The PMS Murder
"I'm crazy about Laura Levine's mystery series. Her books are so outrageously funny." --Joanne Fluke
On the frontlines of the battle of the bulge, otherwise known as trying on bathing suits in the communal dressing room at Loehmann's, freelance writer Jaine Austen makes a new friend--a wannabe actress named Pam--and gets a new job: sprucing up Pam's bare-bones resume. Their feeling of connection is mutual, so Pam invites Jaine to join The PMS Club–a women's support group that meets once a week over guacamole and margaritas.
But joining the club proves to be more a curse than a blessing for Jaine. Though she is warned that Rochelle, the hostess, makes a guacamole to die for, Jaine never takes the warning literally. Until another PMS member, Marybeth, drops dead over a mouthful of the green stuff. Now instead of dishing dirt with The PMS Club, Jaine has to dig up the dirt on the surviving members. . .
"Jaine can really dish it out." --The New York Times Book Review
In Levine's fifth romp to feature L.A. freelance writer Jaine Austen (after 2005's Shoes to Die For), Jaine makes the mistake of accepting a new friend's invitation to join her weekly margarita and bitch session group, the PMS Club. At the second meeting Jaine attends, one of the members dies, and since guacamole isn't supposed to contain peanuts, and they all know about Marybeth's allergies, it's murder. Marybeth was, it turns out, having an affair with the husband of the hostess, Rochelle, so there's an obvious suspect. But everyone's under suspicion, and Jaine watches a really good job (writing a monthly newsletter for a mega company with a dreamy contact person) get put on hold. The plot is obfuscated by several intrusions (the e-mail from her parents about catching America's-most-wanted hiding in their planned community, Jaine's weekly writing class for the local senior citizens, her attempts to put her cat, Prozac, on a diet, her own wardrobe malfunctions), but arrives at an unexpected and suitably scary ending.