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[null,null,"Autore",null,"Wilder Jasinda"]
[null,null,"Titolo",null,"Badd motherfcker / / Jasinda Wilder"]
[null,null,"Pubbl/distr/stampa",null,"Denver, : NLA Digital LLC, 2016"]
[null,null,"ISBN",null,"1-941098-53-3"]
[null,null,"Descrizione fisica",null,"1 online resource"]
[null,null,"Collana",null,"Badd Brothers, ; 1."]
[null,null,"Classificazione",null,"FIC027020"]
[null,null,"Soggetti",null,"Fiction"]
[{"$nulls":4},"Romance"]
[null,null,"Lingua di pubblicazione",null,"Inglese"]
[null,null,"Formato",null,"Materiale a stampa"]
[null,null,null,"Livello bibliografico","Monografia"]
[null,null,null,"Note generali","Title from eBook information screen.."]
[null,null,null,"Sommario/riassunto","Your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, right? That's what they say, at least. I went into that day hoping I'd get the happiest day of my life. What I got? The worst. I mean, you really can't get any worse of a day without someone actually dying. So...I may have gotten just a little drunk, and maybe just a tad impetuous... And landed myself in a dive bar somewhere in Alaska, alone, still in my wedding dress, half-wasted and heart-broken.  Eight brothers, one bar.  Sounds like the beginning to a bad joke, yeah? I kinda think so. Wanna hear another joke? A girl walks into a bar, soaking wet and wearing a wedding dress. I knew I shouldn't have touched her. She was hammered, for one thing, and heartbroken for another. I've chased enough tail to know better. That kinda thing only leads to clinginess, and a clingy female is the last thing on this earth I need. I got a bar needs running, and only me to run it—at least until my seven wayward brothers decide to show their asses up... Then this chick walks in, fine as hell, wearing a soaked wedding dress that leaves little enough to the imagination—and I've got a hell of an imagination. I knew I shouldn't have touched her. Not so much as a finger, not even innocently. But I did."]