When a mystery writer cries bloody murder, everyone blames her overactive imaginationab Thriller scribe Sophie Katz is as hard-boiled as a woman who drinks Grande Caramel Brownie Frappuccinos can be. So Sophie knows it's not paranoia or post-divorce, living-alone-again jitters, when she becomes convinced that a crazed reader is sneaking into her apartment to reenact scenes from her books. The police, however, can't tell a good plot from an unmarked grave. When a filmmaker friend is brutally murdered in the manner of a death scene in one of his movies, Sophie becomes convinced that a copycat killer is on the loose aand that she's the next target. If she doesn't solve the mystery, her own bestseller will spell out her doom. Cursing her grisly imagination (why, oh, why did she have to pick the ax?), Sophie engages in some real-life gumshoe tactics. The man who swoops in to save her in dark alleys is mysterious new love interest Anatoly Darinsky. Of course, if this were fiction, Anatoly would be her prime suspect.abaFunny, you dona#39;t strike me as the movie type. ... aDo you have a particular film in mind? ... aIa#39;m easy.a aReally?a aMmm-hmm, just ask my nephew.a Another silence. aUm, that was an inside joke that didna#39;t carry over too well, you see...you knowanbsp;...
|Title||:||Sex, Murder and a Double Latte|
|Publisher||:||Harlequin - 2012-06-15|