Wedding Bells and Wall Street Bros by Alina Jacobs

Is the bridal lingerie embroidered with dildos too much? It might be too much…

Welcome to life as a wedding dress-maker for the rich and entitled of Manhattan. I’ve seen it all—from the most spoiled brides to the most egotistical Wall Street Bros.
The worst?
Mark Holbrook—Billionaire. Arrogant. Knockout sexy. Certifiable jerk.
He hates weddings and I hate him.
But now his cousin is marrying my best friend.
He’s the best man with a bad attitude and I am the maid of honor who still lives in her childhood bedroom packed floor to ceiling in sewing supplies—complete with two gay dads and a family of rescue Roombas—who has never had a serious relationship and who is living her dream wedding vicariously through her best friend.
Pathetic? Abso-freakin’-lutely.

But I’m not so downtrodden that I let Mark get away with talking smack about weddings.
Nope!
I flashed him. And dumped coffee all over him. That’ll learn him!
And hopefully send him running.
I don’t need Mark and his wedding negativity in my life.
I also don’t need to sleep with him after a stressful wedding planning session, nor do I need to sleep with him after the cake testing.
And I definitely don’t need to fall in love!