The Strip

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Three Las Vegas wives. One dirty secret…

In a city built for sin, where any fantasy is one phone call away, three successful women make their way in the world… They are Las Vegas wives, and THE STRIP is their adults-only playground, a neon-splashed boulevard where excitement, seduction, and betrayal never go to sleep.

KRISTIN FOX is the bestselling writer of controversial sex-in-suburbia novels who hungers for sensuality outside the pages of ...

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Overview

Three Las Vegas wives. One dirty secret…

In a city built for sin, where any fantasy is one phone call away, three successful women make their way in the world… They are Las Vegas wives, and THE STRIP is their adults-only playground, a neon-splashed boulevard where excitement, seduction, and betrayal never go to sleep.

KRISTIN FOX is the bestselling writer of controversial sex-in-suburbia novels who hungers for sensuality outside the pages of her money-making fiction. JENNIFER PAYNE is the insightful marriage and family therapist who has an answer for every relationship problem except the one happening in her very own bedroom. BILLIE SHELTON is the casino showroom song-and-dance dazzler who has been saved, remade, and quietly shattered by a dangerously obsessive Svengali husband.

And CAM LAWFORD is the man they share: a gorgeous stud-for-hire whose career-ending sports injury has led him from roaring crowds in NFL stadiums to willing women in luxury hotel rooms. And straight into a whole new deadly game …

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
The latest from Salem (Tan Lines) offers an absorbing plot and enough erotica to heat up any cold winter evening. In Las Vegas, bestselling author Kristin Fox, marriage and family therapist Jennifer Payne, and casino song-and-dance star Billie Shelton seem blessed with money, fame, and fortune, but behind closed doors each woman struggles with a lackluster, loveless marriage. Enter Cam Lawford, a retired NFL stud turned high-priced escort. Though each woman hires Cam hoping for a no-strings-attached moment of well-deserved pleasure, nothing is as easy as it seems—not even in Sin City. Soon, all three women are engulfed in a web of jealousy, lies, and murder. Believable characters, witty dialogue, and timely details invigorate this saucy, fast-paced novel. (Nov.)
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Praise for Tan Lines:

“A really great beach read! I loved it!” –Jackie Collins

“WARNING:  J.J. Salem's Tan Lines burns on every page.  With a scorching mix of scandal, sex, and murder, this deliciously bitchy beach read really brings the heat.” –Lisa Jackson, #1 New York Times bestselling author

“Salem’s scorching debut… throbs with intensity, spiked with erotic detail” – Publishers Weekly

“Summer’s hot read will be the sexed-up novel Tan Lines… A 21st century Valley of the Dolls.” – The New York Post

“Like Harold Robbins, Salem features the same kind of morally unbridled superstar characters whose sex organs are set on autogrind.” – USA Today

“A sizzling, sassy potboiler.” – The Seattle Post-Intelligencer

“Even Jacqueline Susann would be shocked!  Incendiary and captivating, J.J. Salem has found a literary voice that is one part Valley of the Dolls, one part Sex and the City, and one part pure grit.  Tan Lines engages you with complex issues of femininity, sex, and control embodied by three strong female characters who ultimately yearn for freedom.” –Barbara Seaman, Author of Lovely Me: The Life of Jacqueline Susann

“If fiction was a family, J.J. Salem would be the literary love-child of Sidney Sheldon and Jackie Collins.” –  The Daily Record (UK/Scotland)

“Salem’s high-octane romp is escapism with a feminist edge.” – The Daily Telegraph

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312374181
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 11/8/2011
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 986,892
  • Product dimensions: 8.20 (w) x 5.50 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

J.J Salem is a USA Today bestselling author whose work has been published in several languages.  He is the author of Tan Lines and has written both adult fiction for Kensington and Zebra and young adult fiction for MTV Books under the pseudonym Kylie Adams. He lives in the southeastern United States. Visit him online at www.jjsalem.com.

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Even Cam Lawford’s nipples were exquisite. This was the first thought that came to Kristin Fox when her eyes fluttered open. She let out a soft, satisfied moan. “How long have I been asleep?”

“About twenty minutes,” he whispered. “But you earned it. That was quite a workout.” His fingertips skated down her naked torso.

Kristin stretched languidly, feeling a delicious soreness that would linger for days. It was still amazing that her tiny body could accommodate him. She was only four-foot-eleven. She weighed ninety-eight pounds. And Cam was the most well-endowed man she had ever been with. To say his prized asset was practically the size of a wine bottle would only be a mild exaggeration.

“Our time’s up.” Gently, he extricated himself from her embrace and swung around, planting both feet on the floor. The man was a stickler for keeping a schedule. Two hours was two hours. Not a minute more, not a minute less.

She watched him dress back into the cop uniform, complete with handcuffs, Taser X3, and fake badge. His body was a marvel—the perfect V shape, the sculpted muscles, the taut, tanned, naturally smooth skin. If there was a single physical flaw, Kristin could not find it.

Cam discreetly pocketed the red envelope on the desk. “As always, it was a pleasure, Mrs. Fox.” He started for the door. “Think about a new scenario for next time. I could get my hands on a soldier’s uniform or a firefighter’s suit.”

She stared after him, half shocked, half appalled, all the way titillated.

Cam gave her a hot and final look. “Call me.” And then he walked out.

In the silence that followed, the thousand dollars it had just cost her to feel this good seemed like a bargain. She was positively glowing—inside and out. That she was paying for the pleasure did not make her feel the slightest bit desperate. With her highly toned petite frame, long blond hair, and delicate features, many remarked that she resembled pop songstress Kylie Minogue. Finding a man who would sleep with her for free was not her problem. But like everything else, you get what you pay for.

Suddenly, she was struck by a sharp pang of loneliness, private shame, and a wave of guilt. And once again Kristin wondered, What in God’s name am I doing?

She was slumming at the Flamingo, one of the oldest hotels on the Strip. The rooms were inexpensive. Ugly tourists lined up elbow-to-elbow at the casino’s slot machines. Hookers staked out the elevators. Even the property’s newly remodeled Go suites were quintessential Vegas tacky. The white vinyl upholstered ceiling-high headboards, posh carpeting, and sleekly modern décor touches gave off sci-fi vibrations in the vein of the Jane Fonda camp classic Barbarella.

Still, the paradox gave Kristin a frisson of smug satisfaction. Her husband, Hart Fox, was a top executive at the London Hotel, the Strip’s sprawling new mega-property competing for a share of a tightening hotel, gambling, and entertainment market.

And here she was at the Flamingo, dropping cash for a room booked under her maiden name, making time with a stud-for-hire. It was the kind of tacky, scandalous, and selfish behavior that powerful, accomplished, and high-profile men typically indulged in. She allowed herself a moment of secret celebration. This one was for the fed-up wives of America.

Every husband had secrets. Every wife had them, too. In fact, writing about such matters had made Kristin rich and almost famous. Like a character from one of her popular novels, Hart believed that her appointment for private Pilates instruction was actually private Pilates instruction. The subterfuge always provided a quiet, if temporary, thrill, especially in light of the fact that her husband could be such a mean son of a bitch.

This is purple prose romance crap for sexually frustrated housewives.

Years later, she could still hear Hart’s dismissive voice inside her head. He had never supported her writing ambitions. His complaint was that she wasted valuable hours that could be better spent on their two children and other household concerns.

But Kristin had refused to give up. She began to work surreptitiously, stealing fragments of time during Lily’s gymnastics classes or Ollie’s soccer games, slipping out to early-morning yoga classes that were a front for sixty-minute writing and coffee binges at Starbucks. And she took advantage of every possible moment in between.

On some level, Hart’s lack of support was an important factor in her success. The combination of resentment and determination to prove him wrong became unstoppable fuel. It changed her writing dramatically. Kristin stopped echoing the styles of other authors and found her own unique voice. She crafted wicked observational tales about what she saw around her—asshole husbands, unfulfilled wives, slutty neighbors, incompetent parents, and messed-up children.

The result was Come to Bed, a raunchy exposé on the rise in spouse swapping among upscale suburban dwellers. After years of self-doubts, unpublishable drafts, and industry rejections, everything happened at a dizzying pace.

The first agent she queried signed her immediately. Within days, the novel garnered such intense interest that it went to auction and sold for $500,000. HBO snapped up television rights and put the project on a fast-track development schedule. Just months after the hardcover edition reached the upper echelon of every bestseller list, the premium pay cable channel was airing a series based on her novel. Critics dismissed it as “Sex in the Suburbs.” But the ratings were huge.

Kristin Fox had officially become a minor cultural phenomenon. Just like Jackie Collins once blew the lid off Hollywood social mores for a voyeuristic public, Kristin did very much the same, only her excavation was the moral rot that existed inside well-heeled suburbia.

But the controversy surrounding Come to Bed was mild compared to the incendiary reaction that greeted her second novel, The Guy Next Door, which chronicled the secret gay society of conservative Southern married men attending a megachurch called Pine River. Though right-wing crusaders attacked her with a vengeance, the outrage only spurred sales and attracted more readers.

No matter her success, Hart still dismissed Kristin’s career as an indulgent hobby. He only saw the way that it stood in the path of her responsibilities to him, their children, and home.

Leave the selfish bastard.

This was a thought that rolled around in Kristin’s mind almost every day. She had the reasons to say good-bye. She had the money to finance her exit. But she just could not bring herself to put a plan into motion.

More than anything, it was Ollie and Lily that gave her pause. The children adored their father. And while failing her in so many ways, Hart had been reasonably good to them. Plus, a gut thing told her that Ollie would insist upon living with Hart in the event of a divorce, a move that she felt sure would risk derailing her already struggling twelve-year-old son.

Beyond her concern for the children, though, Kristin had to admit that the idea of starting over alone was paralyzing. So much of her life had been spent loving Hart, then enduring him, ultimately resenting him. But was this destined to be the rest of her life, too? If Hart knew how she had spent her morning, the things she had done to Cam Lawford, the things she had begged him to do to her …

Her BlackBerry chimed with a text alert.

OLLIE FOX

Bring me some lunch. Subway sounds good.

She stared at the message. Ollie was growing up to issue rude demands just like his father.

KRISTIN FOX

Sorry, have an appt. Eat at school.

OLLIE FOX

This sucks!

KRISTIN FOX

Children have survived worse.

The communication halted. Ollie would probably sulk over her refusal to cater to this instant whim. And he would likely complain to Hart, who in turn would attack Kristin with something like, “The boy has to eat. What were you doing that was more important?”

She would be so tempted to answer, “I had just finished fucking a twenty-four-year-old. It was an inconvenient time.”

Kristin dressed quickly, covered her long blond hair with a Pucci scarf, donned face-swallowing Oliver Peoples sunglasses, and slipped out of the Flamingo, into the parking garage, and away from the Strip.

Traffic crawled along Las Vegas Boulevard. She suffered through it, alternately touching up her lipstick and checking e-mails as Kings of Leon’s “Sex on Fire” blared at deafening volume in her moonbeam-colored Bentley Continental GT.

Kristin had chosen this particular make and model because she had announced to Hart that she was buying a car and paying cash for it with her first royalty earnings for Come to Bed. When she drove the vehicle home, the look on his face—total shock mixed with constipation—had been worth the outrageous sticker price.

Finally, the gridlock gave way. Kristin reached Nevada 589 and picked up speed. Ten minutes later, she was pulling into a Pueblo Revival-styled office court and rushing inside a second-floor suite.

A bell on the door announced her arrival into an unstaffed waiting room. She sat down long enough to anxiously thumb through several pages of Architectural Digest before Jennifer Payne opened an adjoining office door and invited her inside with a warm smile.

Nancy—a fluffy, Alpine white, immaculately groomed bichon frise—greeted her affectionately.

Kristin assumed her place on the chocolate brown leather sofa. The initial moments of every therapy session were always fraught with awkwardness. Out of sheer politeness, she sometimes felt compelled to engage in banal small talk, even though her preference was to get right down to it. Fifty minutes could go by in a flash.

“How are you?” Jennifer said, and unlike most people who asked the question, she really wanted to know.

And that’s when Kristin started to cry.

 

Copyright © 2011 by J. J. Salem

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 18, 2013

    Aden

    Hi ally.

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  • Posted October 4, 2011

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    Darcus @ Starcrossed

    I honestly have to say that I absolutely loved this book. Everything from the cover, to the characters, to the story waiting inside was amazing. And is it just me, or does the woman on the cover look like and adult LeAnn Rimes?

    I wasn't sure if I was going to like this book when I first saw it on GoodReads. It just didn't seem like my kind of book. But when I received it in the mail and starting reading it, I couldn't put it down! It was so easy to get sucked into The Strip. I seriously read for hours, not wanting to put it down. My husband practically had to pry it out of my fingers when it was time for bed.

    Not only is this book really sexy and dangerous, (very sexy and very dangerous), but the characters are so well defined and created that you can't help but to love them, hate them, or want to be with them (Cam anyone?).

    Even though there's a lot of sexy situations, yummy characters, and a fantasy-style storyline, there's also a dark, dangerous side to The Strip. The book goes really deep and shows the dark side of fame, success, money, sex, control, marriage, and the very greedy side of love. It draws you in.

    In my opinion, the ending didn't stand up as well as the majority of the book. But I'm sure that would be different for different people. Different readers would want it to end different ways. I wasn't too fond of this ending, but it definitely didn't take away from the rest of the novel.

    All in all, this was a great read that I will definitely read again in the future, and I have to say, it should be made into a movie!

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  • Posted September 23, 2011

    Sin City??

    Sin City has always had its own rules and morality. So when three wealthy, highly successful women find that the answer to their unfulfilling marriages is to engage the services of a sophisticated male prostitute, there is nothing shocking about it. But when he ends up murdered, the question becomes who did it and who might be next.

    The Strip centers on the lives of Kristen (a best-selling author), Billie (Vegas' quintessential song-and-dance maven) and Jennifer (the marriage counselor) along with their hired hunk Cam Lawford. All four of these characters are compelling and create quite a dynamic between them. Even though Cam is far too perfect to be real, he serves his function in the story in a James Bond manner. However, the rest of the characters are so cliché they could be made of cardboard. Kristen and Billie's husbands are so simplistically evil as to be caricatures of villains - very nearly comic rather than threatening. Only Jennifer's transgressions against her misunderstood husband come across as authentic and understandable.

    The most troublesome part of The Strip is the plot. It spits and sputters along without ever building towards a conclusion. The murder is foretold in the first chapter along with introducing an interesting detective who is then completely forgotten for the rest of the book. Conflicts are stilted and only seem to fill the gaps between flamboyant sex scenes where Cam always says and does the right thing and never steps over any lines. Finally, the conclusion is haphazard. With so little tension built throughout the story, there is nothing to be released at the end. While The Strip may serve as a fantasy session for women who want to imagine being swept up by that perfect guy (even if you have to pay for it) there is very little story to engage the reader.

    The Strip was provided by St. Martin's Press through the LibraryThing Early Reviewers program.

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