Just meeting Lance Roman would have been good enough for Savannah. But as a special birthday treat, her friends have arranged for her to compete for Lance's affections on a reality TV show called "Man of My Dreams." She and four other women will be living in a medieval "castle" with Lance, trying to out-flirt each other--and win said hunk's heart. Savannah's excited. She's got her bags packed (with her sexiest stuff) and her game plan mapped out (who cares if it's catty?). But life in the castle--which looks like something straight off a bad B-movie set--soon takes a sinister turn. She's barely started strutting her stuff when one of the show's producers, Tess Jarvis, turns up dead--in the walk-in freezer, no less. It appears the unfortunate woman was felled by a carton of Killer Fudge ice cream, but Savannah's convinced there's more to the story. Turns out she's right. When she's not charming Lance Roman (could this be love?) she's uncovering all sorts of surprising about the late Tess. It seems no one liked her...not her unhappy husband, or the scheming contestants, or all the disgruntled employees she so heinously wronged. This show is quickly turning into the worst kind of soap opera--with some footage that'll never make it on air...