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Overview

This special edition eBook of Poor Little Bitch Girl is available only for a short time.


 
Included with the full text of the book is the following extra content:
 
Jackie Collins explains the inspiration for the book
A Q&A  (including such gems as "Which Jackie Collins character has been portrayed by Sandra Bullock?")
An annotated guide to great Jackie Collins characters - written by Jackie
An illustrated Santangelo family tree
A list of Jackie's all-time top-ten musical artists - you WILL be surprised

 

Three twenty-something women, one hot rich guy, two mega movie stars, and a devastating murder: Poor Little Bitch Girl has it all.

Denver Jones is a hotshot twenty-something attorney working in L.A. Carolyn Henderson is personal assistant to a powerful and very married Senator in Washington with whom she is having an affair. And Annabelle Maestro—daughter of two movie stars—has carved out a career for herself in New York as the madame of choice for discerning famous men. The three of them went to high school together in Beverly Hills—and although Denver and Carolyn have kept in touch, Annabelle is out on her own with her cocaine addicted boyfriend, Frankie.

      Then there is Bobby Santangelo Stanislopolous, the Kennedyesque son of Lucky Santangelo and deceased Greek shipping billionaire, Dimitri Stanislopolous. Bobby owns Mood, the hottest club in New York.  Back in the day he went to high school with Denver, Carolyn and Annabelle. And he connected with all three of them. Frankie is his best friend.

      When Annabelle’s beautiful movie star mother is found shot to death in the bedroom of her Beverly Hills mansion, the five of them find themselves thrown together . . . and secrets from the past have a way of coming back to haunt everyone. . . .

      A new, sexy, and explosive novel from perennial bestseller Jackie Collins.

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Editorial Reviews

Claudia Deane
I read this novel in two sittings and was slowed down only by the occasional need to read giggly snippets out loud to whatever consenting adult was in earshot…I'm not proud of this, and I truly hope my mother and my book club never find out, but in the Collins virginity department, I have been guiltily, divertingly deflowered.
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
At 72, with 26 bestsellers under her belt, Collins (Drop Dead Beautiful) prowls familiar terrain with this overheated tale of the filthy rich, nasty poor, and cravenly ambitious. Collins picks up the saga of the Santangelos with spoiled-brat Annabelle Maestro, the daughter of two Tinseltown icons, who runs a high-priced call-girl ring in New York with her coke-sniffing nogoodnik boyfriend, Frankie. Annabelle’s mom’s murder brings the black sheep home to L.A. to mourn for a parent she never loved—and to lean on the adventurous Denver, a quick-witted, sex-starved lawyer who’s defending the No. 1 suspect in the murder, Annabelle’s dad, film legend Ralph Maestro. But Denver also juggles the rescue of his missing best friend, Carolyn, who’s fooling around with a horn dog U.S. senator, and a few hot one-night stands. For all the convoluted connections, mismatches, and throw-away references to ripped-from-the-headlines news and celebrities, Collins is at her seasoned best with this raunchy, retro hot-sheets romance. “It’s men, dollface,” one brassy Hollywood agent muses. “They all spew forth the same tired old lines.” As does Collins. And it’s impossible not to fall for it. Again. (Feb.)
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Praise for Poor Little Bitch Girl:

“Collins is at her seasoned best with this raunchy, retro hot-sheets romance. . . . And it’s impossible not to fall for it. Again.”—Publishers Weekly

“If anyone knows Hollywood, it’s Jackie Collins, and with her newly released novel Poor Little Bitch Girl the bestselling author proves she’s still got it.”—New York Daily News

“I was a Jackie Collins virgin. . . . I have been guiltily, divertingly deflowered.”—Washington Post

“After 42 years on the job, and with her patented blend of explicit sex and Hollywood gossip, Jackie Collins has become queen of a genre all her own. . . . Collins defines her characters well with authentic sounding dialogue.”—Winnepeg Free Press

Praise for Married Lovers:

 

“The fabulous Married Lovers has plenty of Hollywood women kicking ass with a trio of new heroes.”—The New York Post

“Sexier, steamier, and more scandalous than ever. Love and lust, where the good get what they deserve and the bad get their comeuppance.” —London Daily Express

“Nothing says summer like lathering on the sunblock, laying on a lounge chair, and pulling a very steamy novel from the queen of romance from your beach bag—Jackie Collins’ latest romance, Married Lovers.” —NBC’s “The Today Show”

“A mood elevator comparable to anything her characters indulge in.” —Heat Magazine

“Literary icon Jackie Collins is cranking up the heat this summer with her latest most seductive novel to date. A sexy page-turner guaranteed to be the steamiest read of the year.” —New Orleans Living magazine

Library Journal
Collins's (www.jackiecollins.com) 27th novel follows Married Lovers (2008), also available from Macmillan Audio and BBC Audiobooks America. Here, four old acquaintances—L.A.-based attorney Denver Jones; Carolyn Henderson, personal assistant and mistress to a married senator in Washington; New York madame-to-the-stars Annabelle Maestro; and Greek shipping heir Bobby Santangelo (son of Lucky)—are unexpectedly reunited when Annabelle's movie-star mother is found murdered. Collins herself reads, along with Allison Daugherty, Lara Hirner, and John Bedford Lloyd; all do a bang-up job with this classic Collins material rife with romance and intrigue. The voice of Denver, from whose point of view the story is narrated, is especially effective. Collins's many fans will not be disappointed. [Includes a bonus interview with the author; see Prepub Alert, LJ 10/15/09; the St. Martin's hc, which published in February, was a New York Times best seller.—Ed.]—Mary Knapp, Madison P.L., WI
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429938563
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 2/9/2010
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Special Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 480
  • Sales rank: 27,275
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Jackie Collins

There have been many imitators, but only Jackie Collins can tell you what really goes on in the fastest lane of all. From Beverly Hills bedrooms to a raunchy prowl along the streets of Hollywood; from glittering rock parties and concerts to stretch limos and the mansions of the power brokers—Jackie Collins chronicles the real truth from the inside looking out.

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 400 million copies of her books sold in more than forty countries, and with some twenty-seven 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 unrivalled insider’s knowledge of Hollywood and the glamorous lives and loves of the rich, famous, and infamous! “I write about real people in disguise,” she says. “If anything, my characters are toned down—the truth is much more bizarre.”

Visit Jackie’s website jackiecollins.com, and follow her on Twitter at JackieJCollins and Facebook at facebook.com/jackiecollins.

Biography

Louis Malle may have branded Jackie Collins a "raunchy moralist," but it wasn't her sense of ethical propriety that had her in a snit when Kenneth Starr dutifully reported to the nation the details of the pseudo-coupling between Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky. It was her literary pride. "Everybody said that the Monica Lewinsky stuff in the Starr report was like a Jackie Collins book," she told the Chicago Tribune in 2001, "but if I'd written it, the sex would have been better."

Unquestionably. Jacqueline Susann may be the Emily Bronte of the naughty bits, but Collins is surely Charlotte, having filled her books to the rim with skin since her first novel The World Is Full of Married Men appeared in 1968. Since then, there has been a string of sexy Hollywood moguls, sexy models, sexy wives of Hollywood moguls, sexy divorcées and sexy children of Hollywood moguls in such titles as Chances, Lucky and Throb as well as The Bitch and The Stud (both made into movies starring big sister Joan).

The critics, when they take notice at all, tend to sniff. ("While no one expects Lady Boss to be a literary banquet, certainly a yummy little snack is in order" is about the best to expect from The New York Times.) But those who can look past the satin sheets and champagne flutes see more going on in the Collins canon. Hers is a dissection of the vacuous, viperish entertainment class hiding behind designer sunglasses in Los Angeles. Vanity Fair called her "Hollywood's own Marcel Proust.” The Advocate hinted that she might be the Charles Dickens of Beverly Hills. And Joe Queenan, a Hollywood player himself, said Collins's 1993 novel American Star was nothing less than a lament of the American family's demise.

"It would be easy to self-righteously label this book trashy and worthless -- but it's not entirely either," the Detroit News wrote in a review of Collins's 1983 novel Hollywood Wives. "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. Deliberately or not, she speaks eloquently of emptiness through the lives of people who would seem to have everything: French poodles, Mexican maids, American Express."

And Judy Bass wrote in the Los Angeles Times that Collins's gimlet eye for detail is what makes her novels such a gas: "Collins caricatures the life styles of the rich and famous with devastating accuracy. She spoofs every nuance of their attire, speech and relationships, never allowing tedium or predictability to dilute the reader's fun."

There are a number of recurring characters in Collins's books, though none better known than Lucky Santangelo, the sexy (natch) film studio owner who has appeared in Lucky, Lady Boss, Vendetta: Lucky's Revenge and Dangerous Kiss. The Lucky series bring together all the required ingredients of a Collins cocktail: the rich and famous, the shifty Hollywood shenanigans, scheming opportunists and a bug-on-the-wall vantage point of every -- or every other -- bedroom in the 90210 zip code.

Time once wrote of a Collins novel that it allowed the reader the rare opportunity to watch adverbs mate. Of course. There's a high art to the lowbrow. The Village Voice, writing in 2000, understood that: "The beauty of the trashy novel is twofold: It's a lightning-quick read, and you can howl in smug superiority as you turn the pages. Lethal Seduction, the latest from well-appointed and leopard-print-swathed Queen of Trash Jackie Collins, is a prime example of page-turning, literary-hauteur-stoking fun."

But it might have been People, reviewing Vendetta: Lucky's Revenge, that most succinctly summed up the contradictory seductiveness of the Jackie Collins novel: "embarrassing to pick up, impossible to put down."

Good To Know

Collins makes a mean meatloaf. "It's the herbs and spices," she told Biography magazine, "and my essence."

Collins spends about a year writing each novel, and does so entirely in longhand.

She eschews the stodgy demands of grammar. "I don't basically understand grammar," she is quoted as saying in Contemporary Popular Writers. "I call myself a street writer. I write purely by instinct. I've decided people don't speak in grammatical conversations.... The important thing is I get people into the bookstores who probably wouldn't be there otherwise."

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    1. Also Known As:
      Jacqueline Jill Collins (full name)
    2. Hometown:
      Los Angeles, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 4, 1941
    2. Place of Birth:
      London, England

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Annabelle

Belle Svetlana surveyed her nude image in a full-length mirror, readying herself for a thirty-thousand-dollar-an-hour sexual encounter with the fifteen-year-old son of an Arab oil tycoon.

Belle knew she was a beauty. What the hell, enough money had been spent along the way to make sure she was beautiful. A nose job ordered by her mother when she was a mere fourteen, a boob job shortly after—that was her decision. And then later, liposuction when needed, lip enhancement, regular facials, and skin-lasering treatments to make certain her skin remained the milky white she’d worked so hard to achieve (getting rid of her freckles had been a bitch, but she’d done it). Ever since her teenage years Belle had strived for perfection, and now she’d gotten pretty damn close. Her hair was a pale golden red, shoulder length and wavy. Her eyes were a spectacular emerald green. Her body—a playground of delights.

Yes, she thought, staring intently at her unabashed nakedness, I am worth every cent of the thirty thousand dollars cash already neatly stashed in my safe.

Usually she did not go out on "dates" herself, but Sharif Rani, the oil tycoon, had insisted that it was she who should teach his youngest son the joys of the flesh. So, for a princely sum, she’d finally agreed.

Carefully, she stepped into a peach slip of a dress—powdered, perfumed, and ready for action.

Thirty thousand an hour. Not bad for a job that would probably take her no more than fifteen minutes to complete.

Of course, she could have turned the job down and suggested one of her twenty-thousand-an-hour girls, but sometimes it was fun to play, especially as she could pick and choose among her roster of rich, powerful, and famous clients—which included everyone from Hollywood’s biggest stars to several princes, more than one captain of industry, a few superstar rappers, dozens of sports heroes, and too many politicians to count.

Yes, Belle Svetlana, née Annabelle Maestro, ran the most exclusive, expensive call girl business in town—the town being New York, as opposed to Los Angeles, the city she’d grown up in, surrounded by luxury and all the opulence two movie-star parents could buy.

Thank God she’d escaped those two egomaniacs—Mom, the ethereal queen of quality in de pen dents; and Dad, the macho king of big-budget schlock. What a horror show having them as parents.

When she’d dropped out of college in Boston and settled in New York, neither of her loving parents had given a rat’s ass. Admitting to a grown daughter did nothing to enhance their public images, so they’d arranged to send her a monthly allowance, blithely told her to follow her dreams, and left her to her own devices.

Annabelle was no slouch when it came to following her dreams; she’d soon found herself caught up in the club-and-party scene—a lifestyle that had satisfied her for a while. Then one night she’d been introduced to Frankie Romano, a popular deejay who worked private parties and the occasional hot club. One look at Frankie and it was lust at first sight.

Originally from Chicago, Frankie was quirky and attractive in a Michael Imperioli kind of way. Fast-talking and edgy, he had longish dark hair, ice-chip blue eyes, and sharp features.

The trouble with Frankie was that he was usually broke—he was a dedicated cokehead, so what ever money came his way went straight up his nose.

Annabelle fell hard, for in spite of Frankie’s drug use, it turned out that he was a star in bed, whenever he wasn’t too coked-out to perform. She didn’t know anything about his background, and she didn’t care. As far as she was concerned, they were soul mates.

After a few weeks of crazy togetherness, Frankie had moved into her SoHo loft, a move she hadn’t objected to. The only downer was that eventually she’d found herself spending her entire allowance keeping him in drugs, so it wasn’t long before—at Frankie’s urging—she’d called her dad in L.A. and requested that her allowance be increased.

Ralph Maestro—the self-made son of a Brooklyn butcher who’d gotten shot by a robber when Ralph was twelve—told her no way. "I made it on my own without two cents to rub together," Ralph had informed her sternly. "We’ve already given you a head start. If you want more money, I suggest you go out and find yourself a job."

Annabelle was furious. Her parents raked in millions, and Daddy Movie Star was telling her to get a job! Screw them! It was increasingly obvious that they didn’t give a damn about her.

A couple of weeks later, she and Frankie had come up with a master plan. They’d been lying in bed reading the lurid headlines about a married politician who’d recently gotten caught having sex with a series of high-priced call girls.

"How stupid is he?" Frankie had ruminated, scratching his skinny butt. "The dumb asshole should’ve paid cash. That way nobody gets busted, an’ everyone goes home happy."

"Cash is good," Annabelle had agreed. "For special girls only."

"Yeah," Frankie had said half-jokingly. "Not some mouthy skank who’s gonna sell her story, but very special girls. Y’know the kinda babes I mean. Models, actresses—they’re always on the lookout for an extra score. An’ here’s the sweet part of the deal: We know ’em all."

"We sure do."

"So . . ." Frankie had said after a thoughtful few minutes. "You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?"

She was indeed. And so their adventure had begun.

At first they’d both considered it a lark, but after a few months it had turned into one of the most successful call girl businesses in town.

Flushed with success, Annabelle had soon created two identities for herself. One was Annabelle Maestro, a girl struggling to make it in the fashion industry as a sometime designer. And the second was Belle Svetlana (she got off on the exotic sound of the Russian surname), a woman of mystery who was able to supply the right girl to satisfy any man’s fantasy.

For a price.

A hefty price, depending on what was required.

Annabelle’s girls were not hookers. They were stylish, good-looking career women who enjoyed the extra income. Models, actresses, singers, designers, all classy, smart, and discreet, some of them quite well-known.

It was Annabelle’s idea that the girls they recruited should wear masks when they went on jobs, to hide their identities. She was sure the men would get off on the mystery, and the girls were happy, too, imagining that wearing masks would conceal their true identities.

Finding the right girls was no problem. Frankie, a major cocksman before hooking up with Annabelle, knew them all, and he used his considerable way with words to talk them into anything. A shitload of untaxable cash income was the big temptation, and as Frankie pointed out, since most of the girls were fucking for nothing, what was the big deal if they did it and got handsomely paid? Especially if they were able to remain anonymous.

Frankie vetted all their would-be clients, while Annabelle liaised with the girls and arranged the appointments. Between them they pocketed sixty percent of every assignation, and it didn’t take long before they were rolling in cash. It was always cash, no paper trails involved.

Now they’d been doing it for almost a year, and what a sweet money-making business it had turned out to be. Neither Annabelle nor Frankie had any complaints—that is, until they both realized they needed help.

After thinking about it for a while, Frankie had recruited Janey Bonafacio, one of his many cousins, who lived in Brooklyn and worked as a bookkeeper. He’d asked her if she’d be interested in working for him, and since she’d always harbored a huge crush on her cousin Frankie, she’d immediately quit her job, and he’d hired her to take care of the phones and schedule the girls’ appointments.

Janey, a 275-pound unmarried mother with a nineteen-year-old-son, Chip, was delighted to get the job. Worshipping her cousin from afar was one thing, but actually working for him was a dream come true, even if the business he ran with his snooty girlfriend was fairly dubious.

Annabelle kind of trusted Janey, but she wasn’t so trusting when it came to Chip—a surly slacker with way too much attitude and a complaining disposition. Annabelle regarded him as a not-so-charming Frankie-in-training. They used him to run errands and drive the car.

"At least they’re family," Frankie had assured her. "They’ll never screw us."

"Don’t be so naive," she’d retorted. "When it comes to money, everyone has an agenda."

"Hey," Frankie had said, "we’re payin’ Janey plenty to make sure they stay discreet. An’ remember this—Janey’s got a thing for me, she’d never do anythin’ to hurt me."

Annabelle was not so sure.

After making certain that she looked her most seductive, Annabelle buzzed downstairs to check that her car was waiting. Her main residence was a Park Avenue pent house where she and Frankie spent most of their time, but she still kept the SoHo loft; it was the place her parents and old friends could contact her. Not that her parents ever did—she heard from them maybe once every few weeks. And she wasn’t really interested in her old friends. She had a new life now, and in her new life very few people knew who her parents were and where she came from. That’s the way she liked it.

Earlier in the day, Frankie had driven to Atlantic City to spend the weekend with a couple of his guy friends, Bobby Santangelo Stanislopoulos and Bobby’s business partner, M.J. Annabelle knew both Bobby and M.J. from way back when they’d all attended the same high school in Beverly Hills. Yeah, fun times. She’d never forgotten the infamous prom night when the three of them had hung out, gotten totally high, and on a dare she’d ended up making out with the two of them.

Hmm . . . just one of those crazy out-of-control teenage escapades, although it was quite a memorable experience. None of them had ever mentioned it again. It was a no-go zone.

Then one night, years later after she’d moved to New York, she’d walked into Mood, and there they were—Bobby and M.J. At first it was a shock seeing them, but they’d soon got to talking and catching up on old times. In fact, it was M.J. who’d introduced her to Frankie.

She’d never told Frankie about her one night of lust with his two best friends; some things were better left in the past. Besides, she didn’t imagine he’d be too thrilled if he ever found out, and when pushed, Frankie had a vicious temper.

Since gambling seemed to be Frankie’s new passion, she hadn’t objected to him taking off. Her live-in boyfriend was a handful and then some, so she didn’t mind the occasional night on her own. Chilling out without Frankie would allow her a pleasant break.

The concierge informed her that her driver was parked outside. She picked up her Chanel purse and headed for the door.

As she stepped out into the hallway, the phone began to ring, but she chose to ignore it. She had a thing about phones, hated answering them. Whoever it was could leave a message.

She left the apartment and descended in the elevator, quite psyched about the prospect of inducting an innocent young man into the joys of sex. His father, Sharif Rani, was one of their best customers. Sharif required a different girl several times a week, and he always came back for more. Annabelle considered Sharif Rani to be a primo client, along with the Hollywood movie star who was an insatiable pussy-hound and the Hall of Fame rock ’n’ roller with the nine-inch cock and a penchant for girls who would agree to indulge in bathroom activities all over his craggy face.

"Good afternoon, Miss Svetlana," the conclerge said, moving out from behind the long marble counter, rubbing his palms together in anticipation of a large tip.

Annabelle discreetly slipped him a twenty. She’d learned early on that it was smart to keep everyone happy.

The concierge tried not to stare at her. She was a beauty, with her pale red hair and slinky body. She was also quite mysterious. Nobody in the building knew what she or her boyfriend did, just that they were young and rich and that they had plenty of good-looking friends.

Annabelle walked outside, slid onto the backseat of the Mercedes they’d recently purchased, and settled back against the plush leather. She was glad this was an afternoon assignation, because after educating the boy, she wanted to pop into Saks and buy herself the new patent-leather Prada purse she’d seen in the catalog. And since Frankie was not big on buying her gifts, maybe she’d even treat herself to a David Yurman piece of jewelry.

Yes, that’s what I’ll do, she thought dreamily. I’ll reward myself for five minutes of not-so-hard work. I deserve it.

"Hey there," Chip said, glancing in the rearview mirror, his narrow eyes busily checking her out. "How’s it goin’?"

"I’m not in the mood for conversation, Chip," she said crisply, tuning him out because he bothered her. There was just something about him. . . .

" ’Scuse me for existing," he muttered.

Damn! She decided then and there that Chip had to go. And the sooner the better.

Excerpted from Poor Little Bitch Girl by Jackie Collins.
Copyright © 2010 by Jackie Collins.
Published in February 2010 by St. Martin's Press.
All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Posted February 26, 2010

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    Always Delightful

    As a Jackie Collins fan (well really her "Lucky Santangelo" series) I was truly content with this novel. As always a mixture of sacarsm, wit, and the delightful self-inflicted karma is in full force. The addition of some of the Santangelo characters only put the icing on the cake. A definite recommend.

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 22, 2009

    Poor Little Rich Girl Delivers!

    I was fortunate to get a copy of this book from the United Kingdom, and I am enjoying this book very much. As of writing this review, I have less than 50 pages to go of the book - but I don't need to finish the book to let customers know that this is first rate Jackie Collins.
    The plot centers around 3 characters; Denver Jones, Carolyn Henderson, and Annabelle Maestro. And, there is Bobby Stanislopoulos, son of Lucky Santegelo who owns Mood, the hottest club in New York.
    When Annabelle's movie star mother is found shot dead in her bedroom in Beverly Hills, all these characters find themselves thrown together. And the secrets from their past have a way of coming back to haunt them...
    This book is loads of fun, and encourage customers to buy this book. It's great fun!

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 4, 2011

    Must read!

    This book got me to love reading again! Since starting college I have lost the drive with all of that extra-boring text book reading. This book however, has reminded me how much fun reading can be! It is well written and keeps you wondering what is going to happen next. The way the book is laid out by chapter makes you never want to put it down!! Love love love! Will be buying the rest of her books :)

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2010

    Jackie Collins is Jackie Collins is Jackie Collins

    I have read every Jackie Collins novel. This is EXACTLY like all the others, archetypal characters, contrived plot, taste of fame, etc. It is as predictable as all the others, but I keep on reading her books. I keep hoping that eventually there will be something really exciting, but I am always let down.
    You can read the book in 5 or 6 hours, and you won't remember much after it's over, except that you read the last Jackie Collins book.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    PERFECT BEACH READ!

    THIS IS IT. PUT IT IN THE BEACH BAG IMMEDIATELY!. Another winner from Jackie and this one doesnt disappoint. The usual sex, drugs, money, fame but its always a new story. She keeps getting better.

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 26, 2010

    amazing!

    as always Jackie Collins creates another page furner that you don't wzng to put down! A must read!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 14, 2010

    Must read.. by far one of the best books by Jackie Collins

    Awesome book, couldn't put the book down for one second. I was really excited about all characters and the story line. Loved every thing about it!!! Can't wait for a new book to come out by Jackie Collins.

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  • Posted May 12, 2010

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    A Jackie Collins Flop

    I typically love JC novels. This one, not so much. It was rather disappointing. Characters were well developed but not engaging. The story line was horrible and there was little cohesiveness with the sub plots. It would have been nice to better develop the chemistry between Denver and Bobby. The sub plots were lacking and did nothing to enhance the story. Even the main story line was weak and rather predictible. The story is a huge disappointment from anouthor who usually wows with racy plots filled with suspense and intrigue. This story has none of that. Normally I put JC novels in the beach read category, this one is a leave it on the shelf. There are too many good books out there that are more deserving of your time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2014

    Suspense with Every Turn of the Page

    What a spell-binding romance mystery. It had me so captivated with the characters and the story line. Every page had me swept up in the web that is Jackie Collins. I literally could not put the Nook Book down.
    This was my first Nook Book and I look forward to reading many more of Ms. Collins' books in this manner.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2014

    Amazing

    Could not put this book downn! I finished it in one sitting.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2013

    Easy Read

    Light reading - couldn't put the book down

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  • Posted February 8, 2013

    Did not want it to end!

    Great book! I could not put it down! Such an interesting world Jackie Collins paints. It ended abruptly for me, though. I felt like I could have read 400 more pages!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2013

    Another Great Read From Jackie!

    Kept me reading. Jackie Collins does not dissapoint.

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  • Posted January 18, 2013

    Good Book!

    A little different type of book than what I usually read-but I enjoyed it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2013

    JackIe does it again

    Not as good as the Lucky series but still entertaining.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2013

    Liked it!

    Good interesting characters, action kept rolling along at a fast pace

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2012

    Kept my attention!!

    Kept my attention!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2012

    Read it cover to cover

    I am a Jackie Collins fan. This book was no exception.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2012

    Faboulous!!!

    This book was fabulous in every way. Terrific read!

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  • Posted October 21, 2011

    Great read!!

    I can pick up any of Jackie Collin's books and finish them in 2 days!! Love her books...she's just fun and the books are sexy, scandalous, and page turners!!! I have almost all her Nook books....wish they would add more to the list!!

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