Bloodstains Are the New Black

Fake detective â" real bullets. A sharply funny Australian crime caper with heart, chaos and killer outfits.

Sal Monroe wears haute couture and lives in a Toorak townhouse â" too bad none of it belongs to her. At 37, sheâs single, stuck in a dead-end job and friendless. 

At her 20-year high-school reunion, Sal pretends to be the private investigator she always dreamed of being, complete with fake business cards. After way too much tequila, she wakes with a headache the size of a Philip Treacy hat and multiple messages from some very real and very desperate clients.

 Driven by ADHD, mounting credit card debt and a complete inability to mind her own business, Sal decides to give private investigation a real shot. Her street smarts and quick wit make her a natural, but soon dangerous mobsters and an annoying (but kind of hot) cop have trained their sights on her. Turns out, pretending to be a detective is a lot simpler than actually being one.

 Perfect for fans of Nita Prose, Sophie Kinsella and Janet Evanovichâs Stephanie Plum series, this is a fast-paced, sharply funny crime caper with heart, chaos and killer outfits.