One Woman is Furious

Tallie Blankenship is a small town girl out to make her mark onManhattan's publishing scene, even at the expense of a personal life. She's thrilled to be working with a high-profile mystery writer, until sleazy superagent Jerry Key threatens to yank the project unless she sleeps with him ...

One Woman is Scorned

Felicia Redmon is an accomplished editor with the world at her beautiful feet. But behind closed doors, her former lover, Jerry Key, is making her life miserable. After she receives a taunting nude photo of herself at her office, Felicia becomes desperate ...

One Woman is Ruthless

Jané Glass is an e-book editor with an identity crisis and an attitude. When she discovers Jerry Key stole material from one of her authors, she sees red ...

And One Man is Dead

The women's plot to humiliate the bad-boy agent goes off without a glitch ... until they discover the next morning that Jerry is dead, and not of humiliation. Toss in a missing manuscript worth millions, a sexy cop, and a bike messenger delivering desire, and the women suddenly realize that when it comes to friendship, flirtation, and felony, they're in a Whole Lotta Trouble!

Dear Mr. Blankenship,

My name is Richard Wannamaker. After retiring from the IRS, I decided to write a story about my roller-coaster life as a cost accountant. Enclosed please find my 500-page autobiography, a volume I have fondly entitled Journal Entry -- get it?

Tallie winced. She got it, and about twenty others like it on her desk every week. Reams of paper containing stories utterly inappropriate for the mystery and romance fiction lines for which she acquired. It wasn't that she didn't admire the man for creating the tome, but if he'd researched Parkbench Publishing at all, he would have known they weren't looking for autobiographies. And that she wasn't a Mr., but a Miss. Miss -- as in unmarried and unlikely to be in the near future. If only Richard Wannamaker had been on her mother's Christmas card mailing list, he'd have been privy to that tidbit, courtesy of her mother's annual Blankenship Bulletin, complete with pictures, favorite family recipes, and news. This year's headline:

YES, OUR BEAUTIFUL, SUCCESSFUL DAUGHTER IS STILL SINGLE!

It was almost February and she was still recovering from that one.

Tallie sighed and forced her attention back to the cover letter in her hand.

My brother-in-law is a tax attorney and will be handling the contract negotiation --

A rap sounded at her office door and Tallie glanced up to see her assistant, Norah, stick her fair head inside. "Is this a bad time?"

"No -- please save me."

Norah gestured to the mound of curled manuscripts on Tallie's desk. "Wading through the slush I flagged?"

Tallie nodded and rubbed her eyes. "And a few you didn't. Ron tripped over one of my floor stacks the other day, so I thought I'd better do some housecleaning. What's up?"

Norah looked apologetic. "Ron wants you in his office. He seems ... agitated."

Tallie's stomach convulsed. Executive Editor Ron Springer was always a handful for the editorial staff to deal with, but lately he'd been wound as tightly as his name implied, snapping at the least provocation. Tallie had secretly wondered if the health of the company was in jeopardy, or if Ron himself was experiencing personal problems, but she wasn't about to put her middle-of-the-road job on the line by asking. She had rent to pay, and a three-meals-a-day habit to support.

"Tell him I'll be right there."

Norah disappeared and Tallie pulled a mirror from her desk drawer, quickly checked her lipstick and her teeth, then smoothed a couple of dark strands back into her chin-length bob. Her hand stopped suddenly, and she yanked the mirror closer in disbelief.

Her first gray hair. She almost choked on the irony. While she was home during the holidays, her mother had accused her of letting her childbearing years slide by, and right on cue, here was an outward sign that her innards were aging. She knew that at thirty-four, she had no reason to complain, but it was still a blow ... and it would remain her best-kept secret lest she give her mother another headline for the holiday newsletter.

OUR SPINSTER DAUGHTER IS GOING GRAY!

She replaced the mirror and slammed the desk drawer. Hoping that Ron wasn't about to deliver news to add more silver to her head, Tallie grabbed a pad of paper and a pen, then walked in the direction of her boss's office.

The bullpen was its usual beehive of activity, keyboards clicking and printers whirring, voices raised to be heard over cubicle walls.

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