Not every superhero needs a cape!

Hello. My name is James and I've just recovered from a break-up with the awful Gareth, who left me for a man who has nipples the size of cigar stubs. How's that for a bash to my self-esteem? Gareth did me a favor, though, and now it's time to go after the man I really love, but first I need to crash out of my morose shell and go clubbing.

After I bump into my crush—ahem, neighbor—Ronnie, and find myself babbling stupid things while ogling him as he stands in his doorway wrapped in nothing but a towel, I begin to wonder whether true love will ever come my way if I keep acting so amateurish in the relationship department. But Ronnie accepts my invitation to join me at the club, and what happens afterward both amazes and freaks me the hell out. The man of my dreams is like no other, and he might well need me as his sidekick in the future if things keep going the way they are.

With a nasty thug to deal with and a robber stealing a woman's handbag, Ronnie has to let his inner force free and right the wrongs. Can I handle this new life? And, more to the point, can Ronnie? Who needs a cape and a mask when Ronnie has power at his fingertips and a brilliant ability to whisk us here, there and everywhere so we're flying with the stars?