The Art of Marrying Your Enemy: A Romantic Comedy (The Richmond Brothers Book 2)

Forget the summer I turned pretty…that was the summer I got hips, acne, and utterly humiliated by Aaron Richmond.
This summer? This is the summer I had to marry the bastard.
When I walk down the aisle towards my enemy, all to save the Coleman family fortune, I shouldn’t give in to my wounded inner 14-year old-self. I should smile, blink up at him prettily, and declare to have and to hate…
Err...hold.

Too bad I’m Granny Madge’s namesake.
As soon as I begrudgingly say, I do, I toss three tiers of wedding cake on my new husband, kick him in the balls, and down a whole bottle of champagne.
He retaliates by dropping me face-first in his foyer after carrying me over the marital threshold.
I respond in a mature manner by eating a bag of chips in his bed and letting my cat puke on his pillow.

Yeah, this is totally how I’d always fantasized about becoming Mrs. Richmond during my teenage infatuation.
That obsession? Gone.
Never to return.
Not even when he takes off his shirt and his hair is slightly messy over his forehead…

In fact, I loudly declare that I am dryer than my mom’s spelt muffins.
Suddenly that six-five muscular body is hovering over me—the deep voice purring in my ear…
“This will go easier for you if you aren’t.”
Gulp.

We’re not married like that .
There’s a dangerous glint in his eye when he drops the 530 page marriage contract on the table, turns to page 280 and informs me that we have to consummate the marriage or the whole thing is null and void.
“You should have read the contract, Coleman.”
Damn him he’s right.
Because if I’d known I’d have to sleep with my husband, I never would have married him.

This is a full-length, enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy, complete with smokin’ hot-but-festooned-in-red-flags heroes, a shocking amount of spice from two people who claim to hate each other, and of course the perfect happily ever after!