Desperately seeking rich, famous, single guy with a giant cock to make my lying, cheating, should've-been-born-dickless ex-boyfriend realize what he's just lost.Oh, and I give great head. Just sayin'.No man in his right mind would answer that ad.Except thousands did.My name is Greer Karas, and I should never be allowed near ather bottle of booze again. Because when I drink, my friend and I do stupid things. Like take a page out of my older brother Creighton's playbook and post something completely asinine on the Internet. Waking up with a giant hangover to find my humiliating personal ad has gone viral is t my finest moment.Cue my look of shock when one of Hollywood's hottest new bad boys, Cavanaugh Westman, comes kcking at my door and drops his pants to prove that he does indeed have a giant cock.What he doesn't have is an explanation for why he disappeared from my life without a word three years ago, only to show up on the big screen two years later, killing bad guys in action flicks.And w he wants me again.What the hell do I do w?
