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.

This book is not just an erotic parody of all the dirty, crazy, squishy things that happen in romances, it also pokes fun at that monolithic labyrinth of books, that starts with A and ends with Zon. If you don't know what that is, I have a bridge to sell you. When a stag party goes terribly wrong, Virginia Chaste loses her memory of all the best bits of her fiancé, Karl whatsisface. She awakens with her tongue stuck to the castle floor, a suspicion that someone kissed her, a missing fiancé, and no idea what will happen next. Luckily Dangerous Bob can show her the way. All she has to do is join Zagan Grimm, rock star and demon, he of the radioactive cock, to retrieve the ultimate sex book, the Necrosexi-texmexicon, from the depths of the Zon, then she can get her fiancé back, even if she'd rather sell his castle and make a million dollars. Then she absolutely has to remember not to have a spectacular, tentacular ménage with Zagan and Karl whatsisface. With so many things to remember, Virginia may forget the last one. Yes, a big, fat warning to all those with pristine, well-vacuumed minds: Here Be Tentacles.

A kinky western spoof featuring John Beastwood, a hero with six guns and six tentacles. While in search of a man-flu cure, Virginia trips on a nuclear powered skateboard and goes back in time to 1860. She marches into Peckerwood Springs determined to find her way back to her future. If any damn were-squid gunslinger gets in her way, Virginia’s gonna shove his nearest tentacle up his own whatsit. Back to the future on acid, with a hefty dose of sex and tentacles.