When her celebrity chef boss knocked her unconscious with a
frying pan, it jump-started Jules's life. She'd been
stalled too long: job-hopping, man-hopping, floating in the
pool with no cares -- had it all been a Peter Pan act? Now,
with a chance as a production coordinator on a cheesy new
reality TV show, she would get herself in gear. But with an
executive producer with a split personality, a judge with
bubonic plague, a murderous coworker whose weapon was bad
mayonnaise, insane fans, vote-rigging, dressing room Botox,
and a hot guy who thought Jules was an alcoholic -- "Pop
Star Live!" should have been called unreality TV. Plus, the
publicity stunt that made Jules the "Face Behind Reality
TV" and meant national attention 24/7 was even stranger.
But instead of hitting the brakes, Jules only drove herself
harder. Her idle life was gone forever; in its place she'd
found her own American idyll.