"You be Thelma, I’ll be Louise.”

    Read the unbelievable true stories of two best friends and their search for the fabled “one” (no, not Jesus. Wrong book). Meet musicians, cowboys, and a stream of monosyllabic Scandinavian alcoholics (where do they find them?). They fall in love, they fall in mind-numbing boredom, they fall in “you’ll do for now,” and they certainly fall in lust (I mean, we’re all human). From destroying a boyfriend’s multi-million dollar house attempting to use a dishwasher to tales of love on the high seas, these are not the pedestrian adventures of a buttoned-up “Rules” girl.

 These girls playing hard to get? Please.

 Things get completely out of control when Frances and Audrey pair up. The two friends met over sousaphones in the college marching band (a surprising hotbed of talented kissers). Perpetual wing-women, the girls continue to hold each other’s hair back and egg one another on to creating the next chapter.

 The specialty adventure of these ladies is to pack up a carload of vodka and high heels and hit the road. Because, really, who hasn’t had an on-the-road romance with a middle-aged Hell’s Angel in South Dakota? Anyone?

 They’ve had Prozac-popping princes and hairy-backed frogs; they’ve dated men of all shapes, sizes, and levels of mental stability. But did they ever find him—the one who sparks their flame?