Charlie Emerson had been given plenty of chances in her messed up life. She really didn’t deserve a single one; but for some unknown reason, the world continued to do her a favor. There were countless times she screwed up to the point of no return, everyone should have pulled away; let the poor girl wallow in her own difficulties. But somehow, in the end, she came out unscathed……….again. Greyson Addict was a man who didn’t need second chances. If it was not done right the first time, then it no longer mattered. Life wasn’t going to offer you a hand up when you fell; you had to find that branch and haul yourself up if you wanted to survive. The world was what one made of it; and to Greyson, it was his playground. So how do two people, with two different views on life, manage to come together? Can Charlie finally make something of herself; become the woman she was always meant to be? Can Greyson learn that it’s okay to have help; letting someone else in to feel the satisfaction of life? Can two people, so destined for failure, find comfort and acceptance in one another and make it work? 

I never pictured myself as the type of girl to get married and live happily ever after. Technically, if one believed that a happy ever after was having twenty cats and becoming a little senile, I would have agreed with them. So, how did a girl that resented all things lace, sparkles, pink roses, and elegant cakes, agree to say I do to a man who has more personality issues then a traveling circus of monkeys? Oh wait, it’s because she loved him. Stupid. Planning a wedding was one thing, planning it for a ridiculous amount of people, that included rock stars, left me drowning in a sea of tulle and crystals. Since when was it not acceptable to run away to Vegas and share the horribly embarrassing photos after the deed was done? Why was it required for me to wear the perfect white dress, have the ice sculpture swan, and the amazing fireworks display, just to please the A-list guests, that I had no input on inviting? Wait, when did my wedding become an event? And don’t get me started on her. That woman was the bane of my existence. I’d rather wear heels during the entire ceremony then have to deal with that girl for the rest of my life. Hi, I’m Molly Anne McGlenister (soon to be Chambers), and apparently, I’m marrying the entire damn world. Perfect.