Sex, Murder and a Double Latte by Kyra Davis

When she finds out the person who was going to adapt her book into a movie unalived himself, her first response is seriously, 'What about my screenplay? Why couldn't he have waited?' And the whole passage about his death is just so ick. It's one of those chick-lit mysteries, which I've always had a soft spot for, even when they don't age well. There's a lot in here that made me think I'd love it. Sadly, SEX, MURDER AND A DOUBLE LATTE is one of those. I've talked before about why a lot of older chick-lits don't hold up. Instagram || Twitter || Facebook || Amazon || Pinterest Of course, if this were fiction, Anatoly would be her prime suspect. The man who swoops in to save her in dark alleys is mysterious new love interest Anatoly Darinsky. Cursing her grisly imagination (why, oh, why did she have to pick the ax?), Sophie engages in some real-life gumshoe tactics. If she doesn't solve the mystery, her own bestseller will spell out her doom. When a filmmaker friend is brutally murdered in the manner of a death scene in one of his movies, Sophie becomes convinced that a copycat killer is on the loose-and that she's the next target.

The police, however, can't tell a good plot from an unmarked grave.

So Sophie 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 reenact scenes from her books. Thriller scribe Sophie Katz is as hard-boiled as a woman who drinks Grande Caramel Brownie Frappuccinos can be. When a mystery writer cries bloody murder, everyone blames her overactive imagination.

Sex, Murder and a Double Latte by Kyra Davis