Two out-of-work actresses could make a killing with their new business idea—if only people didn't start dying first . . .

The plot hatches during a margarita fest at a Manhattan cafe. Create a contract-killing business. Get rid of pesky ex-husbands and professional rivals—and get off unemployment as well. But when an intoxicated Babs Harrison announces to the patrons of that diner that she and buddy Bootsie Kittredge are becoming hit-women, Bootsie wonders if the sanity train has left the station. Then the top three intended victims on the ladies' list are murdered. Bootsie and Babs must deal with skeptical detectives, mob bosses, auditions, agents, a fake psychic and a magician with the uncanny ability to know where the ladies are at any given moment—all while trying to prove they are innocent. The question is—are they?

"Sweet Cream Ladies, Limited. You call—we kill!"

"A fun read."—The Meandering Reader