The Immaculate Complexion

In a world of Park Avenue princesses and Botox babes, Marnie Mann stands out like last year's lip color. If one more person at her new job for Lavigne Cosmetics suggests a laser treatment for her age spots (hello--they're freckles!) or an injection for her furrowed brow (does no one in this office think?), she's going to scream.

But even her organic-loving self can't resist the seductive pull of working in the big-name beauty biz. That pull drags her into a high-concept product launch gone spectacularly awry, tainted samples, and a murder by makeup in which every manicured finger points straight to her. It's going to take a lot more than wrinkle cream to smooth out this mess.