When a mystery writer cries bloody murder, everyone blames her over–active imagination
Thriller scribe Sophie Katz is as hard–boiled as a woman who drinks grande caramel brownie frappuccinos can be–so she 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 re–enact scenes from her books.
Then a filmmaker friend is brutally murdered, in a manner taken from one of his movies, and Sophie becomes convinced that a copycat killer is on the looseIf she doesn't solve the mystery her own bestseller could spell her doom.
Cursing her grisly imagination (why, oh, why did she have to pick the axe?) Sophie engages in some real–life detective work, stumbling upon a mysterious new love interest, Anatoly Darinsky, along the way.
Of course, if this were fiction, Anatoly would be her prime suspect
