SOMETIMES LIFE IMITATES ART. AND SOMETIMES LIFE IMITATES REALLY BAD ART… Rebecca Abbot’s life has just gone from vintage feather boas to boring office casual. Thanks to Sylvie Arnaud’s heart attack, she’s out of a job. But it’s Sylvie’s French, vaguely famous name on Rebecca’s creatively embellished resume that lands her an associate editor position at romance heavyweight Candlelight Books. Editing is a far cry from scouting out exotic groceries, which is pretty much all Rebecca did for Sylvie, but Candelight is offering an actual salary to go with her position’s actual workload, and the rent is way overdue on the railroad flat she shares with her friend Wendy and her mooching ex, wanna-be writer Fleishman. Working for Candlelight is nothing like the plots of their syrupy novels, though. In fact, it’s a lot like being stuck in an estrogen-heavy Fellini film. Between protecting her back from rival editor Cassie’s repeated stabs, attempting a relationship with a sexy literary agent, wondering about Fleishman’s new secret “project,” and discovering her first truly talented author, Rebecca’s learning that the business of romance is hardly a nine-to-five thing—and that editing out all her mistakes will never lead her to “happily ever after…”