He Loves Me He Loves Me Not

<p><em><strong>I'm a good girl-until I got drunk in Vegas and married a panties-flaming-hot Irishman.<br /><br />Oops.</strong></em><br /><br />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.<br /><br />That comfort zone of mine? It's smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I met--and <em>married</em>--Liam Gallagher.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Now my husband wants us to stay married. For six months. He <em>says</em> it'll be worth my while. Considering our chemistry underneath the sheets I can't say that he's wrong.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Yet this stubborn Irishman isn't about to let me go drunken <i>Princess Bride</i>-themed Vegas wedding or no.<br /><br />Now I have to decide if I'm brave enough to break the rules for love.</p>