Jamie Katz is a certified Florida Man and swamp creature, even if he is living in California and begrudgingly working as a writer for his two-time ex-husband Paul’s porn outfit, Scorch Studios. It wouldn’t be a bad gig except for Paul’s new wife and second-in-command, an uptight Southern Belle named Tater. 

 

When Paul is found shot to death in the alley behind Scorch, every clue points to Jamie. Which is insane because why would Jamie kill one of the only two men he ever loved? Okay, yes, the obscenely expensive wedding rings Paul desperately needed back were hiding among Jamie’s nipple ring collection. And, sure, he was still sleeping with Paul, and Paul had just fired him. And, you know what, yeah, Jamie had just blown up Paul’s life and possibly marriage after getting fired. Of course he had! What, being hot isn’t enough, now he has to be a saint too?

 

Well, Jamie hasn’t survived four decades of his own bad ideas to go down for something he didn’t do. Between a jealous Tater and Scorch’s sketchy crew and wild porn stars, there are still plenty of suspects. So, if the cops are hell-bent on proving his guilt, then he’s just gonna have to solve this case himself. 

 

And if Jamie’s brand of investigation means jumping into bed with every guy in California, hey, that’s just a hard day’s work.