Dating never
tasted so good.

Lisa Marie Wilson arrived in Los Angeles at twenty years old, a bright-eyed actress surrounded by men calling themselves “producers,” with stories that were often more impressive than their careers, and wallets that sometimes seemed to contain more Monopoly money than actual money.

Then came Celeste, her roommate and unofficial guide to the art of care“free” dating. Lisa was looking for love. Celeste was more interested in the backstage pass.

Somewhere along the way, Lisa accidentally found herself involved in a drug deal, running for her life with a man on asylum, flying all the way to Africa and collecting the kind of stories most people would assume had to be fiction.

They weren’t.

And that was only the beginning.