Danielle Summers is the Tribute's middle-aged, unqualified sex therapist. In the throes of menopause, she's on a quest to find Mr. Right when someone sabotages her column with horrible advice.
Things get worse when a killer takes her column's advice and a woman is murdered. Her column continues to be tampered with, and when Danielle is almost killed, she realizes she's become the madman's target.
Lucky for her, longtime friend and coworker, Simon, is an ex-cop and knows his way around an investigation. Is Simon Mr. Right material, and will she live long enough to find out?
I truly loved this whodunit. The author does a great job with the mystery, character building, and the romance. Another added bonus, it's witty.
So what if the heroine is turning fifty and going through the change, and that her mother is a sex-crazed senior citizen, this story is a keeper.
When the Tribute's sex-therapist chokes to death at her desk, Danielle Summers takes over the woman's daily Sex On… column. Dani, unlike her predecessor, Daisy Mae, has no qualifications or background knowledge for the job. Instead she procures her answers from the Internet, self-help books and Megan, a retired prostitute who's had sex with thousands of guys.
About to turn 50, Dani yearns for more than one toothbrush in the bathroom, more than one car in the garage and definitely more than a greyhound with flatulence sharing her bed at night. The solution, she decides, is to start dating.
Meanwhile, one of Dani's readers (known only as Distinctly Frustrated) has written in asking her for advice. He complains his wife is not concentrating during sex, so Dani suggests foreplay using chocolate sauce and dress-ups. However, much to Dani's horror, a saboteur changes her reply to 'Shove something hot down the bitch's throat.'
The following morning, Distinctly Frustrated discovers his wife dead. Someone has indeed followed Dani's advice and 'shoved something hot' down the wife's throat. A red hot poker.
After first suspecting Dani due to evidence in her handbag and her sabotaged column suggestion, the police take the husband in for questioning.
Could the killer actually be Jack Rivers, sleazy bad boy from Gape, a rival newspaper? Did he really pretend to be Dani's blind date just to get her in an uncompromising position so he could publish photos of her rolls of fat and cellulite in his trashy magazine – or was it all to do with slipping incriminating evidence into her handbag while she was otherwise engaged?
Or what about Alice? The Tribute's spaced-out receptionist-cum-tea-lady, who was Daisy Mae's stepsister. When Daisy Mae died, Alice thought she'd get the job of writing the Sex On… column. Jealous of Dani's success, she adds salt to her tea, spills hot coffee on her lap and sticks pins in a Dani Summers lookalike voodoo doll. But would Alice take such a giant step forward and kill DF's wife to frame Dani for murder?
While chasing a killer, Dani discovers Mr. Right is slap bang under her nose. He's the guy who's been looking out for her all along. The guy who's there for her when her blind dates turn dangerous. The guy who shoves her out from under a lethal four-wheel drive intent on leaving its tire prints straight down the middle of her body.
Can Dani survive investigating the murder long enough to find true love?
A new romantic mystery from the acclaimed author of CHASING CAN BE MURDER.
(Some scenes in this novel are inappropriate for readers under age 18.)