Is the bridal lingerie embroidered with dildos too much? It might be too much....

Welcome to life as a wedding dressmaker for the rich and entitled of Manhattan. I’ve seen it all - from the most spoiled brides to the most egotistical Wall Street bros.

The worst?

Mark Holbrook. Billionaire. Arrogant. Knockout sexy. Certifiable jerk.

He hates weddings, and I hate him.

But now, his cousin is marrying my best friend.

He’s the best man with a bad attitude, and I am the maid of honor who still lives in her childhood bedroom packed floor to ceiling in sewing supplies - complete with two gay dads and a family of rescue Roombas - who has never had a serious relationship and who is living her dream wedding vicariously through her best friend.

Pathetic? Abso-freakin’-lutely.

But I’m not so downtrodden that I let Mark get away with talking smack about weddings.

Nope!

I flashed him. And dumped coffee all over him. That’ll learn him!

And hopefully send him running.

I don’t need Mark and his wedding negativity in my life.

I also don’t need to sleep with him after a stressful wedding planning session, nor do I need to sleep with him after the cake testing.

And I definitely don’t need to fall in love!

This stand-alone, full-length romantic comedy has no cliff-hangers but does have a swoon-worthy HEA! This book is steamy! The highs are hilarious and the lows are as deep as the voice of the guy you want in your bed!