The Problem
About
I have three big problems.
One: My aunt gave me an antique bracelet that supposedly comes with a curse—it guarantees that the wearer will fall in love. Which would be fine if I weren’t terrible at love. I’ve sworn off romance for good, thank you very much.
Two: In a misguided attempt to prove the curse wrong, I may have accidentally gotten married to my best friend, Blake Hennessey. In Vegas. There was alcohol. There was blackjack. There was definitely poor decision-making.
Three: Now I’m hiding out at my cousin Abby’s hotel in Crystal Cove, trying to figure out how to quietly undo my accidental marriage, ditch the cursed jewelry, and avoid the entire town of hopeless romantics who seem determined to make me fall for Blake.
It should be simple.
But nothing about Blake—or this town—has ever gone according to plan.