Dirty Girl

Frantically seeking rich, famous, single man with a giant c*ck to create my lying, cheating, should’ve-been-born-d*ckless ex-boyfriend realize what he’s just lost. Oh, and I provide great head. Just sayin’.

No man in his correct mind would answer that ad.

Except thousands did.

I am Greer Karas, and I will under no circumstances be allowed near another container of booze again. Since when I drink, my friend and I do stupid things. Like have a web page out of my old brother Creighton’s playbook and about Dirty Young lady Duet post something completely asinine on the Internet. Waking up with a giant hangover to find my humiliating personal advertisement has truly gone viral is not my finest second.

Cue my appear of surprise when one of the movie industry’s hottest new bad guys, Cavanaugh Westman, comes knocking at my door and drops his pants to demonstrate that he will indeed have a giant c*ck.

What he doesn’t have is an explanation for why he disappeared from my entire life without a phrase three years ago, only to show up over the big screen 2 yrs later, killing bad guys in action flicks.

Now he desires me again.

What do I really do now?

Dirty Love

Greer Karas has been mine because the first day I saw her.

I walked away because she deserved better than I could offer, but I usually planned to come back and stake my state when enough time was right.

But true to form, Greer wasn’t willing to wait around. She threw down difficult, and I’m conference her head-on.

I’m not strolling away this time around because sometimes you have to fight dirty for love.