"Jaine Austen's amused take on life, love, sex and LA will delight readers." --Carolyn Hart
A gal with a serious Ben & Jerry's habit can't afford to be too picky about employment opportunities. So when Beverly Hills socialite SueEllen Kingsley offers freelance writer Jaine Austen megabucks to ghostwrite a book of hostess tips, it's time to sharpen the #2s.
But everything short circuits when Jaine finds SueEllen floating face down in her tub, fried by her own blow dryer. The primary suspect: Heidi, SueEllen's stepdaughter, whose account of a mysterious blonde fleeing the scene is greeted with skepticism by Beverly Hills' finest. Peroxided suspects abound, including a very private masseuse, a jealous nurse, a former game show hostess. . . even a closet blonde with a surprising secret. One of them is hiding a murderous heart behind pricey highlights, and Jaine's out to expose the killer's dark roots. Because blondes have enough fun without getting away with murder. . .
"Levine's series gets stronger with each book. Her dialogue is realistic yet hilarious, and her vivid characters jump off the page." -Romantic Times
"The identity of the real killer comes as [a] smart surprise." --Publishers Weekly
A gal with a serious Ben & Jerry's habit can't afford to be too picky about employment opportunities. So when Beverly Hills socialite SueEllen Kingsley offers freelance writer Jaine Austen megabucks to ghostwrite a book of hostess tips, it's time to sharpen the #2s.
But everything short circuits when Jaine finds SueEllen floating face down in her tub, fried by her own blow dryer. The primary suspect: Heidi, SueEllen's stepdaughter, whose account of a mysterious blonde fleeing the scene is greeted with skepticism by Beverly Hills' finest. Peroxided suspects abound, including a very private masseuse, a jealous nurse, a former game show hostess. . . even a closet blonde with a surprising secret. One of them is hiding a murderous heart behind pricey highlights, and Jaine's out to expose the killer's dark roots. Because blondes have enough fun without getting away with murder. . .
"Levine's series gets stronger with each book. Her dialogue is realistic yet hilarious, and her vivid characters jump off the page." -Romantic Times
"The identity of the real killer comes as [a] smart surprise." --Publishers Weekly
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Freelance writer and long-time Ben & Jerry's addict Jaine Austen uncovers murderers on the mean streets of Beverly Hills, with a little help from her snarky cat, Prozac, in this witty mystery series from acclaimed TV comedy writer and novelist Laura Levine-a lighthearted treat for cat cozy fans and readers of Joanne Fluke, Miranda James, and Laura Childs.
What could be more idyllic than starting a new gig with an exclusive train ride from Los Angeles to Santa Barbara? Turns out, a whole lot. Jaine must figure out how to tolerate her client-Chip Miller, aka Iron Man, a wealthy gym chain owner-who Jaine soon discovers is a tyrant and a bully with an ego as pumped as his pecs.
Practically everyone on board seems to have it in for Chip-his dysfunctional family members, his beleaguered staff, even his supposed best buddy from the gym. So it's no shocker when he's found dead in his cabin. Unfortunately for Jaine, she's the one who finds Chip's body, leaving her DNA on the murder weapon, and making her a prime suspect in the police investigation.
Forced to save her own caboose, can Jaine chug on through an unexpected love connection and ID the killer-or has she finally reached the end of the line?
What could be more idyllic than starting a new gig with an exclusive train ride from Los Angeles to Santa Barbara? Turns out, a whole lot. Jaine must figure out how to tolerate her client-Chip Miller, aka Iron Man, a wealthy gym chain owner-who Jaine soon discovers is a tyrant and a bully with an ego as pumped as his pecs.
Practically everyone on board seems to have it in for Chip-his dysfunctional family members, his beleaguered staff, even his supposed best buddy from the gym. So it's no shocker when he's found dead in his cabin. Unfortunately for Jaine, she's the one who finds Chip's body, leaving her DNA on the murder weapon, and making her a prime suspect in the police investigation.
Forced to save her own caboose, can Jaine chug on through an unexpected love connection and ID the killer-or has she finally reached the end of the line?