Book Summary: Fashion reporter Lacey Smithsonian is touring a failing velvet factory in Virginia on its final day of operations-and finds one of the factory owners dead, lashed to a spool of velvet and soaked in blue dye. The workers are delighted, since they blamed the "Blue Devil" for killing ...
When fashion columnist Lacey Smithsonian learns that a new fashion museum will soon grace decidedly unfashionable D.C., it's more than a good story-it's a chance to show off her vintage Hugh Bentley suit. And it's not long before the dapper designer himself spots Lacey in the crowd. A reporter at...
As makeover madness sweeps the nation's capital, reporter Lacey Smithsonian interviews TV show makeover success story Amanda Manville. But with Amanda's beauty comes a beast in the form of a stalker with vicious intentions—and Lacey may be the only one who can stop him.
SWEATERGATE The Eye Street Observer's resident sourpuss, Cassandra Wentworth, made enemies with her editorial skewering of tacky holiday sweaters. Cassandra wouldn't be caught dead in a red-and-green cardigan, yet Lacey finds the woman bleeding and unconscious wearing an acrylic number that prac...
Lacey can't wait to see France for the first time with friend Magda Rousseau, corset creator for Washington D.C.'s wealthiest and kinkiest. Ostensibly seeking Paris fashion as haute couture reporter on budget of The Eye news, her real search is for a gem-lined corset stolen from a Russian princes...
There were tears and regrets at the Sandwash Café. Neither woman knew anything about George, the mystery man who had called Tammi with the hair-for-money offer. Lacey again wondered aloud, casually, where Tammi’s hair was. Nan and Heidi just stared at each other and shrugged. &n...
Rose suggested. “So much better for you than beef.” Lacey felt like she’d been buffaloed by her family all afternoon. Eating a buffalo might be poetic justice, but she never ate burgers of any kind. “Skip the hairy beast, sis. Let’s get the rattlesnake bites,” Cherise suggested. “Yum.” The Smiths...
She needed to get this story written, edited by Mac, and posted online before the other media knew what hit them. She had calls to make and details to confirm. Tony called the medical examiner’s office for her. He told Lacey the spokesman wouldn’t confirm the cause of death, nor deny it. She chec...
They were just in time, before the traffic flow made its daily rush-hour shift to one-way northbound. Lacey rode shotgun. Layers and layers of creamy white wedding dress filled the backseat. Somewhere beneath it lay a pale pink corset, made by the hands of the late lamented corsetiere, Magda Rous...