Picking up your favorite adult film star at a bar in Vegas is a bad idea—especially when you wake up the next morning married to him. Ask me how I know.
Before I met Velvet the Cowboy, the public knew me as an innocuous guy who was running for office.
Now I’ve gone from boring to notorious in twenty-four hours.
The hot stranger’s ring on my finger puts a damper on my political ambitions, since his day job isn’t voter-friendly. An annulment is a no-go, and a quickie divorce would make me look unreliable.
In any case, when I find out Velvet’s dark plans, I know I can’t let him out of my sight. Which means I’m taking a gorgeous, 6’6”, slow-talking cowboy home with me to protect him from himself.
Being with him might light my career on fire. I’m just not expecting it to do the same to my heart.
