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Hollywood Wives

Hollywood Wives

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by Jackie Collins

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The fabulous, bestselling Jackie Collins returns to the world of her greatest success in a searing novel of the new -- but not necessarily imporved -- Hollywood.

When The Hollywood Wives was published more than 15 years ago, it captivated readers with a decadent combination of suspense, scandal, and high glamour and propelled author Jackie Collins to the


The fabulous, bestselling Jackie Collins returns to the world of her greatest success in a searing novel of the new -- but not necessarily imporved -- Hollywood.

When The Hollywood Wives was published more than 15 years ago, it captivated readers with a decadent combination of suspense, scandal, and high glamour and propelled author Jackie Collins to the top of the nation's bestseller lists. Now she thrills a new generation of readers with a sizzling look at the women of today's Hollywood.

Power. Sex. Money. Fame. Today's Hollywood players have it all. If they don't have it, they want it. And what they want, they usually get. Ambitious, young, smart, and lethal, the Hollywood wives are back with a vengeance, determined to claw their way to the top. Leading the pack is Lissa Roman, a mega movie star and legendary sex symbol, four times married. Lissa is on top of her game -- seemingly invincible until Nicci, her wild-child daughter is kidnapped by a crazed psychopath, and suddenly power, sex, money and fame may not be enough.

Like the original Hollywood Wives, The New Generation will shock surprise, amuse and startle, taking readers on a roller coaster ride of fun and suspense they won't soon forget.

Editorial Reviews

The Barnes & Noble Review
Jackie Collins turned Hollywood-style decadence into an art form with her bestselling novel Hollywood Wives. Now Collins offers a highly anticipated encore performance, treating readers to a whole new generation of Hollywood women -- women driven by fame, fortune, love, and lust in a culture that thrives on glitz, glamour, and greed.

Singer and actress Lisse Roman seems to have it all -- beauty, brains, wealth, and success -- at least until her fourth marriage falls apart. Things get worse when Lisse’s 19-year-old daughter, Nicci -- about to marry a man she’s not sure she loves -- becomes the target of a ruthless kidnapper. Then there’s Taylor, a onetime actress who is married to Lawrence Singer, one of Hollywood’s most respected and influential producers. Yet despite being a power wife in Tinseltown, Taylor can’t get her own script produced. Nor can she seem to resist the charms of the young buck whose skills in the sack mirror his skills as a scriptwriter. Rounding out the players are a P.I. who has the hots for Lisse, twin brothers who are movie-producing geniuses and in competition for Nicci’s affections, and a host of ex-husbands, ex-lovers, and assorted sideline conspirators.

Collins cheerfully explores the heights of success and the depths of depravity, ratcheting up the suspense with plenty of blind ambition, powermongering, scandalous sex, and scintillating schemes. Literary it’s not; but if you’re looking for a few hours of entertainment, this read is one heck of a lot of fun. (Beth Amos)

Judy Bass
The novel is crammed with beautiful people scheming to advance themselves. No detail of their designer clothes or Rolls- Royces has been omitted, but Miss Collins is at her raunchy best when describing the collisions between rivals at parties or in bedrooms. She also excels at pacing her narrative, which races forward, mirroring the frenetic lives chronicled here with wit. -- New York Times
Gale Research
Although many reviewers dismiss Collins's novels as tasteless and excessive, others, such as Leola Floren in the Detroit News, feel that the books do contain some valuable insights. Floren's review of Hollywood Wives states: "It would be easy to self-righteously label this book trashy and worthless--but it's not entirely either. Jackie Collins has a talent for titillation and a knack for wooing the most reluctant of readers into a plot that spends 15 percent of the time peeking at people in the sack and the other 85 percent daydreaming about it."
Library Journal
Almost 20 years ago Collins wrote the best-selling Hollywood Wives, a racy look at Tinseltown's rich and famous that later became a miniseries starring Anthony Hopkins and Candice Bergen. Those wives, living in the shadows of their famous husbands, spent their days shopping on Rodeo Drive and lunching at the trendiest restaurants. While the new generation still indulges in the occasional shopping spree and lunch out, these wives now have careers of their own. Lissa Roman, an ber-famous, 40-year-old actress/singer, is getting ready to ditch her fourth cheating husband, while her 19-year-old daughter, Nicci, prepares for her upcoming wedding to a famous film producer. Lissa's best girlfriend, B-movie actress Taylor Singer, is married to Hollywood's top director but can't resist sleeping with a 22-year-old screenwriter. When Nicci is kidnapped and held for ransom, it's a good thing that Lissa is now sleeping with her bodyguard, a private detective and ex-cop. Narrator Michael Brandon offers a strong performance, trying to inject as much drama as possible into this typical Collins melodrama, but, unfortunately, he doesn't have much with which to work. Public libraries should purchase only to satisfy demand.-Beth Farrell, Portage Cty. Dist. Lib., OH Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The usual mixed bag of vixens, sexy louts, and a hardworking star or two from Collins (Lethal Seduction), on familiar territory in la-la land once more. Lissa Roman, singer and movie actress, is still gorgeous at 40, but she has to work at it. Too bad her pesky offspring, Nicci, is now old enough to actually be engaged. What's next? Grandchildren? Perish the thought and get me my agent—who lands Lissa a fabulous gig opening a lavish new Las Vegas hotel. It's a welcome distraction from her restless fourth husband, Gregg, part-time philanderer and full-time bodybuilding egotist. He's so Hollywood—Lissa rues the day she married him. Well, perhaps her darling daughter will settle down with that hot young director, Evan Richter, and find happiness. Instead, Nicci finds she's wildly attracted to Evan's bad-boy twin, Brian. Will she stay faithful, or bed the naughty brother before her bachelorette party? And should she tell that weird guy in the stocking mask who just knocked on her door to go away? Decisions, decisions. Taylor Singer, a sometime actress married to a famous director who bores her in bed, has a few decisions of her own to make. Should she say yes to Montana, the bisexual woman director who wants her to play a leading role in a lesbian love story? Should she say no to Oliver Rock, the skanky but sexy young screenwriter who just sold his first opus for a million bucks? Getting back to the heroine: Lissa has the hots for Michael Scorsinni, the obligatory macho Italian cop and official Real Person in this hackneyed plot. Will he get the goods on cheating Gregg? And will Lissa let him out of bed long enough to save the life of her kidnapped daughter? Collinsresolves these and many other questions at breakneck pace, with her inimitable touch of crass evident throughout. Happiness awaits schlock connoisseurs and uncritical fans alike.

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Chapter Three

We gotta plan your bachelor party," Brian Richter remarked as he finished rolling a joint. "Or rather I do. All you gotta do is gimme a night, and leave everything else to me."

"No party," Evan Richter answered stubbornly. They were sitting around a long table covered with scribbled-on script pages in a hotel room in Arizona, where they were on location for their current movie, Space Blonde.

"Why not?" Brian said, lighting up the joint.

"I've been a bachelor forever," Evan said, annoyed that he had to explain. "Did enough partying to last a lifetime, so what've I got to prove?"

"You gotta be shittin' me?" Brian said with a disgusted look. "Bachelor parties are the only sane reason for getting

married. If you're gonna lock yourself up in pussy prison, you may as well fuck your balls off before your old lady cuts 'em off."

"You're sick," Evan muttered.

"No. I'm normal," Brian retorted, dragging deeply on his joint. "You're the fucked-up member of the family."

"It's a tragedy we weren't separated at birth," Evan muttered, wishing it were so.

"That would've suited me just fine," Brian retorted. "And I'm sure Mom wouldn't've minded."

The Richter brothers. Fraternal twins. Totally unlike physically. Evan, quirky and nice looking, but no hunk with his spiky brown hair and lanky frame. Whereas Brian was all piercing blue eyes, shaggy beach-blond hair, and a hard body. In spite of Brian's bad-boy habits -- which included gambling, drinking too much, drugging a lot, and indiscriminately sleeping with a variety of nubile females -- he was in excellent shape.

The Richter brothers. Hot properties in Hollywood. Hot and unpredictable. Some thought Evan was the one with all the talent because he appeared to be more serious than Brian. But Brian was the one with the best ideas. And Brian was the one who came up with the main story line and wrote most of the scripts. It was Evan who kept it all together, handled the financial aspects, could unfailingly close any deal, and made sure their movies came in on time and usually under budget.

The Richter brothers were always arguing; it amazed everyone who came in contact with them how they were able to maintain such a successful working relationship. Bicker, bicker, bicker. Day and night they went at it.

Often they threatened to dissolve their partnership and go their separate ways. But usually sanity soon prevailed, because why mess with something that was making them both more money than they could ever have imagined?

"How is dear little Nicci?" Brian asked sarcastically. "Still calling you six times a day?"

"We alternate," Evan muttered, wondering why he was even bothering to explain.

"Bullshit," Brian said disbelievingly.

"How come you're always on her case?" Evan responded, frowning.

"'Cause she's nothing but a needy kid."

Evan glared at his brother. "Like you date adults," he said.

"I date 'em, don't marry 'em," Brian pointed out. "Marriage is for old people who can't get it up."

Fortunately, Teena, their script assistant, rushed into the room, speaking into a cell phone. Short and in her thirties,

she was an eccentric-looking woman with hair like straw, decorated with various colored clips and slides -- plus a bold blue streak. Her round face was made to seem more so by the addition of huge wire-rimmed glasses, and she had a prominent snub nose.

"What's up?" Evan said, happy for the interruption, because he was not about to get into a discussion about why he was marrying Nicci with his sex-crazed brother. It was none of his business.

"Everything," Teena said, clicking off the phone and rolling her purple-shadowed eyes. "Abbey doesn't care for her new lines. Harry is under the impression that his trailer is smaller than hers. And Chris can't handle it. He's apparently gone into a funk. We'd better get over to the location, pronto."

Abbey Christian -- a leggy, twenty-two-year-old natural blonde, with a smile that could light up Christmas. Star of their latest movie. Major player. Major cokehead.

Harry Bello -- big-deal comedy actor supreme. Rubber faced and coming up to fifty. Paranoid about getting older and quite certain that Abbey was receiving better treatment than he was.

Chris Fortune. Boy-wonder director. The same age as Abbey and somewhat intimidated by his two stars -- even though he'd directed the big sleeper hit of the previous summer.

"Freakin' actors," Brian grumbled, exhaling smoke. "We should be making animated movies."

"You finally came up with a decent idea," Evan said. "No more over-the-top salaries."

"Please, guys, let's move it," Teena urged, almost jumping up and down with agitation. "Abbey won't come out of her trailer. Harry's sulking. And Chris is heading for a panic attack. We must get over there."

"Let's go," Brian said, carefully preserving his joint in a Kleenex for later. "Nothing like a view of Abbey's tits to wake me up in the morning."

"Remember," Evan said ominously. "No fucking our star until the movie wraps."

"Hey," Brian said innocently. "I can look, can't I?"

Lissa Roman went to great lengths to keep her private life private. Which was not easy considering she lived under constant media scrutiny. Danny, her assistant, was a big help. Earlier that day she'd instructed him to hire a car, leave it in the parking lot at Saks, and give her the ticket. He'd done so, no questions asked.

After lunch, she'd had Chuck drop her off at Barneys,

instructed him to come back in two hours, walked across to Saks, got into the rented car, and driven out to the valley. There was no way she planned to alert Gregg to what was going on, or anyone else for that matter. This was her business, and when Lissa wanted to keep something private, she knew how to do it.

Anyway, she was quite capable of driving to the valley on her own. She didn't need security, just a pair of dark glasses and a baseball cap to hide her telltale platinum hair. Besides, it was an adventure to be doing something on her own for a change.

She put on talk radio and listened to the various call-ins, which was always a trip, until finally she arrived at the Robbins/Scorsinni offices on Ventura, where she was greeted by a plump, middle-aged Asian assistant in a flowered pantsuit. The offices were old and kind of run-down, but Lissa felt quite comfortable. She wasn't looking for one of those hotshot Hollywood P.I. agencies that knew everyone's business. This low-key place suited her fine.

Quincy Robbins, who ran the private investigation/security agency with his partner, Michael Scorsinni, was a pleasant, reliable man, whom Lissa had used on several other occasions for various matters. He and his partner were ex-New York detectives, and that made her feel secure. When she'd moved into her house several years ago, she'd hired Quincy to be her chief security advisor. She'd never met his partner, but she knew that his reputation was stellar.

"Take a seat, please," the Asian woman said with a gummy smile, revealing a row of uneven teeth. "I am Mai Lee. Michael will be with you soon."

"I'm not here to see Michael," Lissa said, anxious to get this over with. "Quincy is expecting me."

"Nobody contacted you?" Mai Lee said, sounding surprised.

"Not that I know of."

"Oh dear," Mai Lee said, now highly embarrassed. "I think I was supposed to call you."

"About what?" Lissa said, fast losing her patience.

"Quincy's laid up at home," Mai Lee said, fluttering her hands. "He broke his leg."

"You've got to be kidding?"

"I'm afraid it's true."

"When did this happen?"

"A few days ago. But not to worry, Michael took over your case. You'll be happy with Michael, he is most capable."

Lissa stood up. "I always deal with Quincy," she said tightly. "This could've waited if I'd known he wasn't available."

"My fault," Mai Lee said, now taking full responsibility. "I was supposed to explain. You see, Quincy didn't seem to think you would want to wait."

Lissa wondered how much Mai Lee knew. This was so embarrassing, she could see the headlines now -- lissa roman catches another cheating husband.

"Oh, God!" she sighed, realizing there was nothing she could do at this late stage. "I suppose I'll have to see Michael. Where is he?"

"Sorry," Mai Lee said apologetically. "He's out of the office right now."

This was ridiculous, she'd driven all the way out to the valley, and now she was getting a runaround. "Are you telling me that you expect me to sit here and wait?" she said sharply. It wasn't often she played the star, but one perk of star treatment was never having to wait.

"He'll be back soon," Mai Lee volunteered. "Very soon."

"Unbelievable!" Lissa muttered irritably. "I drove over here especially."

"There's plenty of magazines," Mai Lee offered soothingly. "Why don't you sit down and relax?"

Why don't you shove it up your ass, Lissa wanted to say, but she didn't. That would have been mean and petty, and one thing she was always careful about was preserving a good public image.

I'm nervous, she thought. I'm nervous because even though I know for sure that Gregg's screwing around, it's still difficult to deal with. At least Quincy -- big, black, comfortable Quincy -- would have held her hand and said, "Listen, this is something you're not gonna want to hear, but these are the facts."

Now she had to hear it from a stranger.

Well, not exactly a stranger, Quincy had often mentioned his partner's name. "My friend Michael," he'd always say. "You should've seen us when we were detectives together in New York. Michael got shot, nearly bought it. You'll like him. He's one of the good guys."

And yet over the years she'd never met him.

She sat down, picked up a magazine, and flipped the pages impatiently, until suddenly the door was pushed open and a tall man strode in.

"Michael," Mai Lee said, jumping up. "Ms. Roman is here."

He walked right over to her. "Sorry to have kept you waiting," he said. "Quincy insisted I shouldn't make you wait, but it was unavoidable. I'm really sorry," he added, giving her a long, sincere stare.

He had the blackest eyes she'd ever seen, thick jet hair, and dark olive skin with a two-day stubble. He was handsome, with a dangerous edge -- an irresistible combination.

So this is Michael Scorsinni, she thought. Quincy never told me he looks like a movie star -- only better.

"Uh...hi," she said, and wondered if this might turn out to be easier than she'd thought.

Copyright © 2001 by Jackie Collins

Meet the Author

Jackie Collins has been called a "raunchy moralist" by the late director Louis Malle and "Hollywood's own Marcel Proust" by Vanity Fair magazine. With over 250 million copies of her books sold in more than 40 countries, and with some twenty New York Times bestsellers to her credit, Jackie Collins is one of the world's top-selling novelists. She is known for giving her readers an unrivaled insiders knowledge of Hollywood and the glamorous lives and loves of the rich, famous, and sometimes bad! "I write about real people in disguise," she says. "If anything, my characters are toned down -- the truth is much more bizarre."

Jackie Collins started writing as a teenager, making up steamy stories her schoolmates paid to devour. Her first book, The World Is Full of Married Men became a sensational bestseller because of its open sexuality and the way it dealt honestly with the double standard. After that came The Stud, Sinners, The Love Killers, The World is Full of Divorced Women, The Bitch, Lovers And Gamblers, Chances, and then the international sensation, Hollywood Wives -- a #1 New York Times bestseller, which was made into one of ABC's highest-rated miniseries starring Anthony Hopkins and Candice Bergen.

Brief Biography

Los Angeles, California
Date of Birth:
October 4, 1941
Place of Birth:
London, England

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Very good book! I like mix of mystrey and Glitz and glamour types. Barnes and Noble made a mistake of printing the previews of what is about this book. The previews belongs to the Hollywood Wives: Next Generation.
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even though this book is older, i purchased it to add to my collection. At first, i thought it was going to be pretty interesting, but with all of the characters,it got a little cofusing, and not to mention boring. i acually like this author, but i have definatly read better.