Christian McGuire Isn't the King of my Loins

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.

1. We never talk about Sex Club.
2. We never get caught by our friends or family.
3. 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.