When the Ink Is Dry

What do alcohol, Paris, and a hot guy have in common? 
 
Evidently, me. 
 
The last thing I expected when I went to Paris on a work trip was to drink too much and end up legally wed. 
 
What I really didn’t expect was to wake up the next day and have no recollection of what happened. 
 
Now, more than a year later, my husband has shown up in my penthouse foyer, waving our marriage license in my face and demanding I step into the role of his wife. 
 
The only person who can help me get rid of this little legal problem I’ve found myself in is Manhattan’s most prestigious divorce attorney, Luciano Paladino. 
 
Oh, did I mention my new attorney is also my best friend’s brother? 
 
My best friend’s super grumpy, sinfully hot, older brother, who just so happens to hate me. 
 
Lucky for him, he just needs to tell me where to sign and I’ll be on my way. 
 
So why is he looking at me like he wants to break every one of his ethical rules of conduct?