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 . . .
"The identity of the real killer comes as a smart surprise."
--Publishers Weekly