In 1948, a man was found dead on an Adelaide, Australia, beach. Well-dressed and unmarked, he had a half-smoked cigarette by his side, but no identity documents. Six decades later, the Somerton Man's identity and murder are still a mystery. From the missing labels from all his clothing to the tiny piece of paper with the words "Tamam Shud" found sewn into the lining of the dead man's coat, this cold case is brimming with facts that are stranger than fiction.
When amateur sleuth Cassidy Blair is given the task of trying out a beauty salon for the dancers at The Pussycat Club, it's difficult to explain why she finds herself waking up the next morning on a local beach, at sunrise, naked apart from some awkward sunburn, and a pathetic story about a lost dog.
Cassidy Blair, twenty-nine years old and addicted to matching underwear, is up to her G- string in trouble when she decides to pay off her credit card debt by taking on another job as a sexual sleuth.It's a short step for someone who has spent a lifetime talking her way out of embarrassing incidents.
Cassidy still has a Visa debt, a crazy pet parrot and a penchant for expensive underwear. And she still has the gorgeous Sam Tasker (he of the tall, dark and dropdead handsome looks) - although Sam appears to have lost her phone number.
A collection of humorous real-life anecdotes which show just how difficult and embarrassing love can be and which also help the cynics to understand that it's all worth it in the end.
Hitching is a dying art, but these stories from the hard shoulder tell of the perils and peculiarities of hitchhiking, the danger, the sex, the good, the weird, the dull times, the pathos, the points of arrival. The book comes in landscape format with tear-out postcards.
Freshly dumped, like an old Pepsi can on the side of the road, by a boy with bad hair riding a Ducati. So she isn't exactly jazzed to discover her ex-boyfriend was also a drug-dealer, and she's accidentally ended up with his merchandise.
Phoebe figures she might as well take advantage of her situation, as young people are encouraged to do in the free-market economy, and it's about then that Jackson Sinclair, the impossibly sexy policeman, starts asking some difficult questions and Phoebe has to figure out if she wants him to kiss her or arrest her.
In Lady Luck, university graduate Phoebe Banks was dumped on the side of the road by her boyfriend and left to fend for herself. She ended up getting into more trouble than a twenty-something with a bad bleach job could hope for, but when her housemate attacked her after killing two men, she saved her own life and that of her friend and police officer, Jackson Sinclair.