Synopses & Reviews
It's not easy being one of the few African Americans in an overwhelmingly white industry crammed with female trust-fund babies. But when the going gets tough, all thirty-two-year-old Jacqueline Blue has to do to keep her eye on the ultimate prize--a promotion to executive editor--is think of her aging mother's expenses and her own deep-seated love for books. Jackie's biggest problem is her unrequited love for Victor Bell, a handsome member of the Black Pack, her weekly professional group. Does Victor prefer tall women? Light-skinned sisters? Why isn't he interested in her? Should she just come right out and proposition him? These are Jackie's most pressing concerns--until the morning her boss is found murdered. It seems that Jackie was the last person to see Annabelle Murray alive--and the circumstances were less than pleasant. Jackie's fingerprints are all over the crime scene in Annabelle's sumptuous Central Park West apartment. Jackie had better start saving for a lawyer because, as her friend points out, there's a powerful white woman lying six feet under, and somebody's got to go to jail for it. To make matters worse, Jackie had sworn not to tell anyone why she was invited to her boss's home in the first place. But with her own life on the line, Jackie may have to betray the trust of the dead woman--and possibly her own scruples. Ironically, just as everything is hitting the fan, Victor asks her to dinner. Jackie knows that when it rains it pours--but now she's knee-deep in hot water, and bailing herself out will likely be the toughest challenge she's ever faced.