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Chapters (38)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Copyright
  3. Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Epilogue
  37. Excerpt - Bridesmaid for Hire
  38. More Books by Meghan

“Great.” I smile, knowing damn well it’s the fakest smile I’ve ever concocted. “Can’t…can’t wait.”

She gestures to the conference room. “Now, let’s get back to work, shall we?”

Back to work?

Does she really think I can get back to work after I just sabotaged my own world?

I’m lucky I haven’t fainted from the anxiety driving through me, because I just agreed to a marriage counseling appointment with my boss’s husband. With a nonexistent person who needs to materialize in, oh, about twenty-three hours’ time.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Yeah, work, yay,” I say with a fist pump to the air. “Love the work.”

She smiles softly. “Good, because us girls have to stick together.” She offers me a wink and then walks back into the conference room.

Well, fuck. I got what I wanted. I became buddy-buddy with my boss in an instant.

But the cost will be hefty…finding a husband by tomorrow.

Chapter Two

SCOTTIE

“Something strong,” I say, setting my purse on the bar top and sliding onto a leather barstool.

“Yikes, what happened to you?” Mika, my best friend, asks as he places a napkin and a bowl of pretzels in front of me.

I lean on the counter and say, “I had the worst day of my life.”

The only thing that can take this headache away is a flammable drink and a night at Stockings—the best gay bar in town with drag shows every weekend. I became addicted to coming once I found the place back in college, especially on the weekends. Not only are the drag shows fire, but I love the aesthetic of the bar. Concrete floors, black walls, and pantyhose everywhere. All shapes, all sizes, all colors. They dangle from the ceiling, they’re framed on the wall, and they’re the curtains for the drag show.

Looking for a good time, come to Stockings; you won’t be disappointed.

Mika winces as he starts filling up a tumbler with alcohol—not even sure what kind, but I don’t care. I’ll take whatever I can get. “Did Chad forget multiple commas this time?”

“I wish.” I toss my hands up in the air just as someone slides onto the stool next to me.