About the book: year / What's your name, beautiful? It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, I won't remember him anyway. My name is Tuck Morgan and I am Las Vegas Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive. And also the host of the most popular morning show on radio in Las Vegas. I am also in therapy for sexual abuse. My therapist is forcing me to write this. Doc says writing it down will help put things into perspective. To be clear: I have no problem with sexual harassment. I have problems with sexual dissatisfaction. And it's definitely not my fault. That responsibility lies squarely with the person I'm accused of stalking. I see her every weekday at the ungodly six o'clock in the morning. It's funny. I used to think that this early was the best time of day. I lived by starting my mornings so early that I didn't see my bed for many, many hours. Well, unless it was to recuperate. At the risk of sounding presumptuous, I was well rested. Sex is my sport. At least she was, until Jen waltzed through the studio door and announced that she was my new morning show co-host. I swear she's developed some kind of ESP-suppressing pheromone that follows me around and screws me over at every turn. I haven't had sex... for too long. To be honest, I haven't been keeping track of time. Well, actually, I have. It's been two months. By the way, that's how long Jensen McKenzie has been my co-host. I don't think my balls could get any bluer.