Accidentally Yours

Accidentally Yours

I didn’t go to Vegas to fall into a pool, down several mixed drinks, and wake up in bed beside a stranger.

Scratch that—not just a stranger. A charming, suit-wearing, name-dropping, too-hot-to-be-real billionaire named Damien Blackwood.
So, imagine my surprise when I woke up with a splitting headache, a blurry marriage license, and a very expensive ring on my finger.
It was no big deal. There were worse things in life that could happen, and this could be fixed with two words: an annulment.
But thanks to a nosy chapel guest and an Instagram account, our accidental nuptials ...