Lick by Kylie Scott
Evelyn Thomas’ arrangements for praising her twenty-first birthday in Las Vegas were enormous. Gigantic. Be that as it may, she beyond any doubt as hellfire never intended to wake up on the restroom floor with a headache to equal the dark torment, an extremely appealing half-bare inked man, and a jewel on her finger sufficiently expansive to terrify King Kong. Presently on the off chance that she could simply recollect how everything happened.
One thing is for sure, being hitched to shake and move’s most loved child is certain to be a wild ride.