By Harley Jane Kozak
Wollie Shelley—the endearing, idiosyncratic heroine of the award-winning Dating lifeless males, courting Is homicide, and A Date You Can’t Refuse—returns in a humorous homicide secret set on the earth of tv soaps.
When David Zetrakis, the manufacturer of a well-liked cleaning soap opera, is located shot to dying the day after Christmas, Wollie Shelley reveals herself stuck up within the homicide research. Zetrakis used to be one of many many Mr. Wrongs in Wollie’s occupation as a serial dater, and her buddy Joey has emerged because the media’s leading suspect. A hot-tempered megastar who had dated Zetrakis and was once fired from his exhibit a few years in the past, Joey has inherited a million-dollar Klimt from him. yet Joey isn't the purely capability suspect. Zetrakis left plenty of great bequests to the forged and group of the convey. and because the courting correspondent on a conversation express referred to as SoapDirt, Wollie, who’s required to dine and dish with the celebs, quick discovers that the behind-the-scenes intrigues of tv soaps are as hugely charged because the on-screen shenanigans.
When Wollie isn't really attempting to guard Joey from an onslaught of predatory newshounds, she’s supporting her brother make the transition from a psychological health facility to a midway condo and negotiating her dating with Simon, her FBI-agent boyfriend. Dead Ex is one other full-out romp of a secret bound to please Kozak’s many fans—and win her many new ones, too.
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He wrote numbers on his legal pad and tore off the page. He handed it to me. “The business card’s old. But that’ll explain who I am. She’ll know. Tell her we must speak, that my spiritual survival is at stake. And warmest regards to her.
Don’t take this as a cautionary tale. I’m sure Simon, unlike Elliot, is the soul of integrity. ” “Right,” I said. ” “Women. Plural. ” “My God,” I said. “How . . ” “The uniforms are cute. The thing is, it’s a really good airline. Great snacks. ” Vast quantities of falafel arrived at a nearby table, delivered by a large, aproned man. ” I said. “Laundry. It was right after I called you yesterday. I was so upset about David. I couldn’t call anyone else, couldn’t talk about it. I thought, What would my mom do right now?
I waved back and hung up. I knocked on the bathroom door to tell Joey I was going downstairs and asked if she was okay. She called back “Vaya con Dios,” which I took as a yes. I made my way to a family room featuring a mammoth television hung from the ceiling. It was nearly the room’s only furnishing, and partygoers were packed in, standing, tight as cigarettes. I stayed in the doorway to keep an eye on the upstairs bedroom, in case Joey emerged, but soon people pressed in behind me, blocking the view, so I turned to watch TV.