Type A attorney Fiona Quinn has one goal left to accomplish before turning 30: A big, fairy tale wedding. All she needs is a groom. So what if she's never been in love—or even lust—before? She's confident she can solve the problem the way she always does, with spreadsheets and an action plan. When a family emergency brings bad boy Max Devlin swaggering back into town—with his cocky grin, tattoos, and wanderlust—Fiona has to remind herself that he's as unsuitable as it gets. Nope. Not happening. No matter how irresistible his invitation is for a night or seven between the sheets. If she can't tie him down—metaphorically, of course—her pants must stay on. Max can't remember the last time a woman turned him down. He's a guaranteed three-orgasms good time, dammit. So what if he's not the marrying kind? Those sweaty palms he gets when Fiona agrees to help him save his dad's punk rock club are just an allergic reaction to her methodical march toward matrimony. Before he hits the road again, he's going to prove to Fiona that life's more fun when you play rather than plan. No one gets hurt when it's all just fun and games, right?  Not the Marrying Kind is a steamy, opposites attract romance featuring a cocky bad boy with a heart of gold, a buttoned-up good girl with a secret wild side, and a guaranteed HEA.