“Lips Are for Lying”

The porn queen Mirabel Larkin has been doing a series of films using real stiffs. No pun intended. For the past two days, she and a small crew have bribed someone in the coroner's office to allow them to shoot their latest video, believe it or not, called "Stiff Me Forever" using real corpses. They did it once before. This time they took home three of them. One of them is the Mayor's nephew, killed in a motorcycle crash two days ago on Sunset. So begins "Lips Are for Lying," the Harry Fox detective novel.

Called in ostensibly to discreetly find the corpses, LA-based Harry Fox, the detective to the stars, finds himself embroiled in the murky world of the porn business when the gorgeous Mirabel's lover, film director Tony Blake, is found dead in the house where Mirabel lives with Tony's rich schizoid friend Meyer Levin. Harry is caught up in a world where no one is telling the truth, and he finds himself going down a number of dead ends as he tries to find logic in a world of money, sex, and murder all wrapped up in lies.