There's one thing you should know. I wasn't that drunk. I was more than sober enough to put a stop to it. The truth is, it was my idea. I'm the one who suggested it. I knew it was crazy, but it's not as if I'd be the first girl to get married on a whim in Las Vegas. I wouldn't even be the last girl to get married on a whim in Las Vegas. So what's my excuse? I liked him. I liked the idea that he'd be stuck with me, just for a little bit. Because nothing good ever lasts, so you might as well have a good time while you can

Have you ever set out to have a one night stand with a sexy stranger?No? I’m the only one?Just kidding, I would never.Ever.Not usually.But then I figured, why not? My entire life I’ve been good and it’s gotten me nowhere.No job.No apartment.No boyfriend. I’m owed a little fun, aren’t I? A reward for being good.Sure, a new pair of shoes would be more appropriate, but Mr. Sexy Stranger is more appealing. And when he speaks—in that British accent—it’s a done deal. Every American woman has a hot British guy fantasy. Well, most do. I haven't taken a poll or anything, but I’m pretty sure it’s a fact. Except… You know that saying about best-laid plans? Good, because I don’t either, but I assume they go awry.Like my one night stand…

I have a crush on my boss’ best friend.At least it’s not my brother’s best friend. Or my best friend’s brother.Or… never mind. It’s all pretty cliche. And worse? My boss’ best friend is his business partner. Which sort of makes him my boss too. Okay - it’s not sort of. It’s definite. Gabe Laurent is off limits. Totally off limits. Which is fine. I make do with my imagination. He’ll never know. Ever. Unless my work bestie passes me an eighties-style teen movie sex quiz during a meeting and I fill it out. And it ends up in Gabe’s hands…

I’ve always been a good girl. I work hard, I follow the rules, and I always achieve my goals. But sometimes good girls want things that aren’t good for them. Or someone who isn’t good for them. Like their new boss. And sometimes they do very bad things to get his attention. Like sell their virginity in an auction. Who knew he’d be so very, very mad?Maybe this was not my best laid plan…

New York Times & USA Today BestsellerI have a history of picking the wrong guy. Gay? Player? Momma's boy? Check, check and check. Now I can't stop fantasizing about one of the customers at the coffee shop I work at between classes. It's just a harmless crush, right? It's not like I ever see this guy outside of the coffee shop. It's not like I'm going to see him while attempting to get birth control at the student clinic. While wearing a paper gown. While sitting on an exam table. Because he's the doctor. Shoot. Me. But what if, for once, the man I've had the dirtiest, most scandalous fantasies about turned out to be everything but wrong? Wrong is a full-length, standalone novel by Jana Aston**

“Knock knock!”“Um… Who’s there?”Yeah. That was me, on my last date. Before you feel sorry for me you should know that I was the one telling the jokes. Jokes as in plural, because I didn’t stop with just one. Of course not. Hi, I’m Chloe Scott. The most awkward single girl in the city.But I’m going to get it together. I am. I’m going to learn how to date like a grown up.I’m going to have an orgasm not given to myself. I’m going to fall in love and live happily ever after. Right after I get out of this interrogation room.