Book description
Ross O'Carroll-Kelly thought he knew all he needed to about women's
bodies ... So there I was, roysh, in a state of basically very blissful
ignorance, when suddenly Sorcha's up the Damien and I have to listen to,
like, women's stuff. And now he's getting a biology lesson he could have
SO lived without ... I am telling you, roysh, I never even knew nipples
could crack and I was very happy not knowing it. I mean, all I knew
about the whole scenario was six seconds of seriously good loving, and
now I'm basically expected to be an expert on how to, like, breathe like
Dorth Vader and deal with baby turds. Sometimes, life just isn't fair to
the babe magnet supremo ... This is SO not good for my rep - but do you
think Sorcha even, like, cares about that? Not focking likely!
Hilarious Ross O Carroll-Kelly is fertile. Of that you can basically
be sure. He is also the bestselling king of dick-lit, with five previous
titles to his name. Prolific, then, in every sense of the word
