A parody of everything great and weird in erotic romance that could be stuffed into one book without it exploding. For some girls, one tentacle isn't enough. Having a bad day isn't good but when Virginia Chaste has a bad day, she gets felt up by a tentacle monster. If it simply has to happen, let it at least be a billionaire and a hot biker. Virginity isn't all it's cracked up to be and her search for the Holy Grail of Erotic Romance, the ten inch purple-headed schlong, may have finally borne fruit. Yeehaw! Playing hide the tentacle has never been so much fun.