My family is broke, like we’re about to lose our house broke, unless I get my trust fund. The only way I’m getting my trust fund is if I marry the guy my grandmother picks out for me.
Yay me.
Except my grandmother chooses three husbands for me. Why? Because my best friends, and business partners—we run a matchmaking company called Leashed to Love—each have three husbands of their own, and she didn’t want me to feel left out.
Double yay me.
