Christian McGuire Isn’t the King of my Loins: 3

Christian McGuire is the last person I should be asking to boss me around in bed.Sure, he's a certified Sex God. But he's also my co-worker and my shiny new brother-in-law.So naturally, after a few too many tequila shots, I text him asking if he'll be my smut mentor.As soon as I sober up, I try to destroy the evidence, but I'm too late. Christian has already read every word.Even worse? He wants no part of it.Unless I agree to his rules.- We never talk about Sex Club.- We never get caught by our friends or family.- We commit to fulfilling each other's wildest fantasies until he leaves town. No holds barred, no shame, no limits.I agree without hesitation, confident I can handle one month of the best sex of my life and walk away with my heart intact.Reader, I could not.Turns out Christian McGuire is more than just the King of my Loins. He just might be the King of my Heart, and the more time I spend with him, the more I suspect the tequila wasn't to blame for that text.It was him.It was always him...Christian McGuire Isn't the King of My Loins is a steamy small-town romantic comedy featuring a forbidden brother-in-law, a heroine who absolutely did not mean to fall in love, one catastrophically ill-advised text message, and a happily ever after that breaks every rule.Welcome to Bad Dog, Minnesota - where the heroes are hot, the families are loud, and love always wins. Eventually.