For the first time in his impeccable fifteen-year career, FBI agent Sam Lincoln can’t solve a murder. The equally meticulous killer leaves only astrological clues. This cosmic caca doesn’t exactly blend well with Sam’s by-the-book methods.
Orders from Sam’s boss force him to work with Star O ’Rourke, a beautiful and brilliant astrologer. More feminine than Venus herself, Star sends his senses orbiting out of control.
With every changing sign of the moon, the lunar lovebirds collide over passions and investigative methods. Yet they band together with the common goal of catching the Pink Cotton Ball Killer — and discover the eclipse ignites some very unexpected predicaments!