The Four Groomsmen of the Wedpocalypse

His name is Pestilence. At least, that’s what they called him in college after an outbreak of a certain, ahem, intimately transmitted infection on campus. Now in his thirties, Leo St. James is fully reformed from his playboy past. He has a fiancée and everything. Oh, no, wait. He lied about that. His fiancée doesn’t exist. But when Leo’s boss sees him with his hand cupped around Amelia Darcy’s face, Leo has no choice but to call her his bride-to-be and promise to bring her to his company retreat.

Marlon St. James wants only one thing: to be left alone. He has a house, a successful private security business, and endless peace and quiet. Things are exactly as they should be. Until Camilla.

He’s an overprotective bodyguard. The dark-haired grump who makes introverted, good girl me more flustered than usual. And, until he decides I’m safe, he’s also my new roommate.

Archer Jones is a tall, gorgeous man with a killer smile. When we kissed at our friends’ wedding last year, we agreed it was a mistake. We’re friends. Nothing more. Until he walks me to my flower shop’s front door—and we discover a body. The villainess who’s been terrorizing our town for the past five years is lying cold on my business’s floor…and the murder weapon happens to belong to Archer.