In essence an extended epilogue for readers who fell in love with Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint and Rachel Livingston and weren’t ready to let them go.

This is all happily ever after. It lacked any real conflict or drama, so it was pages of cheesy, happy, ridiculously sweet gooeyness, and I loved every minute of it, even though I’m sure it gave me diabetes.

Ms. Manwhore followed Rachel as she prepared for her wedding to the most wanted bachelor on the planet. Of course there were moments of insecurity and some doubt, but with her recent past and near loss of her happiness, she got over that quickly because she realized – as I’m sure we all would realize – that if a man like Saint asks for your hand, you say ‘yes’ and make it your mission not to fuck it up. I’m happy to say that Rachel didn’t fuck it up, so there wasn’t any dumb angst, and I was free to enjoy this perfect fairy tale. Also, Ms. Manwhore gave updates on Rachel’s friends (who, I’m relieved, don’t annoy me any more) and what I’m hoping is a peek at a spin off book featuring Rachel and Malcolm’s besties (*fingers crossed*).

Honestly, the whole time I was reading was a constant mental exercise of Ctrl F and replacing the name ‘Rachel’ with ‘Cristal’, so I’m happy to announce that I am now married to Malcolm Saint and will now only answer to the name Ms. Manwhore.