With her perfectionist, detail-orientated personality Bea Porter planned her bestie’s bachelorette party down to the minute.
She did not plan on arriving in Vegas, getting handed contraception in a hotel lobby, walking in on people in their birthday suits, and taking a head injury within the first hour.
So far, Sin City is not going well.
Enter CJ Rossum. World Series MVP. Professional heartbreaker (allegedly). And the last man she expects to find at a bachelorette party he wasn’t even supposed to attend.
One accidental encounter later, CJ is calling her his girlfriend, making promises he has no intention of breaking, and looking at her like she might be the only thing in Vegas worth betting on.
Bea is grieving, Type A, good girl. CJ is a womanizing, playboy, superstar athlete. They have nothing in common. And somehow, one pinky promise turns into something neither of them saw coming.
A steamy Vegas rom com packed with meet-nude hilarity, forced proximity, fake dating energy, sports star swagger, laugh-out-loud mishaps, and a whirlwind romance that proves love doesn’t follow a plan—it rewrites it.
