Desperately seeking rich, famous, single man with a huge cock to make my lying, cheating, should’ve-been-born-dickless ex-boyfriend realize what he’s just lost.

Oh, and We give great mind. Just sayin’.

No man in his correct mind would answer that ad.

Except thousands did.

My name is Greer Karas, and I should hardly ever be allowed close to another container of booze again. Since when I beverage, my friend and I do ridiculous things. Like take a page out of my old brother Creighton’s playbook and post something about Dirty Gal completely asinine on the Internet. Waking up with a huge hangover to discover my humiliating personal ad has truly gone viral isn’t my finest second.

Cue my appear of surprise when among Hollywood’s hottest new bad boys, Cavanaugh Westman, comes knocking at my door and drops his slacks to demonstrate that he does indeed have a giant cock.

What he does not have is an reason why he disappeared from my entire life without a phrase 3 years ago, and then show up over the big screen two years later, killing criminals doing his thing flicks.

And today he wants me again.

The actual hell do I really do now?