One night in Vegas. One drunken vow. One surprise husband.

I don't drink. I don't date. And I definitely don't wake up married.

Ronan Black—A.K.A the stranger in my bed—is everything I don't need. He's a morally bankrupt charm offensive with trouble written all over his chiseled face. I'm the good daughter, the responsible best friend, the person who never makes bad decisions.

Now, one night in Vegas just turned into a lifetime of consequences when I wake up in Ronan's bed . . . with his ring on my finger. Because he wants it to stay there. Maybe even for good.

It's a bad idea. The worst. His plan is simple: stay married long enough for him to take control of his company and for me to keep mine afloat. It's not fake . . . but it's not exactly legitimate either.

So why am I starting to think this ridiculous marriage could actually work? Ronan might be morally gray, but he's also becoming the only man I trust. But do these strange feelings go both ways? When his corrupt world forces him to pick, will Ronan choose his billions? Or will he choose us?

Contains mature themes.