"Sigmund Freud would have liked a mixed-up dish like Dr. Nora Goodman, a sexy forty-something psychoanalyst with whacko rich patients who can't seem to allow themselves happiness, love or success. She's not exactly a steady customer herself, born to a ranting bipolar Talmud scholar and a mother with a heart as cold as a Chicago slaughterhouse. But now she has two kids and an overbearing psychiatrist husband. She hates him. She hates his Jewish old money world. Nora wants a new life sans husband but what she gets is something terribly different. It starts one Monday morning when her eight o'clock patient blows himself to smithereens. The police think it's an accident. Nora thinks it's murder. Another patient dies mysteriously. Nora hires private investigator Mike Ruiz, a tightly wound ex-cop who couldn't care less for Sigmund. "Oh, Freud," Mike Ruiz says. "Isn't he dead?" Freud is always watching while the unlikely pair struggle to an unexpected end"-- Provided by publisher.