Cheers to Drunken Decisions!
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Rock Star Romance
Book Length (Est.): 375 Pages
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas…
until someone ends up married.
Michael Shawcross is living the dream, opening up for his idols, Oblivion, on his band Warning Sign’s first tour. Until an overzealous fan goes too far and his hard-partying ways catch up to him in the form of an ultimatum from his manager, Lila Crandall.
Clean up your image—or else.
Single mom Chloe Adams is in Vegas for a rare girls’ night out. She wasn’t ever supposed to be attracted to another rockstar. In fact, she’s in rockstar rehab, and the cure for her addiction definitely isn’t a sexy, smart-assed guitarist with wicked fingers.
She never expects to accidentally end up his wife. Or to have her new husband suddenly decide that she’s the solution to all his problems. And surprise…he’s happy to show his appreciation in a number of interesting, inventive ways.
Pretending their marriage is real might just be the hottest proposition she’s ever been given.
But what happens when a lie becomes the truth?
*I received this book free from Tasty Book Tours in exchange for an honest review*
Two people. One undeniable connection.
Chloe had the rock star fiancé and when he died all he left her was a son to raise all by herself. She wanted no part of that world anymore. Her sole focus was providing for her son. But her son’s godfather thought she deserved a weekend away with her girlfriends in Vegas and lets just say that they may have gone together, but they all left separately. Bet those friends have some stories of their own to tell.
Michael needed to clean up his image thanks to a crazed fan who happened to be engaged to Mr. Rich and Powerful, but never in his wildest dreams did he think settling down with a wife and step son was in that equation. Because of his parents and their many marriages he didn’t think to highly of marriage and he swore to himself if he ever did say ‘I do’ that it would be forever…even if he didn’t remember saying the words.
Chloe is sweet and hardworking, she never wants a handout, and would do anything for her son. Michael, however, came from money and due to his up and coming rock star career he has plenty of his own too, but he’s not the type of person who would flaunt it.
There are moments when I actually felt bad for Michael, because he had to deal with a ghost who still had a hold on Chloe. He is incredible and goodness gracious I wish men like him were real. At every turn he was trying to prove to her that he was worth her love. Her, on the other hand, I occasionally wanted to yell at for trying too hard at keeping her distance.
Bedded Bliss brings happiness out of what otherwise could have been a huge drunken mistake. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that we all like our bad boy rock stars, but we absolutely love when they’re hopeless romantics underneath all that rock god persona, and if you agree with that then you’ll love this book!
The only part I wasn’t a complete fan of was toward the end of the book it starts jumping – two weeks here, two weeks there – and it felt too fast compared to the rest of the book.
My Favorite Moment: Valentine’s Day!
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Chloe moaned. Why couldn’t she move?
Had she ended up with another Johnson sleeping with her again? Jinx wasn’t usually the cuddling type, but Ivy liked to spoon sometimes. She grunted and tried to wiggle free.
Was Ivy groping her boob? Okay, that might require a conversation about personal space. And seriously when had Ivy become close to two tons? She opened her eyes and immediately slammed them shut. Too bright.
So not good.
Just how much had she guzzled last night? And her mouth tasted like death. Thank God it was Sunday. Obviously, she didn’t know how to handle Vegas.
A groan dented her personal flogging. Not a girl groan.
No. No. No.
She squeezed her eyes shut so tightly that sparklers started going off behind her eyelids. She didn’t. She wouldn’t.
Flashes of bodies grinding in a dark room tightened her throat.
You can do it. Open your eyes. Big girl panties, goddammit.
Was she wearing panties? She wiggled her legs.
Sweet peaches, she so wasn’t.
Chloe forced herself to open her eyes and look down. Definitely not the shirt she’d been wearing last night. Was that Dave Grohl? Why had her boobs had grown at least two sizes?
Because a male hand was cupping each of them like she was his own personal rock wall.
She suppressed another moan when the man’s hands tightened. His thumb flicked over her nipple and it responded instantly.
He groaned and pushed up her shirt. “Round two?” he asked in a fuzzy mumble.
“Round none!” She kicked out and connected with something before she scrambled up against the headboard.
“Fuck me.” The man curled into a fetal position.
Dark hair and naked shoulders. Was that a tattoo? Was he naked under the sheet?
She didn’t wait to find out. She leaped off the bed. Not her hotel room. This one was bigger with only one bed. A lake-sized mattress with tangled white sheets.
She was going to be sick. She lunged for the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it before she skidded in front of the toilet. Her stomach revolted until there was nothing but dry heaves shuddering through her.
“Are you all right?”
No, she wasn’t all right. She’d awakened in a strange hotel room with a strange man. She gripped the edge of the bowl, frowning as something clicked against the porcelain.
She pulled shaking fingers away and flushed, then stumbled to the sink.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her pupils absolutely huge. Blindly, she fumbled with the faucet, causing another clink of metal against metal. She stuck her head under the spray to rinse away the sick.
She needed eight toothbrushes and a magic eraser for her brain.
Actually, not so much on the erasing because she couldn’t remember a damn thing.
How had she ended up here?
Why couldn’t she remember?
Where the hell was her phone?
Auto-pilot kicked in as she pumped soap on her hands. Metal clicked against metal. She still had on Snake’s ring. She couldn’t seem to take it off, but she’d moved it to her right hand.
That was only one hand.
Something flashed on her left hand.
On her ring finger.
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