Wanted: Seeking multiple virile men who understand that the Big O is not just another letter in the alphabet.

I, Ava Sterling, am queen of juicy tidbits, sizzling advice, and intimate anecdotes in my monthly “Sex & Love” column, enlightening women all over America for Glisten Magazine. To countless readers, I have it all: glamour, brains, and an enviable sex life.

But here’s the scandalous truth that lies behind the glossy pages: in a top-secret and ironic twist, I’ve never, actually, had my own Big O.

Not even close. And DIY ain’t cutting it.

So when my editor drops a bomb, assigning me a topic for our anniversary issue, my heart plummets to the bottom of my stilettos.

The daunting task?

Write a first-hand account of my first O.

In mere seconds, my flawless reputation is headed for disaster.

I’ve reached my finish… without a happy ending.

Enter my overprotective dude-roommate and his hot friends. They somehow get wind of my predicament, coming up with a secret plan of their own to help me cross the finish line.

Sometimes it takes a village.

Or in my case, three dreamy, devoted men.

But when hearts entangle, I find myself in an emotional chaos even I have no advice for. I may have started out looking for my Big O, but now I have a whole alphabet of desires.