A gal with a serious Ben & Jerry’s habit can’t afford to be too picky about employment opportunities. So when Beverly Hills socialite SueEllen Kingsley offers freelance writer Jaine Austen megabucks to ghostwrite a book of hostess tips, it’s time to sharpen the #2s.

But everything short circuits when Jaine finds SueEllen floating face down in her tub, fried by her own blow dryer. The primary suspect: Heidi, SueEllen’s stepdaughter, whose account of a mysterious blonde fleeing the scene is greeted with skepticism by Beverly Hills’ finest. Peroxided suspects abound, including a very private masseuse, a jealous nurse, a former game show hostess . . . even a closet blonde with a surprising secret. One of them is hiding a murderous heart behind pricey highlights, and Jaine’s out to expose the killer’s dark roots. Because blondes have enough fun without getting away with murder . . .
 
 
“The identity of the real killer comes as a smart surprise.”
—Publishers Weekly