(Maggie Kelly Mystery #1)

Maggie Kelly is nothing if not resilient. She bounced back after getting fired from her old job as a writer of historical romances, reinventing herself as a mystery author. She bounced back when she discovered her lover--who also happened to be her publisher--cheating on her. But something just happened that's got tough-talking, quick-thinking Maggie swooning into her super-soft sofa cushions. Something in the form of an incredibly sexy Englishman by the name of Saint Just. Tall, dark, handsome, with an accent to die for and charm to spare, he's everything she's ever dreamed of in a man. There's just one problem. He is her dream man. He's the character who's made her a bestselling author. He's not real. However, now he's actually standing in the middle of Maggie's apartment--with the adorable, bumbling sidekick she created expressly for him right by his side. But just as Maggie's getting used to her new houseguests, things start to get quite a bit more complicated--in the "homicide" sense of the word. It seems her ex-lover, Kirk Toland, has had the nerve to die right there in her living room. . .of poisoning. . .after eating a dinner Maggie made. And if that weren't weird enough, Toland's death is followed by the murder of a colleague whom everyone knows Maggie hated. So now, the mystery writer has become the murder suspect. And the only sleuth who's really on Maggie's side is the one she invented.