We don't think we can improve on the author's own summary of his book: So there I was roysh, in a state of basically very blissful ignorance, when suddenly Sorcha's up the Damien and I have to listen to, like, women's stuff. I am telling you, roysh, I never even knew nipples could crack and I was very happy not knowing it. I mean, all I knew about the whole scenario was six seconds of seriously good loving, and now I'm basically expected to be an expert on how to, like, breathe like Dorth Vader and deal with baby turds. This is SO not good for my rep - but do you think Sorcha even, like, cares about that? Not focking likely!
From the author's pen to your eyes: Ross O'Carroll-Kelly is fertile. Of that you can basically be sure. But then, why should I keep this babe magnet package to myself: the pecs, the abs, the whole bod basically -- I'm spreading the love, roysh, so a whole new generation of ladies get some of this. It's an act of charity, for fock's sake!