He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not — Iris Morland

I'm a good girl-until I got drunk in Vegas and married a panties-flaming-hot Irishman.

Oops.

I've always lived my life by the rules. Unlike my two sisters, I'm the good one. The responsible one. Going outside my comfort zone is when I wear red lipstick before five PM.

That comfort zone of mine? It's smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I met--and married--Liam Gallagher.

After one shot of tequila, then two, then too many to count, a good girl's rules tend to disappear. And so do her panties, and her bra, and various other articles of clothing when she's with an Irishman who knows his way around a woman's body.

Now my husband wants us to stay married. For six months. He says it'll be worth my while. Considering our chemistry underneath the sheets, I can't say that he's wrong.

Liam isn't safe, though. Liam definitely isn't comfortable. He's like the male equivalent of wearing red lipstick in the daytime all wrapped up in an irresistible, dangerous package.

Yet this stubborn Irishman isn't about to let me go, drunken <i>Princess Bride</i>-themed Vegas wedding or no.

Now I have to decide if I'm brave enough to break the rules for love.