Don't Kiss the Bride

I guess you could say I was the girl who got into trouble, and he was my knight in shining armor. But to be more precise, I was the girl who had really bad luck, and he was the guy with a lot of muscles and tattoos. Jude Lucky Lacetti wasn't just a sexy, brooding builder… He was my personal hero, who seemed to appear at the right places and at the right times. Like when my car broke down and I needed a ride home, and when I face-planted on the sidewalk right in front of him and needed to be taken to the emergency room.
Those weren't exactly my finest moments, but they were his…
We became friends, and it didn't matter that he was sixteen years older than me. We had a lot in common—like our love for old rock music and vintage fast cars, as well as our aversion to relationships. When he came to me with a crazy idea to help me,
I couldn't say "no." It was supposed to be a temporary agreement. A marriage on paper and nothing more. It was supposed to be easy, but it wasn't. Because here I am, eighteen years old, still in high school, and married to a man I was never supposed to
fall in love with. We had only one rule—don’t kiss the bride. But we broke that rule, and it changed our fate forever.