Only this one is a mystery and no main characters sleep with anyone. Shoes to Die For by Laura Levine is a mystery. It’s a kitschy LA poor writer who stumbles over dead bodies and does detective work story. It’s a bit campy and a bit funny.

There are two kinds of people in LA. Those who do lunch. And those who eat lunch. Those who do lunch talk to their agents and order things like ahi tuna and Chinese chicken salad. Those who eat lunch talk to a clown and order extra ketchup for their fries.

That’s the way it starts and it is a fun, light hearted book. The murdered person is evil, wicked, and mean, so you’re almost relieved she’s dead. And the main character, pov character, is a carb loving elastic pants wearing copy writer.