What happens when you wake up in a hotel room next to a gorgeous naked man with absolutely no memory of the last twelve hours? I guess it's true what they say - what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Or at least At least I hope it stays here. The Romance Writers' Conference meant spending a weekend of fun with friends, in the sun, with plenty of margaritas by the pool, and trying to forget about your ex. But now, instead of meeting my fans and signing books, I'm stuck with cocky divorce lawyer Nate Wexler. Arrogant, driving me crazy, and I can't keep my hands off him. Judging by the state of our room, the night was stormy. I would like to remember her. A pair of identical tattoos. Cheap wedding veil. Half empty box of condoms. What the hell just happened here?