Alesia Holliday

When her celebrity chef boss knocked her unconscious with a frying pan, it jump-started Jules's life. She'd been stalled too long: job-hopping, man-hopping, floating in the pool with no cares -- had it all been a Peter Pan act? Now, with a chance as a production coordinator on a cheesy new reality TV show, she would get herself in gear. But with an executive producer with a split personality, a judge with bubonic plague, a murderous coworker whose weapon was bad mayonnaise, insane fans, vote-rigging, dressing room Botox, and a hot guy who thought Jules was an alcoholic -- "Pop Star Live!" should have been called unreality TV. Plus, the publicity stunt that made Jules the "Face Behind Reality TV" and meant national attention 24/7 was even stranger. But instead of hitting the brakes, Jules only drove herself harder. Her idle life was gone forever; in its place she'd found her own American idyll.