I have 30 days to find a husband. Problem is, I can't even get a date.

The old coot who used to hang out in my bar? Turned out he was a millionaire. A multi-millionaire. And he just left me all his money.
The catch?
Of course there's a catch.
I get the money if I’m 25 years old (check), and married (not checked; not by a landslide). And--I only have 30 days to pull this off.
But when I meet Nat, Linc, Win, and Brose, I've found what every girl dreams of, multiplied by four. The millions were within reach. I could pay off my student loans, move out of my roach-infested dump of an apartment, and maybe even take a vacation with my best gay boyfriend Matty.
But four guys?
That wasn't part of the deal.
I had to choose.
And decide it if was worth it.