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Jewish girls, beware! The hot, Hebrew-speaking honey you’ve been chasing might be attracted to, dare I say it, a shiksa!

Welcome to the world of Manhattan publicist Aimee Albert, whose topsy-turvy “I love Jewish men, I hate Jewish men” dating life is the subject of Laurie Graff’s latest novel, “The Shiksa Syndrome.”

Much like Graff’s best-selling books “You Have to Kiss a Lot of Frogs” and “Looking for Mr. Goodfrog,” “The Shiksa Syndrome” is chick-lit to the extreme, as Aimee’s series of romantic mishaps as a Jew-turned-shiksa offer up moments of humor, sadness and all-around awkwardness.

Yes, the plot is farfetched (apparently hair dye and contact lenses can transform any Jewish girl into a “shiksa goddess”), but it does provide a refreshing look at what can happen when you temporarily renounce your cultural identity, only to realize how much you actually miss it.

When the reader first meets 39-year-old Aimee, she’s watching her gorgeous, non-Jewish boyfriend, Peter, carve a ham for Christmas dinner and wishing she could “just celebrate Christmas the Jewish way with Chinese food and a movie.”

Graff’s portrayal of Aimee is highly stereotypical — she craves deli food, never misses a Shabbat dinner with her parents and spews so many Yiddish words you’d swear she was carrying around a dictionary. (Luckily, “The Shiksa Syndrome” provides one for the Yiddish neophyte.)

Peter makes a quick entrance and exit as he dumps Aimee during Christmas dinner, leaving her with a clear mission: Next time, she’s going to find a Jewish guy, no exceptions.

To brighten her post-breakup spirits, Aimee’s family surprises her with a head-to-toe makeover. She’s experienced the all-too-typical “I got dumped” weight loss and gets a new look to go along with a new body.

And it’s just in time for a JDate-esque singles night with her best friend and co-worker, Krista, also on the prowl for a Jewish guy. It’s there that Aimee meets Josh, a “nice Jewish boy” who mistakes her for a shiksa.

Aimee’s charade as a Protestant from Scranton instead of a Jewish native New Yorker gets her into a slew of sticky situations that start off laughable — she “de-Jewifies” her apartment by replacing her prayer book, Shabbat candles and rye bread with Christmas cards, plastic Easter eggs and white bread — but in the end, it all becomes too predictable to tolerate.

What lies beneath these moments of fluff is Graff’s attempt to tackle issues facing the Jewish singles scene, such as interfaith marriage, cultural perceptions and just plain looking for Mr. or Ms. Right.

Though she employs countless clichés to get her message across, Graff ultimately succeeds in using Aimee as the quintessential “unlucky in love” gal who slowly realizes that Mr. Wrong could really be someone right.

“The Shiksa Syndrome” by Laurie Graff (336 pages, Broadway Books, $22.95)