Shhh!

If you promise not to tell anyone, I’ll let you in on a little secret. Adrianne Lee is writing her first ever mystery series. That right. A series. The project hasn’t sold yet, so we have to keep it on the down low for now.

Still, what good is a secret without a few juicy tidbits?

Like the heroine was born with a man-crazy gene inherited from her mother and two maternal aunts. Like two gorgeous brothers find her irresistible. Like there’s also an ex-husband, who is more enemy than friend, and a mystery man she might still be married to--if her Mexican annulment isn’t legal.

You didn’t hear it from me, but they say she’s an aspiring mystery writer, who keeps the wolf from her door with a series of odd jobs: dog walking, balancing the books at a local tattoo parlor and a candy store, shampooing the little old ladies at the beauty shop owned by her mother and aunts, and running an investigative agency for women who suspect the men in their lives of cheating.

I know for a fact, she’s too girly to be a real PI. She lives in stilettos. Can’t leave home without applying mascara and lipstick. Doesn’t have a PI license. Can’t handle a gun. Her investigative tools? A digital camera, a hi-tech, handheld recorder, and her own romantic entanglements.

Rumor that might not be true: Adrianne Lee’s new mystery series is packed with laughter, sex, and murder.

Remember, if this secret gets out, I’ll deny everything.

Shhh!