You see, it all started with a series of bad decisions.
First was flirting with a dangerous criminal to rescue a little girl I didn’t even know.
Second was throwing a massive, masked gala in my small-town hideout (complete with drag queens) and not expecting to draw attention…
The Third rode in on a motorcycle and melted my undies (and my heart).
Raif Jones is a bad boy from the wrong side of town.
He’s the one in the faded jeans and the white T-shirt, with the tattooed muscles, naughty blue eyes, and a killer, James-Dean smile.
I asked him to marry me… to help me out of my jam, of course.
Imagine my surprise when he said yes.
We’re a little naughty and a lot hot, and the perks of being married are very… perky.
They’re perky in the shower, on the kitchen table, against the front door…
But when Bad Decision #1 tracks me down (thanks to Bad Decision #2), my outlaw husband turns Alpha Protector and risks everything to keep us safe.
It’s just a marriage of convenience. It’s supposed to have an end date.
But saying goodbye to Raif Jones could be the worst decision I’ve ever made.
(A LITTLE NAUGHTY is a small-town, marriage of convenience romance with single-mom vibes, a protective hero, no third-act breakup, and light suspense. No cheating. No cliffhanger.)
