My entire life is a mess.
My ex cheated. My job sucks. And my apartment smells like old takeout and despair. Enter: a 3 A.M. infomercial promising the Scrubbie Dubbie will change my life. Desperate and half-delirious, I order it. The next day, a sponge arrives—hot pink, dual-textured, and paired with a cleaning liquid that smells suspiciously like seduction. Then things get... weird. And wet. One steamy scrub-down later, I slip, hit my head, and wake up to a six-foot-something alien Adonis with abs for days and an obsession with cleaning. And with me. He's strong, sudsy, and ready to polish more than just my floors. He came to tidy my apartment—and he just might stay to deep-clean my soul. Scrub Me, Daddy is a sentient object romance that includes a sponge and a human woman. It's a sweet and spicy story, all in good "clean" fun.
