Charley Van Leeuwen
can tell by a man's kiss whether he's been drinking Taittinger
or Veuve Clicquot. Not that she kisses many men. In fact, she's been so completely
indifferent to finding a relationship that her friends have declared her
love life a lost cause.
So imagine their surprise when she comes home to San
Francisco with her new husband. Jack Fairfax is the definition of tall,
dark, and handsome. He's also a man with a past, and Charley
soon learns that past is not exactly what he says it's been.
Is he the mild-mannered meteorologist he claims to be? If so,
you'd think he'd be able to say something about a cloud besides "it
looks like a pony."
And what about the murdered woman Charley
found in her bathtub on her first night back in town? Does
Jack know more than he's telling her? Like who the victim was?
And where the hell she left her clothes?
All these questions
distract Charley from what she thought she'd be doing--finding
a house she and Jack can live in, keeping her best friend
from being seduced by her uncle's patented bad-boy charm, and
rescuing her non-profit repertory theater from artistic and
It will take all Charley's friends
as well as all her talents to figure things out. Luckily,
she can rely on Eileen, a financial manager who's so hyper-organized
she thinks alphabetizing is a hobby, Brenda, a big-hearted
professor of Woman's Studies who seems to be developing an embarrassing
appreciation for high heels, and Simon, who runs her theater with a martini
in one hand and a script in the other.
With this gang Charley and Jack
can handle anything--kidnappings, murders, bitter ex-boyfriends,
out-of-control relatives, and vicious former spies--all while
staging a play, starting a business, and getting to the heart
of this whole marriage thing.
Charley Fairfax--heiress, theatrical producer, newlywed--has every intention of living happily ever after with her tall, dark, and sarcastic husband Jack. The only mysteries she faces are which play to choose for next season and how to decorate her dining room.
But when Jack is hired to investigate a suspicious death at a San Francisco software company, it quickly becomes clear that high-tech has some lowlife elements. The only way Charley knows how to help Jack involves doing something nobody thought she would ever do.
Charley needs to get a job.
It might be a problem that Charley and her band of irregulars from the repertory theater learned everything they know about the workplace from a production of How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying , but that doesn't stop them from going undercover to find a killer. And even though she's only had one day's training in corporate double-speak, Charley isn't worried. Faking it has always been her strong suit.
Charley and Jack are starting to get the hang of this marriage thing. If only people would stop talking about babies, introducing them to decorators, and trying to kill them, they might even get to take a honeymoon.