Exotic dancer Megan Kelley never expects the police to show up on her doorstep with the news that Carly, her pregnant roommate, is dead. Now Megan not only has to come up with the full rent by herself, but she seems to be one of the few convinced that Carly's death isn't as straightforward as it appears. But was Carly murdered, or had her life simply spiraled out of control? And, if she was a victim of foul play, "whodunit"?
Megan is determined to solve the mystery of what really happened to Carly, even if that means infiltrating a clinic for unwed mothers-to-be or partnering with a grumpy exotic dancer to help with her sleuthing efforts. But instead of getting answers, Megan's quest turns into more questions . . . until her investigation leads to a horrifying truth more shocking than anything she imagined.
Marla Bradeen previously worked as a software consultant and analyst. In 2012, she gave up a traditional job for no other reason than to have more time to pursue personal interests, such as sleeping in late and taking naps. Although she misses seeing regular deposits into her bank account, she hasn't once regretted that decision.
These days, Marla enjoys inventing imaginary friends and killing them off. She's thrilled to have finally found a use for that bachelor's in psychology: getting into her characters' heads. When she's not plotting murder, she spends her time fighting for mattress space with her two rescue cats.
She also writes cozy mysteries under the pseudonym Paige Sleuth.
First, I thought that the story was well written. For that fact I would have given it a four star rating. Since the rating is based on how one likes the story, however, I had to rate it according to my personal opinion. For me I thought it was rather slow and I didn't particularly like the protagonist.
I think this story is geared more to the female audience. Or maybe it's just because it's not the type of story that interests me. Either way I wouldn't discourage anyone from reading this. It's just not the book for me.