It’s Holy Matrimony, Baby by Misti Murphy

So many women spend their lives dreaming of their wedding day. Their mother’s dress. The walk down the aisle. The disgustingly perfect bouquet.
Yeah, that’s not me. I don’t believe in the idea that love is more than a complex chemical equation with an expiration date. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s a curse.
But I have a secret…
A weakness…
A mistake…
Nox Casey is rock star gorgeous. Broody, blue eyed and built, he’s a fallen god among mortals. And he’s driving me crazy. When he looks at me science goes out the window. When he speaks my body catches fire like Hendrix’s guitar. And when he plays me…
Did I mention he’s my husband? I married him.
And now he won’t let me go.