About Horny: Sex Without Scruples
Brad Deep didn’t just peek into the male sexual psyche—he lived in it, banked it, and sold the tickets.
One day, a young Brad heard Francis Ford Coppola say in a documentary, “If an aspiring filmmaker wants to make a movie, he must do whatever it takes.”
Brad took that literally. He hired a few girls, opened an erotic massage parlor, and planned to use the profits to fund his movie.
What he didn’t plan for was front-row seats to the raw, unfiltered reality of male sexuality—the desires, the lies, the awkward kinks, and the desperate confessions men never make sober… or to their wives.
Horny: Sex Without Scruples is a savage, brutally honest, and laugh-out-loud demolition of dating myths, gender games, and the absurd mating dance we call relationships.
Written by a man who saw it all—the office bosses, the preachers, the boyfriends, the husbands—this isn’t therapy; it’s a strip search of the male libido… with sarcasm as the lube.
With stories you’d never tell your priest, real data that proves just how far the depravity runs, and chapter titles that slap harder than your ex’s mood swings, Horny is the book men pray women never read… and the one women can’t resist picking up.
If you’ve ever wanted to know what men are really like when nobody’s watching—this is your backstage pass.
Just don’t read it at church.
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Author Bio:
Brad Deep doesn’t write to please—he writes to provoke. His style is a bar fight with words: savage satire, razor-sharp commentary, and laughter so wrong you feel guilty… until you’re glad someone finally said it.
A world traveler and unapologetic troublemaker, Brad drags taboos into daylight and skewers modern hypocrisy with brutal honesty. When he’s not writing, he’s fueling up on raw vegetables, cycling, working out, and doing enough five-finger solos to qualify as a cardio program.
He believes in borderless living, except when it comes to idiots—those walls can’t be high enough.