Amber Riley is the pugnacious lawyer male clients hire to make them look like they're progressive enough to hire a woman - when they'd really rather not. Roberto Cerisano, facing charges of sexual harassment, is a case in point. He's sleazy, but smart enough to have covered his tracks well enough - and that's what counts. Because Amber likes to win.
She also likes Thursday afternoon sex with her married boyfriend, well-aged single-malt scotch, and the sleek lines of her penthouse condominium. It's the teddy bears - stuffed dogs - and even a sequined unicorn in her closet that bother her.
When she consults a professional about her "shopping problem," she expects to blame her mother - not wake up weeks later to find her condo transformed into a new age nightmare of crystals and badly silk-screened dreamscapes, and herself on the verge of being disbarred.
A confrontation with her therapist sets Amber on a voyage of self-discovery - but only because she has to get it together to find out what the hell has happened to her career, her Eames couch, and how Roberto's taste for young interns relates to the FBI trailing her car.
I know just how she feels. I started out reading what looked like a legal thriller and ended up with Amber Does Sedona.
Don't start a hook with a description of the character; start with a pivotal point in the plot. Amber wakes up in Dharma and Greg's spare bedroom and then....