Badd Motherf*cker (The Badd Brothers Book 2)

Your Wedding Day Is Supposed To Be The Happiest Day Of Your Life, Right? That’s What They Say, At Least. I Went Into That Day Hoping I’d Get The Happiest Day Of My Life. What I Got? The Worst. I Mean, You Really Can’t Get Any Worse Of A Day Without Someone Actually Dying. So…i May Have Gotten Just A Little Drunk, And Maybe Just A Tad Impetuous… And Landed Myself In A Dive Bar Somewhere In Alaska, Alone, Still In My Wedding Dress, Half-wasted And Heart-broken. *** Eight Brothers, One Bar. Sounds Like The Beginning To A Bad Joke, Yeah? I Kinda Think So. Wanna Hear Another Joke? A Girl Walks Into A Bar, Soaking Wet And Wearing A Wedding Dress. I Knew I Shouldn’t Have Touched Her. She Was Hammered, For One Thing, And Heartbroken For Another. I’ve Chased Enough Tail To Know Better. That Kinda Thing Only Leads To Clinginess, And A Clingy Female Is The Last Thing On This Earth I Need. I Got A Bar Needs Running, And Only Me To Run It—at Least Until My Seven Wayward Brothers Decide To Show Their Asses Up… Then This Chick Walks In, Fine As Hell, Wearing A Soaked Wedding Dress That Leaves Little Enough To The Imagination—and I’ve Got A Hell Of An Imagination. I Knew I Shouldn’t Have Touched Her. Not So Much As A Finger, Not Even Innocently. But I Did.