Molly Forrester Mysteries

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 for Zeitgeist magazine ("wedged somewhere between Marie Claire and Cosmo") and back to the serious news business. But she didn't expect to trip over it, especially when "it" turned out to be the bloody body of one of her coworkers, and she certainly didn't expect to ruin her brand new Jimmy Choos over it.

Advice columnist Molly Forrester needs a break from her job at Zeitgeist, a Manhattan glossy. The opportunity for some R-n-R arrives when her best friends, Tricia and Cassady, invite her to the Hamptons for a weekend of hard-earned fun to celebrate Tricia's brother's engagement. But Molly's plans of sipping margaritas by the poolside and working on nothing more than her tan are sidetracked by an unscheduled event - the murder of the bride-to-be....

Molly's best friends know exactly what the Zeitgeist magazine advice columnist needs to prove herself as a true journalist. So when Manhattan advertising maverick Garth Henderson turns up dead, Molly finally gets her chance by landing an exclusive interview with Gwen Lincoln, the victim's ex-wife and the prime suspect. But if solving the ad world's most sensational murder isn't enough, Molly must deal with a fickle editor with her own agenda and her boyfriend, who happens to be a sexy NYPD homicide detective. Now Molly must hit the ground running in her four-inch Jimmy Choos if she's going to finish her story before the killer puts the "dead" in her deadline....

Glossy-mag advice columnist Molly Forrester has been working her tail off to get recognized as an investigative journalist and has even solved a few murders along the way, but none of that matters to her editor, who’s more than happy to keep Molly tied down to her Dear Abby roots. Thankfully, though, her publisher has taken notice and has a lot more faith: Molly’s been promoted, and her first assignment as a full-time feature writer should be a cinch. It’s a profile of Russell Elliott, a legendary rock manager/producer who just died of an accidental overdose.