I wasn't planning to propose to Raif Jones, the bad boy from the wrong side of town.The one with the tattooed muscles, naughty blue eyes, and dimpled, James-Dean grin.You see, it all started with a series of bad decisions. First was flirting with a dangerous criminal to rescue a little girl I didn't even know.Second was throwing a massive, masked gala in my small-town hideout (complete with drag queens) and not expecting to draw attention... Then Raif rode in on a motorcycle and melted my undies (and my heart), saying he wouldn't let anybody hurt me. Of course, I asked him to marry me.Imagine my surprise when he said yes.We're a little naughty and a lot hot, and the perks of being married are very... perky.They're perky in the shower, on the kitchen table, against the front door...Until Bad Decision #1 tracks me down (thanks to Bad Decision #2), and my outlaw husband turns Alpha Protector, risking everything to keep us safe.It's just a marriage of convenience. It's supposed to have an end date.But when the dust settles, walking away from Raif Jones could be the worst decision I've ever made.(A LITTLE NAUGHTY is a small-town, marriage of convenience romance with single-mom vibes, a protective hero, no third-act breakup, and light suspense. No cheating. No cliffhanger.)