December Vaughn has barely arrived in Florida and hung out the shingle on her private law practice when she lands a whopper of a case. A grieving widower demands justice and December's help to bring down a pharmaceutical company that sold bad insulin that resulted in his wife's death.

Everyone from her ex-husband to the opposing attorney thinks the Barbie look-alike lawyer is in over her head, and the truth is, she is. But December's paddling fast to catch up -- amid some not-so-veiled threats on her life. Then she discovers some foul play concerning the pharmaceutical case, dead bodies start piling up and it looks like a massive cover-up has fallen into her lap.

December's babbling bimbo act, including embarrassing herself in the courtroom, makes it hard to believe she's a seasoned trial lawyer, despite the way she rattles off key legal strategies and maneuvers. The overly quirky secondary characters also grate, but Holliday's breezy tone is compulsively readable, and the sexy P.I. who helps her with the case is a bonus. (Mar., 368 pp., $6.99)
Reviewed by: 
Tara Gelsomino