Sex, Murder And A Double Latte
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Publisher Description
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
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Death imitates art in Davis's playful debut about crime novelist and wisecracking interracial Bay Area hipster Sophie Katz, who possesses either an overactive imagination or a keen awareness of criminal behavior patterns. When rapper JJ Money and the movie producer interested in optioning Sophie's novel both die in scenes lifted from their respective works, Sophie is the only one who sees the connection. Soon, it seems someone is reenacting the ominous details (vandalized car, crank calls, mysteriously broken wine glass) of her bestseller, and she fears that she's the next target. Sophie turns a suspicious eye on sexy bad-boy Russian-Israeli Anatoly Darinsky: he's either a homicidal stalker or prime boyfriend material. When the San Francisco police scoff at Sophie's suspicions, the plucky writer turned amateur sleuth enlists her less-than-intrepid circle of friends; drawn in broad strokes, they include gay hairstylist Marcus, clueless wallflower Mary Ann and savvy sex-toy aficionado Dena. Davis keeps the tone light throughout, as Sophie maintains her irreverent sense of humor even as the peril mounts. Though the story serves as a book-length ad for Starbucks, as the title unfortunately hints, and Sophie's over-the-top scheming can strain credibility more than it amuses, readers sympathetic to the relentlessly sassy heroine will find this a thoroughly readable romp.
