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by Sheryl J. Anderson
- ISBN: 0312319460
- Category: Thriller & Mystery
- Author: Sheryl J. Anderson
- Subcategory: Mystery
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- Language: English
- Publisher: Minotaur Books; First Edition edition (May 1, 2004)
- Pages: 320 pages
- FB2 size: 1170 kb
- EPUB size: 1602 kb
- Rating: 4.1
- Votes: 787
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Anderson scores a triple with this debut novel. The plot's good and so are the y Molly.
Molly was a columnist for Zeitgeist magazine, when she wanted to get away from it all and become a real journalist. Anderson scores a triple with this debut novel. However, I found myself skimming entire paragraphs that were loaded with excess.
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But Molly Forrester finds both to be less than true in this sassy sequel to her first .
But Molly Forrester finds both to be less than true in this sassy sequel to her first adventure, Killer Heels. Molly's journalism career is stalled. Solving the murder of a colleague in Killer Heels hasn't led to bigger and better opportunities as quickly as she'd hoped. Anderson whips up another sexy cocktail that's equal parts comedy, mystery, and romance. This heady brew takes the sting out of the greatest mystery of all-how to keep love alive in the big city. NYC fashion writer Molly Forrester (Killer Heels ) attends a fancy engagement party in the Hamptons for one of her best friend's brothers. Despite lavish and well-orchestrated surroundings, the.
Sexy, suspenseful, and snarky, Sheryl J. Anderson's slick debut novel introduces advice columnist Molly Forrester as she . Anderson's slick debut novel introduces advice columnist Molly Forrester as she faces off against the magazine world, Manhattan's singles scene, and cold-blooded murder. Molly Forrester enjoys playing a "Dear Abby" type for Zeitgeist, a Manhattan glossy, while she seeks her break in serious journalism. She's always hoped opportunity would knock, not throw itself at her feet but then she literally stumbles over a colleague's body
Whether stepping out for cocktails or murder, Molly Forrester and her gal pals, Tricia Vincent and Cassady Lynch, always look utterly glam in their designer duds-like Nancy Drew and chums George and Bess might look if transported.
Whether stepping out for cocktails or murder, Molly Forrester and her gal pals, Tricia Vincent and Cassady Lynch, always look utterly glam in their designer duds-like Nancy Drew and chums George and Bess might look if transported to contemporary Manhattan after watching way too many episodes of Sex and the City. But would Nancy ever say: "Solving a murder is a lot like falling in love"? Probably not, but that sort of glib chatter is what energizes Anderson's fizzy second Molly Forrester mystery (after 2004's Killer Heels).
All Molly Forrester wants is to find that one big story that can redirect her journalism career away from the . Book in the Molly Forrester Mystery Series). by Sheryl J.
All Molly Forrester wants is to find that one big story that can redirect her journalism career away from the sex/relationship advice column she writes fo. .
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