I thought I knew the dirt about an old Hollywood crime, a murder that was covered up by crooked cops and the studio. I decided to write a tell-all about the murder, hoping to flush out the killer who was responsible for the assault of a dear friend.
I'm not stupid, though. I used a pen name. Micki Bradford. Nobody would think that Mike Braddock, Hollywood's ex-leading man, was Micki Bradford, the Queen of Suspense.
Right?
I didn't count on the book taking off like a rocket. I didn't count on the cops coming to my door, demanding to know how I knew the details about that old murder. I didn't count on being in demand as a conference speaker--well, not me, Mike, but me, Micki, being in demand.
And I sure didn't count on going to a writer's conference in drag, to help find the killer and right an old wrong. I wasn't too worried. I was an actor, after all. I could pull off a couple of days, pretending to be a woman...
I'm stepping away from Goodreads. I'll leave my profile here, but I won't be around much. My books are listed at https://bit.ly/JLWbooks and of course, there's my Facebook page:
A man playing a woman romance writer to uncover a decades-old Hollywood crime and smoke out the villain. Sounds like something Shakespeare would've written if he'd done mystery instead of gender-bending comedy.
There are lies within lies and actors playing parts in this complex mystery taking place mostly at a mystery writers' conference in Minneapolis. I enjoyed the main character and his true friends, but I sometimes had as hard a time as the narrator telling who was on his side and who was telling lies or half-truths. Of course, that's a plus for 1st person narration and a mystery delivered through this single perspective.
I wasn't sure what to expect when I picked this up, but the mystery plot kept me engaged although I have to confess I had a hard time picturing the detective Lassiter because I kept seeing the same-named character from the TV show Psych in his place, and the difference was jarring.