Only Yours

He's destined for the White House and engaged to be married next month. Except he just married me instead. While drunk in Vegas. Bradford Black. He's powerful. Rich as sin. And he's now my husband. His fiancée hates me. His political advisors want me gone. The world can't get enough of me and the scandal we've caused. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to pretend none of this is happening. But, oh God. My husband doesn't care about the scandal because all he cares about is me. He's possessive, grumpy, and determined for us to stay married.

The playboy and the girl next door. Best friends since forever. This was only supposed to be a wedding season as each other's plus-one, nothing more. But Callan Black has his hands on me, his eyes on me, and has suddenly become very possessive of me. Callan is the guy I've crushed on since I was a teen. It's totally unrequited. He's got a type, and I'm not it. Except, lately, there's been lots of stolen glances and time spent together. My life is unraveling, and Callan is the one who's there to help me pick up the pieces.

Two hours before I'm supposed to say "I do," I run. Right into the arms of Ethan Black. He finds me in a cloud of white lace and sheer panic, stranded in the middle of a Manhattan traffic jam. My savior in a suit. He doesn't care about my last name, my fame, or the scandal brewing in my wake. All he sees is me. And for the first time, I dare to believe in the possibility of a different future. But freedom comes at a price. Falling for Ethan might be the most reckless thing I've ever done. It might cost me everything.