Ginger Graham has had the worst solar-day anyone could have. Being put on a hit list would do that to a woman. On her quest to drink her problem under the table, she meets Mr. Perfect, in the most luscious package. As a physexian, she knows his type. He's a candidate for her couch. Then she learns her protector will be–Mr Perfect himself.

They said he was a space-aged Casanova. Maybe he was, but Jack never thought his reputation would gamble against the odds of winning the female of his dreams.