Upper East Bride

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FROM THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF "DEATH AT SEAWORLD," NOW IN DEVELOPMENT FOR A MAJOR 10-PART NETWORK SERIES.

Love, Life and Loss in the Upper Stratosphere of High Society New York. A comedy.

Megan O'Malley is a working-class, aspiring journalist from Ypsilanti who moves to New York City and is unexpectedly hurled into the madness of uber-rich Manhattan, with its competitive consumption, preposterous pretensions, massive financial fiefdoms, and the over-indulged wealthy, whose hordes of help keep the silver polished, the chateaubriand perfectly cooked and the martinis exquisitely dry.

Megan is soon swept off her feet by the city's most celebrated wealthy bachelor, Rexford Bainbridge, III, better known as "Sexy Rexy." When he proposes to her, Rex's stunned circle of friends, a cabal of Type-A socialites, reluctantly agree to take the decidedly down-market Midwesterner under their comically pompous wings and guide her through a massive makeover.

As Megan pursues her dream of journalism, she must navigate a brave new life of ridiculous opulence, relentless snobbery and stinging ridicule, mostly directed at her. When everything comes crashing down, she is shunned by the ladies who lunch. Megan must now claw her way back to respectability and financial stability, while also delivering a fitting comeuppance to her mentors-turned-tormentors. This rags-to-riches-to-rags social satire unearths the dark, hilarious underbelly of class warfare in contemporary Manhattan.

David Kirby spent considerable time rubbing elbows with the social elites who comprise the world of "Upper East Bride." As Press Secretary at the American Foundation for AIDS Research, he accompanied Elizabeth Taylor around the globe, mixing with movie stars, TV celebrities, royalty and other very rich people, most of whom were quite nice. He has written for The NY Times, Huffington Post, UPI, Discover, Glamour and others, and published four nonfiction books with St. Martin's Press. This is his first novel. He lives in NYC (of course).