It’s here! It’s here! WHIPPED is here!
We’re celebrating and giving stuff away!
Vi: If you can’t sell a dildo in Vegas, you’re doing it wrong. That’s why I opened Whipped–a sex toy store. Because sex and Sin City go together like… well, like sex and Sin City.
I’ve seen everything–and I mean EVERYTHING–which is why the guy who comes in every week with a new flavor of arm candy buying yet another set of sex toys doesn’t surprise me. But when he becomes my new roommate, well…
Lachlan: I’m a male stripper. I’m not ashamed of it–in fact, I fucking love it. I turn girls on five nights a week. With a stare. With a sway of the hips. Then I take them home and fuck their brains out. I live by three rules: No commitments. No falling in love. Only mind-blowing orgasms.
Now I want more.
But Vi isn’t interested in a fuck buddy, and I’ve never been one to stick to a single girl.
They say that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. But when you live here full time…
That’s when things really get interesting.
Content Warning: This book contains sex, swearing… and did we mention sex? Lots of sex. And abs. And Australian accents.