This is a great book to read if you love superficial characterizations, lots of product placement, and implausible plot developments.

When Lacy Fields' husband is arrested for the murder of an aspiring starlet, the Beverly Hills decorator and mother of three is sure it's all a mistake. After all, isn't plastic surgeon Dan Fields known as the Saint of Hollywood? But the evidence is strong, Dan isn't telling her everything, and Lacy decides to investigate herself, waltzing her Manolo Blahniks and Prada bag into one dicey situation after another.