When Maggie Kelly was fired from her job of writing historical romances, she was clever enough to reinvent herself as a mystery author. Soon one of her characters actually comes to life and materializes in Maggie's New York City apartment - a one Viscount Saint Just, who is tall, dark, and handsome, harbouring an accent to die for and charm to spare. Events take on an incredulous - and hilarious - downward spiral for Maggie and Saint Just starting with a frantic phone call from Bernie, Maggie's agent at six o'clock in the morning - problem is, Bernie just woke up next to a dead man, her missing husband no less, and she's can't remember a thing about who, when, or why. Complicating matters is the simple; fact that Bernie's prints all over the murder weapon.
