It’s the story of Emily, a shy, buttoned-up workaholic who gets swept up in the glitter-drenched madness of Bikini Beach—a pulsing erotic zone of bimbofication and desire. This is a love letter to the over-the-top debauchery of the 1980’s that I hope you and your readers enjoy!

She woke up chained in paradise, bare, collared, leaking, and wrong. Her name stolen, her limbs unlearning how to walk, her body twisted into something obscene and obedient. In this pastel prison of picket fences and Stepford smiles, she isn’t a woman anymore. She’s a fuckpet.