3 Review(s)

Kat's in Hollywood to meet a man who's romantic. You know, the type who talks to you after sex. Nothing special, as long as he has pectorals, a Ph.D., a nice bum, a non-sexist attitude, can cook souffles and wants a loving relationship with bone-marrow melting sex. Now, is that too much to ask of a billionaire? For Kat, love is in the air. Her mate, Tash assures her it's only car exhaust . . . 'Funny, irreverent, smart. A hot new writer with a wickedly hilarious pen' JACKIE COLLINS. 'Fast, funny and compulsively readable, a love story with the spirit of balsamic vinegar added' MAUREEN FREELY, OPTIONS. 'It cheered me up' SALMAN RUSHDIE