Charley Van Leeuwen can tell by a man's kiss whether he's been drinking Taittinger or Veuve Clicquot. Not that she kisses many men, a fact her friends deplore. So imagine their surprise when she comes home to San Francisco with her new husband.
Jack Fairfax is the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. But is he the mild-mannered meteorologist he claims to be?
Sometime between finding a dead body in her bathtub, tagging along on a ransom drop, and getting rescued by her husband in a hail of bullets, Charley begins to believe there's more to Jack's past than he's willing--or able--to admit.
So, here's Charley, used to her money as a cushion, forced to protect her family and friends and rescue her non-profit repertory theater from artistic and financial ruin. If that means dealing with kidnappings, murders, bitter ex-boyfriends, out-of-control relatives, and vicious former spies--all while staging a play--well, nobody ever said marriage would be easy.

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.