Tequila, one wild night, and two rings will send this former boy band heartthrob and the curvy girl of his dreams up in smoke.
Crue
Ten years ago, everyone knew my name.
They screamed it everywhere I went.
Now, I'm back on tour, and it's like nothing has changed.
Except for me and my band. We're older, wiser, and far more prepared for life in the spotlight.
Or so we thought. We didn't count on the sassy group of women following us.
I certainly didn't count on falling for Ireland.
I know I should shut it down when she drunkenly suggests a late-night wedding.
Instead, I do everything in my power to make it happen.
I want her tied to me in every way possible.
But now I have to convince my feisty wife that she wants to keep that ring on her finger.
Because I can handle a lot, but living without this curvy little goddess?
That's the one thing I'm not willing to do.
Ireland
I woke up married to a rockstar, and it's all my fault.
Thanks, tequila.
I've been crushing on Crue since I was a little girl.
But I didn't mean to freaking marry him, though!
I just wanted an interview for my music blog.
Now, the possessive man refuses to let me take off my ring.
And he's growling anytime his bandmates even look at me.
I shouldn't encourage this because I know it won't last.
But he has my heart in his hands, and I'm not sure I want him to give it back.
Maybe I should just keep him and pretend there's a no-return policy.
Who knew scoring an interview with a heartthrob would be this complicated?
This will be one boy band reunion to remember...