Kirjahaku

I shoot war zones, not nuptials. But when my ex-wife lands a starring role in the wedding of the year, it's tempting to change things up a bit. Who's better than me to follow her around before and during the big day, capturing every picturesque moment, snapping every detail as they join together in wedlock? No one. Not to mention, she still owes me for destroying my prized vintage camera during our divorce. As the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold.

MASONWrong place, wrong time? No good deed goes unpunished? There's probably a million ways to describe being blackmailed into a fake engagement. With the most accurate being: Sucker. WILLOWWords I never thought I would hear my sister say: "Mason, meet my sister, Willow. Willow, this is my fianc , Mason Cartwright." With model worthy hair, sparkling brown eyes and a scruffy salt-and-pepper jawline that begged to be kissed, I was trapped in his swirling vortex of charisma. Oh, Holy Hell's balls. Good thing I don't believe in love at first sight. 'Cause if I did, I'd be booty over bean in love with Mason Cartwright.

GENEVIEVEI didn't kill my husband. At least I don't think I did. But all evidence points to me and I can't remember a thing about that night. There are only two people in my life who would inherently trust I'm innocent. One of them just died. The other is my ex Tyler Presley; who I still have feelings for.What kind of monster mourns one man while trying to seduce another? Me. I'm that kind of monster.TYLERGenevieve Daniels thinks she can call me, four years after decimating my heart, and I'll ride up like some chump on my white horse to save her. Not a chance. Still, I'll play right into her game of seduction. If only to mess with her. Show her what it's like to crumble. Am I that much of a monster?Yes. Yes, I am.

I've been preparing for this day for years. The biggest wine competition of my career. And I plan to win. My wine? Sublime. My presentation? On point. My outfit? Hand-picked by my fabulous BFF with fantastic fashion sense. Nothing has been left to chance-I'm ready to crush my competition. No pun intended. The thing is, that judge over there? I'm pretty sure he's the stranger whose bed I crawled out of this morning.

What's a girl to do when she's been told she only has a few months to live?I made a list: 1. Break up with the love of my life, Brad Matthews, a sexy firefighter with biceps for days and a body that won't quit.2. Have lots of unfulfilling sex with random strangers, despite what my therapist says, to punish myself for item 1.3. Solve a kidnapping case with the sexy new detective in town who I'm tempted to add to my item 2, but I think he's got a thing for one of my besties.4. And of course, margaritas with said besties as often as possible, because they're going to miss me when I'm gone.I did all that. And then I didn't die.Now Brad's got a new girlfriend and he keeps popping up around town, at crime scenes, in my fantasies at night.And I've got a stalker who put a hidden camera in my house; I don't even want to think about the things he's got recorded.Needless to say, it may be time to re-evaluate my plan.

I don't gamble unless I know I can win. Simple as that. So, when my besties wagered I couldn't stay in a relationship for a month, I took the bet. Because, really, how hard can it be? Four weeks is like four dates. I can do anything four times. Right?But there was a flaw in my strategy. I didn't count on the relationship to be with HIM. The irresistible alpha-male from my past, Chance Bauer. The only man to ever make my insides quiver. Or for my feelings from so long ago to be the same.