Allison Payne had one goal—survive her best friend’s wedding.

Instead, her ex dumped her, she got drunk and made out with an infuriating hockey player in a bathroom.

Now she’s stranded on a road trip to Vegas with him.

Connor walking red flags Byrns.

He’s cocky, chaotic, and way too hot for his own good.

Every rental car is a nightmare.

Every hotel has only one bed.

And Connor keeps calling her his wife.

She just needs to make it to Vegas without falling for the menace in the driver’s seat.

Connor Byrns didn’t mean to catch feelings.

But one look at the curvy firecracker in his passenger seat, and...

Allison Payne had one goal—survive her best friend’s wedding.

Instead, her ex dumped her, she got drunk and made out with an infuriating hockey player in a bathroom.

Now she’s stranded on a road trip to Vegas with him.

Connor walking red flags Byrns.

He’s cocky, chaotic, and way too hot for his own good.

Every rental car is a nightmare.

Every hotel has only one bed.

And Connor keeps calling her his wife.

She just needs to make it to Vegas without falling for the menace in the driver’s seat.

Connor Byrns didn’t mean to catch feelings.

But one look at the curvy firecracker in his passenger seat, and he’s wrecked.

One song. One kiss. That’s all it took.

Now he’s planning a wedding Allie hasn’t agreed to. Yet.

Obsession like this doesn’t fade.

It escalates.

And by the time they hit Vegas, one thing’s for sure—

She’s not leaving without his last name.

A spicy, darkly hilarious, dangerously addictive rom-com featuring a morally gray hockey menace already calling her his wife, a sharp-mouthed heroine who swears she hates him (but keeps ending up in his bed), and a road trip so chaotic it should come with a warning label.