Game, S*x, Match by Ana Byrde

Size doesn’t matter. Or does it?
I thought I found the guy. You know, that guy? The one that makes your knees go weak with one look? I found him. And then he dropped his pants and I climbed out the window. Oh, not because the size of his anaconda scared me, not at all. But because I didn’t want to show him mine.
Life isn’t easy when your trouser snake is more of a trouser tadpole.
I’ve got a plan to fix that, though. Aunt Rosy is hosting a couple’s competition. All I have to do is win it, grab the prize money and get surgery to make myself bigger. The only problem? The guy Aunt Rosy’s match-making app chooses as my partner for this competition.
It’s the anaconda guy.
And I don’t think I’m over him.