Shauna



It's not every day you get asked to be a bridesmaid for the wedding of your ex and your ex-best friend. Call me lucky? My grandmother thinks I'm crazy for agreeing, but I can't let those so-and-sos know they've pummeled my self-worth . . . even if it's true. Then my grandmother goes off the deep end and tells everyone that I have a boyfriend. A pediatric surgeon boyfriend. Worse, she's shown them his photograph.



The guy in question? He's a hot piece of bad news. He may have befriended my grandmother, but he's far from being in my good graces. So it surprises me when he makes an intriguing proposition. Why play nice when you can get even?



Leonard



Shauna thinks she's going to pay me to play Chaos Coordinator. No need. Causing trouble is basically my calling in life. And if I can do that and spend time with a hot purple-haired ball buster? Sign me up.



Nothing good can come of any of this. Then again, I realized a long time ago that I'm no good for anyone, myself included. So we might as well have some fun.



Contains mature themes.