For Amanda Bell Brown, just living her life is murder
How's a woman supposed to grapple with faith, a fine man, and turning
thirty-five when she keeps tripping in her high heels over mysteries -- and not
just the God kind?
Amanda Bell Brown knows that life as a forensic psychologist isn't quite as cool
as it looks on prime-time TV. But when she turns thirty-five with no husband or
baby on the horizon, she decides she's gotta get out and paint the town -- in
her drop-dead red birthday dress. Instead, she finds herself at the scene of a
crime -- and she just may know who the killer is. She needs to spill her guts,
but not on the handsome lead detective's alligator shoes -- especially if she
wants him to ask her out. A complicated murder investigation unearths not just
a killer but a closet full of skeletons Amanda thought were long gone. Murder,
mayhem, and a fine man are wreaking havoc on her birthday, but will her
sleuthing leave her alive to see past thirty-five?
