Only our clothes are MIA.
And his ring is on my finger.
I didn't just sleep with my best friend. I married him.
Post-breakup, I'm ready to console myself with books and ice cream. My best friend has other ideas.
According to Griff, there's only one real way to get over someone: get under someone else.
We've been friends since third grade. He's, ahem, experienced. I trust him.
We go out. Drink. Dance. Kiss.
That's right, I kiss the guy who used to pull my pig tails.
Then we're drinking more, kissing more, and he's pulling my hair in a way that's all grown up.
I wake up sore, happy, confused. Because I didn't just sleep with Griff.
I married him.
Now, I have a choice. Either I stay with my accidental husband or lose my best friend forever.
Accidental Husband is a standalone accidental marriage romance full of heat, humor, and heart. Come see why readers say "no one writes broken bad boys like Crystal Kaswell."