Rebecca "Becks" Mansfield has a boyfriend who sets her on the edge, a job catering to the whims of a cartoon vampire, and she's shortly to be a bridesmaid in the fairy-tale wedding from hell. How could this have happened to the brilliant, brash-talking, rising star of marketing? Her three best friends tell her she's "date lazy," settling for the men who require the least effort. Maybe Becks "isn't" trying hard enough, but the "one" she's looking for isn't the perfect man--it's the perfect job.

Of course, you can't always get what you want--a fact that's about to become crystal clear to Becks Mansfield. But sometimes you get what you need.

Charley Fairfax -- heiress, theatrical producer, newlywed--is intent on living happily ever after with her tall, dark, and sarcastic husband Jack. The only mysteries before her are which play to choose for next season and how to decorate her dining room.

But when Jack is hired to investigate mysterious events at a local San Francisco software company where high-tech executives are brought low -- actually, dead -- Charley finds herself poised to do the unexpected. Charley has to get a job.

Okay, so maybe the job is a sham and Jack isn't exactly crazy about the plan that she and her band of irregulars from the repertory theater go undercover to find a killer, but Charley is determined to trade in her Prada for a laptop. She quickly finds herself wishing she'd had more than one crash course in corporate double-speak before her first day on the job. But faking it has always been Charley's strong suit.

Charley and Jack are starting to get the hang of this marriage thing. If only people would stop talking about babies, introducing them to decorators, and trying to kill them, they might even get to take a honeymoon.