Three women pine after the same lying, cheating, narcissistic manwhore. The book begins after the gigolo scumbag has been hit by a car (the "accident" of the title) and is now in an induced coma, but skips back in time to flesh out the storyline.
Each of these seemingly smart, successful, pushing-40 women believes she's the one who will change the adulterous cad's mind about commitment.
You'd think his wife, whom he's cheated on repeatedly, would know better, but nah; she's too busy injecting botox and starving herself to fit those tiny-sized jeans to care.
There's also the beautiful, ethereal mistress with long, golden locks (barf) who stays with him even after she's confronted by the wife; the therapist who has no ethical standards and fucks her patient because he's just too gorgeous to resist, despite him jilting her once before (gag me with a spoon already); and a fourth mystery woman whose obsession borders on madness because she's soooo pretty and deserves better (bitch, get in line).
This man apparently has magical sperm because every female within walking distance is getting knocked up left and right. Birth control, anyone??
It was honestly gross and embarrassing to read about pathetic, insecure, shallow women lacking all self-respect (even more so, because the author who wrote this bullshit is a woman).
So was the hit and run really an accident? Maybe, but if I were any one of these ladies, I would have aimed, accelerated, and then reversed for good measure. That's just me tho.
Tedious plot, flat characters with similar voices, absurd ending with a silly twist.