When wealthy sophisticated Asher is drawn into investigating a sex-murder mystery with a vulgar New York PI, hilarity ensues. He is forced to acknowledge the seedy side of life as he races against time to solve this case to save the life of a Long Island socialite. Why did this man's relatively young wife die of a heart attack? Is there a pill that will truly give a woman a four hour orgasm? Let me describe Asher St. James. When the story starts, the sole purpose of his existence was to lead a life of quiet refinement. He was born into old money on his staunch, New England father's side. His mother is a Jewish, New York jet-setter. Needless to say, it was confusing for him to have made his confirmation and bar mitzvah in the same year. He found the solution to this quandary by turning to the philosophy of Buddhism. When he goes to his penthouse in New York City, he is suddenly drawn into a maelstrom of violence and sexual proclivity by DG Castellano, a private investigator that was hired for the sole reason of his not having any connection to Long Island high society. Anonymity is of the essence. The two of them are aided in their investigation by Asher's supercilious valet, a dark-skinned man of Asian descent, and a mystery unto himself. The banter among these three is rich in laughter. As the dramatic essence of the crime is revealed, Asher slowly evolves into a better, caring person. Look for Asher's first appearance in Theron and the Amazon, the second book in the Theron series.