I'm the girl who likes "the c--k in the back hole." At least, that's what the dating profile my so-called friends set up for me claims. I'm also into BDSM, furries, and, "I'll try anything twice."

I have no idea the profile exists until the replies start rolling in. They range from funny to downright creepy, and everything in between. Just as I'm shutting down my email account for good, a new message pops up.

He's funny, and he's the only one to suspect the profile is a joke, so I think, what the hell? I reply.

When he suggests that we meet, I say yes. When I walk into that bar, he's sitting at a table, facing the other way. He turns his head just enough for me to be able to make out his face....

F--k. It's Cameron Hunter, one of the rudest, most arrogant assholes I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. He's also the son of one of the state's most influential judges. The same judge who's about to become my step-father....

Contains mature themes.

Missy Johnson

Luisterboeken