Irish Ellison's answer for reeling in a wealthy husband was simple. Buy one ticket to Texas. Trade in boring, shapeless dresses for a brand—new, sexy wardrobe. And set out to woo and wed a member of the Texas Millionaires' Club.
But Irish ran into a little detour along the way. A six—and—a—half—foot, blond, muscular detour by the name of Kyle Rutledge.
Kyle would have made the perfect groom except he didn't have a cent to his name. But how could Irish resist a hunk who refused to let her walk down the aisle with anyone but him?
