Bestselling author Chris Jackson is perfectly happy with her quiet life. After all, what's not to like? Her next door neighbor is an unemployed ventriloquist, her literary agent is a kleptomaniac, and her house is only six blocks from the Mobile Home Hall of Fame. If she ever needs a getaway, she's got a Harley.

Then the murders start. Murders taken form the pages of her own books. Murders that threaten her sanity, maybe her very life. And she has only a burned-out ex-Chicago cop to help her . . .