Flirtini with Disaster: The Single Girl’s Guide to Self-Sabotage

| April 23, 2013

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Flirtini with Disaster: The Single Girl's Guide to Self-Sabotage

Have you ever met, married, and buried someone all in the span of five minutes? You have if you’re Kat McCoy, the Dr. Frankenstein of flirting who turns every man into a monster in her mind. Set in New York City at the height of the speed dating craze, Flirtini with Disaster: The Single Girl’s Guide to Self-Sabotage follows this outrageous party girl as she is thrust into the company of twenty bachelors via the Date and Dash. Once the party gets started and Kat’s overactive imagination takes control, it is one humiliating adventure after another. The night sends Kat on an involuntary journey of self-discovery that involves her Drag Daddy, yodeling, sex with a ghost, a serial killer, a lesbian encounter that prompts her to reexamine her orientation, evil clowns, infidelity, false accusations of animal cruelty, and booze, booze, and more booze. Dare to come along on this unforgettable romp through the fifth region of dating hell. Warning: This is not chick lit for the weak at heart.Have you ever met, married, and buried someone all in the span of five minutes? You have if you’re Kat McCoy, the Dr. Frankenstein of flirting who turns every man into a monster in her mind. Set in New York City at the height of the speed dating craze, Flirtini with Disaster: The Single Girl’s Guide to Self-Sabotage follows this outrageous party girl as she is thrust into the company of twenty bachelors via the Date and Dash. Once the party gets started and Kat’s overactive imagination takes control, it is one humiliating adventure after another. The night sends Kat on an involuntary journey of self-discovery that involves her Drag Daddy, yodeling, sex with a ghost, a serial killer, a lesbian encounter that prompts her to reexamine her orientation, evil clowns, infidelity, false accusations of animal cruelty, and booze, booze, and more booze. Dare to come along on this unforgettable romp through the fifth region of dating hell. Warning: This is not chick lit for the weak at heart.

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