No one bats an eyelid when a bag lady washes up on the shores of Sydney, minus five fingers and decked out in designer couture; nor is anyone too perturbed when socialite Beatrice Musgrave plunges to her death soon after. No one, that is, except ghostwriter and Merlot-lover Roxy Parker. She’s been writing Beattie’s 'autobiography' and has just stumbled on a secret that’s worth killing for.
When ghostwriter Roxy Parker accepts a job at a tropical island resort, she expects little more than a good story and a touch of sunstroke. Instead she stumbles upon her hotelier client, dead and buried in a plot of sand, her head protruding ghoulishly for the crabs to devour. And around her, an ensemble cast of glamorous guests who all appear to be hiding something behind their Gucci sunglasses.
Gutsy ghostwriter Roxy Parker is back, and this time it's personal. Someone is killing best-selling authors and the evidence points firmly at Roxy's agent, Oliver. But she’s not convinced. With the help of seductive reporter David Lone, Roxy tries to hunt down the killer before she becomes the hunted—little does she know, a ghostwriter is next on the hit list! Will this be Roxy's last writes?
When a dying man utters Roxy Parker's name with his final, gasping breath, the gutsy ghostwriter is thrown into the middle of her most baffling—and brutal—murder mystery yet.
Why would a man Roxy barely knows call out her name on his deathbed? What did he give her that holds the key to his murder, and the murder of two friends? And is it linked to a mysterious burglar who is hot on Roxy’s trail?
Max Farrell’s flatmate has just shown up dead in their Berlin unit and the hunky photographer has vanished, last spotted at a Swiss resort, a perky blonde by his side. Has Roxy Parker’s boyfriend run off with another woman or is his life on the line? Packing her bags and swallowing her pride, the ghostwriter must follow the clues to find her true love, while buckling up for the ride of her life!
When rock legend Jed Moody is electrocuted while strutting his stuff on stage, he’s lucky his biggest fan Roxy Parker is in the crowd. The Ghostwriter may be there to write his life story but now she wants to know who snuffed it out and why. Could it be a string of lovers, his long-suffering wife, embittered band members or the sexy sparkie with the chip on his shoulder and the soft spot for Roxy?