to disappear. And so do her panties and her bra and various other articles of clothing when she’s with an Irishman who knows his way around a woman’s body.<br><br>Now my husband wants us to stay married—for six months. He says it’ll be worth my while. Considering our chemistry underneath the sheets I can’t say that he’s wrong.<br><br>Liam isn’t safe though. Liam definitely isn’t comfortable. He’s like the male equivalent of wearing red lipstick in the daytime all wrapped up in an irresistible dangerous package.<br><br>Yet this stubborn Irishman isn’t about to let me go drunken Princess Bride-themed Vegas wedding or no.<br><br>Now I have to decide if I’m brave enough to break the rules for love.