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. That comfort zone of mine? It's smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I meet—and marry—Liam Gallagher. 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. 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. 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. Yet this stubborn Irishman isn't about to let me go, drunken Princess Bride-themed Vegas wedding or no. Now I have to decide if I'm brave enough to break the rules for love.