Synopses & Reviews
P"eople used to tell me I was a dead ringer for Halle Berry. Okay, most of them were criminals and I was pointing a gun at their beads, but a compliment's a compliment. I used to be a cop, by the way, before I took over security for my girlfriend's multimillion-dollar clam conglomerate. Say that three times fast. Now it's just me, Laura, our dog Garbo, the butler, and about forty of our closest friends, all drunk, all about to turn our bors d'oeuvres into permanent carpet stains. There's a joke in here somewhere...but I'll need a drink to find it... "Let's do a costume Christmas party; it'll be a blast!" Yeah, right. YOU try wriggling a mermaid costume over actual hips. It seemed like a good idea at the time, you know, me the rich socialite clam mogul in the aquatic themed outfit. Guess it's good that I'm not a proctologist...So it's just another party at our house with the usual assortment of movie stars, politicians, ex-cops, ex-cons, and bartenders. Thank God for the bartenders. I have a feeling I'm going to need it since my friend Sindee says there's something really important she needs to tell me...some naughty little secret she says is also very dangerous... Like a warped version of "Sex and the City meets The Thin Man, Naughty Little Secrets is a wild romp through martinis, murder, embezzlement, martinis, "Homey-sexual" cops, bad musicals, community theatre from hell, martinis, sex, seduction, betrayal, double martinis, and New Jersey...and possibly the most fun you can have between the covers...
A wild romp through Martinis, murder, embezzlement, 'Homey-Sexual' cops, bad musicals, community theatre from hell, sex, seduction, betrayal and New Jersey.
Like a warped version of "Sex and the City" meets "The Thin Man, Naughty Little Secrets" is a wild romp through martinis, murder, embezzlement, lesbian cops, bad musicals, community theater from hell, and New Jersey.