Sinners

by Jackie Collins

Overview

Hollywood seems to be all glittering premieres, dazzling movie sets, and fabulous parties, but underneath the glamour and gloss is the seamy, sultry underbelly that Jackie Collins so masterfully exposes in the shocking, passionate world of Sinners!

London-trained actress Sunday Simmons dreams of better acting jobs than the current film she’s in with top leading man Jack Marlin. Her only scene is entirely topless, which makes her feel cheap and exploited. She doesn’t realize, though, that the worst is still ahead. Sunday has become the main object of frustrated limo driver and star stalker Herbert Lincoln Jefferson’s most depraved fantasies. . . and he will stop at nothing to make those fantasies come true.

At one time, actor Charlie Brick was at the top of his game, with women throwing themselves at him—especially those yearning for stardom. Marriage be damned, he took every opportunity presented to cheat. Except now, he pines for his wife, Lorna, who finally had enough and left him taking their two children—then quickly remarried.

Desperate and destroyed, Charlie’s failures spiral him into rampant drug use before meeting starlet Dindi Sydne and marrying her in an alcoholic haze. But what seems like redemption might quickly flip into a painful mid-life reckoning as especially in Hollywood, things are rarely as they seem. . . With everything from sex cults to acid trips in the desert, this fast-paced, page-turning, raucous romp does not disappoint!


“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.” —Winnipeg Free Press


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Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780990844600
Publisher:	Chances, Inc.
Publication date:	01/06/2015
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	571
Sales rank:	575,477
File size:	2 MB

About the Author

There have been many imitators, but only ever one Jackie Collins!

The iconic author has been called a “raunchy moralist” by the late director Louis Malle and “Hollywood’s own Marcel Proust” by Vanity Fair magazine.

With over half a billion copies of her books sold in more than forty countries, and with thirty-one New York Times bestsellers to her credit, she is one of the world’s top-selling novelists.

From glamorous Beverly Hills bedrooms to Hollywood movie studios; from glittering rock concerts in London to the yachts of Russian billionaires, Jackie Collins chronicles the scandalous lives of the rich, famous and infamous from the inside looking out.

“I write about real people in disguise,” she once said. “If anything, my characters are toned down - the truth is much more bizarre!”

Born in in London, England, her first novel, The World is Full of Married Men established Collins as an author who dared to step where no other female writer had gone before. She followed it with one successful title after another, including The Stud and The Bitch, both adapted into films starring her actress sister, Joan Collins. Jackie found her stride when she published Chances, the first installment in a sprawling family saga introducing the strong, sexy and powerful Lucky Santangelo. Soon after came the seminal 80s blockbuster, Hollywood Wives which was adapted into one of ABCs highest rated mini-series. Jackie continued on a wild writing streak, satisfying her devoted readers with hit after hit, including Lady Boss, Hollywood Kids, Poor Little Bitch Girl and The Power Trip among many others. Jackie was a long time supporter of AIDS Project LA, HIV & AIDS research and equality for the LGBT community. She was widely known for writing characters who reflected a whole spectrum of society.

Jackie was awarded an OBE (Order of the British Empire) by the Queen of England in 2013 for her services to literature and charity. When accepting the honor she said to the Queen, “Not bad for a school drop-out” - a revelation capturing her belief that both passion and determination can lead to big dreams coming true!

In addition to her long and lustrous career, Jackie valued her family above all else, including her three daughters and six grandchildren. She wrote every one of her manuscripts by hand, as well as being widely known for her photographic skills, constantly documenting family, friends and her celebrity circle.

Jackie died of breast cancer on September 19th 2015, six years after being given a stage 4 diagnosis, which she chose to keep private until the final weeks of her life. During that time, she continued to write five more books and traveled the world on yearly book tours. In her last interview before her death, Jackie said "I want people to see me as an example of strength - and doing things my way...'"

Jackie Collins was a creative force, a mentor and trailblazer in fiction, and an inspiration to all who knew her, in addition to the millions of readers whose lives she enriched through her novels for decades.

A compelling documentary about Jackie's life and trailblazing career - Lady Boss-The Jackie Collins Story, produced by Academy Award Winning Passion Pictures, CNN Films, BBC Arts & AGC productions - will be released in 2021.

Visit Jackie's website at www.JackieCollins.com to delve into Jackie's world and sign up for the #GetYourJackieCollinsOn newsletter - for book promos, all the latest news on all things Jackie and bonus exclusives!!

Hometown:

Los Angeles, California

Date of Birth:

October 4, 1941

Place of Birth:

London, England

Website:

http://www.jackiecollins.com

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

Herbert Lincoln Jefferson stared disgustedly at his wife Marge. She sprawled on a couch in front of the television, legs apart, displaying fat white thighs, eating an orange so that the juice dribbled down her chin, and holding a beer can from which she took occasional swigs. She was wearing a blue cotton dress which was so tight that it had split under one arm. Her huge bosom hung in a dirty white bra which peeked through the split. A stranger seeing her would have found it hard to judge her age, and perhaps assessed her as ten years older than she was. Actually she was thirty-five.

"I'm going," Herbert announced.

Marge didn't shift her eyes from the TV set. She crammed some more orange into her mouth and mumbled, "O.K., Hon."

Herbert left the faded pink house, one in a row of many faded houses. He kicked viciously at Marge's cat which wandered under his feet, and started the walk to the bus stop. It was early evening and particularly hot. Herbert felt enraged that he had no car. Everyone had a car in Los Angeles. Last week he'd had a beautiful shiny gray Chevrolet, but they had taken it away as he hadn't kept up the payments.

Herbert was of medium height, a thin man, with brown hair and sharp features. He wasn't good-looking, he wasn't ugly, he was just perfectly ordinary-looking. He was the sort of man you never remembered, that is unless he stared at you with his oblique brown eyes, and then suddenly you would get an odd sort of feeling. His eyes were mean and cruel and grabbing.

There was a young Mexican girl at thebus stop in front of him, and he appraised her quickly. Too skinny and too young, but a virgin, he was sure of that. He pressed up against her as they boarded the bus, and she turned around and gave him a startled look. He ignored her and took a seat next to a plump matron, probably some rich movie star's housekeeper. No, if she was, she would have her own car.

There was a musty smell of dried sweat in the bus, and Herbert wrinkled up his nose in disgust. He had taken a shower before coming out. Sometimes he showered four or five times a day. The man he really admired was Tiny Tim, because he had read somewhere that he showered every time he took a leak. Herbert admired such cleanliness.

The plump matron shifted in her seat. She didn't like the pressure of Herbert's leg beside her. But he stared straight ahead with his ordinary face, and she was sure he couldn't be doing it purposely.

The old bag's wearing suspenders, Herbert thought. One of them was digging into him. He moved his arm so that it nudged against the side of her bosom. She squashed nearer to the window, and Herbert stared impassively forward.

At the next stop the woman got out, and Herbert shifted his knees so that she had to squeeze past him He felt the outline of her big buttocks against his knees, and he laughed silently. Old cow, give her a thrill. They all loved a thrill, even the old ones.

He thought lovingly about the letter he had sent to sexy red-headed film star, Angela Carter. He had mailed it the previous evening, and she had probably read it by now. He had managed to get her home address; that was the advantage of the job he was in now. They had a file in the office of most of the film stars' addresses. He was working for a chauffeur service employed by Radiant Productions. It was most important when writing to people that you were surethey would open letter themselves. That was the whole point.

To Angela he had written lovingly in glowing and explicit terms about what he would like to do to her. No detail had been spared and he'd enclosed a small plastic bag into which he had proudly masturbated.

It was one of his better literary efforts, and he hoped that Miss Angela Carter appreciated it.

The bus arrived at his stop and he walked the short distance to the Supreme Chauffeur Company.

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