
I have thirty days to get married... ...and four men who want to help me fail spectacularly. The rules are simple: say "I do," inherit millions, and escape my broke, roach-infested apartment. The problem?...

Life was good. I was tending bar, making enough to get by, paying my rent, and enjoying the occasional cocktail with my best gay boyfriend, Matty. And then I got the call. One of my customers had passed. The one who we nicknamed "Grandpa," who'd watch us for hours from...