What do you get when you combine one drunken night in Vegas, your brother’s best friend, and a twenty-four-hour chapel?

One giant, hot hockey player mistake.

Growing up with a hockey hot-shot for a brother, I’ve spent my life surrounded by cocky men. I know the ins and outs of the games they play both on and off the ice. Which is why I’d never date one of them.

And marriage? Absolutely not.

Griffin Wright is my brother’s best friend and star left wing for the Minnesota Rogues. After a few too many drinks celebrating a big win in Vegas, I wake up next...

What do you get when you combine one drunken night in Vegas, your brother’s best friend, and a twenty-four-hour chapel?

One giant, hot hockey player mistake.

Growing up with a hockey hot-shot for a brother, I’ve spent my life surrounded by cocky men. I know the ins and outs of the games they play both on and off the ice. Which is why I’d never date one of them.

And marriage? Absolutely not.

Griffin Wright is my brother’s best friend and star left wing for the Minnesota Rogues. After a few too many drinks celebrating a big win in Vegas, I wake up next to him with a ring on my finger, a killer hangover, and instant regret.

The only option is to keep this a secret from my brother and immediately file for divorce.

But Griffin has other plans.

He demands a chance to prove this thing between us is more than simple attraction. If he can’t, he’ll give me what I want. All we have to do is keep our marriage a secret for six months, then Griffin will sign the divorce papers.

He thinks I’ll give in to this heat between us, but I know better. Because Griffin might be my Mr. Right Now, but he’s definitely not my Mr. Right.