A luxurious yacht in the Sea of Cortez, a birthday cruise for one of the world's most beautiful women and an invitation no one can refuse. The Power Trip—take it if you dare.
From Hollywood icon and mega-seller Jackie Collins comes a thrilling New York Times bestseller, The Power Trip, set on a state of the art luxury yacht off the coast of Cabo San Lucas. A tropical getaway with a cast of global power-hungry elites turns sour when they find out maybe they don't control as much of the world as they thought . . .
In The Power Trip you will meet Aleksandr Kasianenko, a billionaire Russian oligarch, as he sets sail on The Bianca. You'll meet his sexy supermodel girlfriend, whom The Bianca is named after, and five dynamic, powerful, and famous couples invited on the yacht's maiden voyage: Hammond Patterson, a driven Senator, and his lovely but unhappy wife, Sierra; Cliff Baxter, a charming, never-married movie star, and his ex-waitress girlfriend, Lori; Taye Sherwin, a famous black UK footballer and his interior designer wife, Ashley; Luca Perez, a male Latin singing sensation with his older decadent English boyfriend, Jeromy; and Flynn, a maverick journalist with his Asian renegade female friend, Xuan.
You will also meet Russian mobster, Sergei Zukov, a man with a grudge against Aleksandr. And Sergei's Mexican beauty queen girlfriend, Ina, whose brother, Cruz, is a master pirate with orders to hold The Bianca and its illustrious rota of guests for ransom.
The Power Trip explorers the decadent playgrounds of the super-rich . . . and leaves you hungry for more.
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About the Author
JACKIE COLLINS is the author of twenty-eight New York Times bestselling novels. More than 500 million of her books have sold in more than forty countries. From Hollywood Wives to Lady Boss, from Chances to Poor Little Bitch Girl, Jackie Collins has chronicled the lives of the rich and famous with "devastating accuracy" (Los Angeles Times). She lives in Beverly Hills.
There have been many imitators, but only Jackie Collins (1937-2015) 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 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.” Ms. Collins books include Poor Little Bitch Girl, A Santangelo Story and Drop Dead Beautiful. Jackie Collins was awarded an OBE by Queen Elizabeth II in 2013. She lived in Los Angeles, CA.
Hometown:Los Angeles, California
Date of Birth:October 4, 1941
Place of Birth:London, England
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The Power Trip
By Jackie Collins
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2013 Chances, Inc.
All rights reserved.
The Russian billionaire Aleksandr Kasianenko admired his supermodel girlfriend as she stepped, unabashedly naked, out of the indoor swimming pool in his luxurious Moscow mansion. Her name was Bianca, and she was known across the world.
God, she is a beautiful creature, Aleksandr thought. Beautiful and sleekly feline—she moves like a panther. And in bed she is a wild tigress. I am a very fortunate man.
Bianca was of mixed race: her mother was Cuban, her father black. There was no doubt that Bianca had inherited the best of both her parents' looks.
She'd been raised in New York, was discovered at seventeen, and now, at age twentynine, she was the most sought-after supermodel on the planet. Tall, lean, and agile, with coffee-colored skin, fine features, full natural lips, piercing green eyes, and waist-length glossy black hair, Bianca captivated both men and women. Men found her irresistibly sexy, while women admired her sense of style and raunchy humor, which she exhibited every time she appeared on the late-night talk shows.
Bianca knew how to handle herself in front of the cameras, and she certainly knew how to plug her brand. Over the years, she'd created a mini empire that included a fine-jewelry line, exotic sunglasses, a stunning makeup collection for women of color, and several bestselling scents.
Bianca had mastered the art of the sell, making a fortune doing so. But recently, she'd decided that rather than be a one-woman band who worked hard for her money, she was looking for more. She was looking for a powerful man who would take care of her and parlay the money she'd earned into super-rich status.
Aleksandr Kasianenko was just such a man, because Aleksandr was not only a powerful, super-rich businessman, he was also tough and rugged, with a steely reserve.
Bianca was sick of the long list of pretty boys she'd dated over the years. Movie stars, a clutch of rock stars, a half dozen sports heroes, and a politician or two. None of them had really satisfied her—in bed or out. She'd always been the dominant force in whatever relationship she'd been trapped in. The movie stars were all insecure and fixated on their public image. Rock stars were mostly into drugs and getting fucked up, not to mention totally vain. The sports stars were publicity crazy and never faithful. And as for the politicians—sexually incorrect. All horn and no blow.
Then, at exactly the right time, she'd met Aleksandr. And she'd fallen for his silent strength.
Only one problem.
He was married.
They'd met on Aleksandr's home turf. She was in Moscow doing a cover shoot for Italian Vogue, and since it happened to be her twenty-ninth birthday, the flamboyant photographer, Antonio—an Italian gay man who knew absolutely everyone who was anyone in Moscow—had decided to throw her a massive party.
The party was a blast. Until she was introduced to Aleksandr.
The moment she saw him, he took her breath away with his brooding dark looks and aura of control and power. He was big and strong, and there was something magnetic about him, something incredibly masculine. One look and she was hooked.
He didn't tell her he was married.
She didn't ask.
An hour after their first encounter, they were making fast, ferocious love on the floor in her hotel suite. Their lovemaking was animalistic in its intensity, so overpowering that they'd never made it as far as the bedroom. It was all clothes off and straight at it.
After their night of unbridled passion, they were both swept up and addicted to each other. And so began their steamy affair, an affair that had them meeting all over the world.
Now, after one year, and in spite of Aleksandr's marital status, they were still very much together.
Aleksandr had assured Bianca that he was in the throes of divorcing his wife, but due to several massive business deals that could affect his wife's settlement, it still had not happened. He also had children to consider. Three daughters. "The timing has to be right," he'd informed her. "However, it will happen, and it will happen soon. You have my word."
Bianca believed him. He was separated from his wife, so that was a promising beginning. Still, she couldn't help wanting more. She wanted to be Mrs. Aleksandr Kasianenko, and the less time wasted, the better.
In the meantime, Aleksandr wished to celebrate his love's upcoming thirtieth birthday in a big way. He'd recently taken delivery of a new, luxurious four-hundred-foot super-yacht, and to christen their maiden voyage, he planned on throwing Bianca a once-in-a-lifetime special event she would never forget. The celebrations would include inviting several of their friends on a weeklong cruise to enjoy the best of everything. What could be better?
When he informed Bianca of his plan, she was excited, and immediately started thinking about whom they would invite on this very exclusive trip.
"How many can your new yacht accommodate?" she inquired.
"Many," Aleksandr replied with a dry laugh. "But I feel we should invite only five couples."
"Why only five?" Bianca asked, slightly disappointed.
"It's enough," Aleksandr replied. "You make your list, I make mine. Then we will compare and decide who gets invited."
Bianca grinned. "This is gonna be fun," she said, already planning her list.
"Indeed it will," Aleksandr agreed.CHAPTER 2
Ashley Sherwin stared at her image in the ornate mirror above the vanity for a full ten minutes before her husband, Taye, entered their streamlined bathroom with the marble counters and fancy rock-crystal chandeliers—designed by Jeromy Milton-Gold, one of London's most sought-after interior designers.
"Whatcha lookin' at, toots?" Taye asked cheerfully, taking the opportunity to lean over her shoulder and check out his own image, which was, as usual, totally fine.
"New makeup," Ashley muttered sulkily, annoyed that he'd caught her, wishing she'd locked the door.
Taye had no concept of the word privacy. Well, he wouldn't, would he? He was a superstar footballer used to stripping off and basking in all the glory (not to mention the women) that came his way. Cheap nasty little tarts, ready and willing to chase any famous man. She hated them all.
"Well," Taye said, stretching his arms above his head. "You look hot an' horny."
Ashley had no desire to look hot and horny; her aim was to look like an elegant fashion icon, a fashionista with style to spare. Taye simply didn't get it. He thought he was tossing her a compliment, but as far as she was concerned, it was exactly the opposite.
She sighed. After six years of marriage, Taye still had no clue who the person was that she aspired to be. Didn't he realize that she was no longer the pretty, blond, twenty-two-year-old TV presenter he'd married? She was now the mother to their six-year-old twins, Aimee and Wolf. She was older, more mature. She knew what she wanted, and it was certainly not enough to be known as Taye Sherwin's trophy wife.
They'd gotten married because she was pregnant—never the best of ideas, but better than being knocked up without a husband. And Taye was a major catch. Black and beautiful. A sports hero. A moneymaking machine, what with all his various endorsement deals and superstar status.
They'd met on a TV show she'd been cohosting with Harmony Gee, a former member of the girl group Sweet. Harmony was all over Taye, but it soon became obvious to everyone that he only had eyes for Ashley.
Before long, they were a staple in the U.K. newspapers, billed as the new hot couple. They were even given a nickname by the press: Tashley. It had a ring to it.
Ashley was thrilled; she basked in the attention. For six months she'd been pushed into the background while Harmony scored most of the big interviews, but with all her newfound PR, her bosses at the TV station were suddenly regarding her with new respect, while Harmony was staring at her with daggers in her eyes.
Then Taye had managed to impregnate her, and that was that.
Taye was a superstar in all respects. The moment he found out she was pregnant, he'd insisted they get married. Never mind about his playboy past; Taye was all about doing the right thing. Besides, he loved Ashley. She was perfect for him—a true English peach with her widely spaced blue eyes, flawless skin, long blond hair, and curvy figure.
Taye's mother, Anais, a heavyset Jamaican woman, was not so pleased. "You should be marryin' one of ya own kind," Anais had complained, her accent heavy with disapproval. "This Ashley gal's nothin' but a fancy show pony. She not gonna make ya a satisfyin' wife."
"Your mama's right, son," Taye's dad had agreed. "Ya wanna grab yourself an island woman—more meat on them bones. Juicy dark meat. Delicious!"
The last time Taye's parents had visited Jamaica was forty years ago, so Taye chose to ignore their sage advice. Instead, he forged ahead with elaborate wedding plans.
Ashley's mom, Elise—a faded blonde who worked behind the makeup counter in a department store—was torn. The good news was that Taye was rich and famous. The bad news was that he was black.
Elise tried not to think in a racist way, but, unfortunately, she'd been raised to regard the black race as inferior beings.
Fortunately, Ashley had never harbored any hang-ups about Taye being black. He loved her more than any man ever had; in fact, he kind of worshipped her, which she didn't mind at all. Being worshipped by a very famous man whom every other woman lusted after was quite a kick.
Their lavish marriage made headline news. So did the birth of their twins three months later. Taye bought them all a magnificent house near Hampstead Heath, and everything was well in the world. Except shortly after moving into their new home, Ashley suffered from a bad bout of postpartum depression and refused to go near the twins for the first six months of their lives. This forced Taye to move his parents and Ashley's mother into their house, which turned out to be a most unhappy situation, because the two women soon discovered that they loathed each other—especially when Anais accused the thrice-divorced Elise of making a play for her husband, an accusation Elise hotly denied.
The Sherwin household was not a happy one, with Ashley locked up in the master bedroom refusing to come out, the twins demanding attention day and night, and the mothers-in-law at war.
Taye attempted to keep the peace, but it wasn't easy. And since Ashley shied away from any sexual contact, he was becoming increasingly frustrated, not to mention horny.
So it came to pass that Taye cheated. And as luck would have it, the girl he cheated with (a Page 3 model with outrageous boobs) couldn't wait to run to the tabloids and sell her story for a ridiculous amount of money.
The headlines were relentless:
MY ENDLESS NIGHT OF LUST WITH TAYE SHERWIN
HE'S A STAR IN BED TOO!
IS TASHLEY OVER?
Oh, the humiliation! The fury! The shock that Ashley experienced.
She'd hauled herself out of hiding and confronted her husband in a simmering rage.
His excuses were weak: No sex for months. A depressed wife. Crying babies. Warring mothers-in-law. And a buxom babe throwing herself at him during an aftershave commercial he was shooting.
Taye wasn't made of stone. He'd fallen into those giant tits like a man starved for sustenance. He'd wallowed in them. Then, after wallowing, he'd screwed the random girl, immediately regretted it, and run for his life.
The newspaper story shocked Ashley into action. She'd hurriedly hired two maternity nurses, banished both mothers-in-law to their own homes, and set about getting herself back in shape.
Meanwhile, Taye presented her with a ten-carat diamond ring, assured her his indiscretion would never happen again, paid for the boob job she demanded, and normal life resumed.
Only it wasn't that normal. Ashley forgave; the problem was that she had no intention of ever forgetting.
As the twins grew, Ashley began to think about her future, and what she could do to become more than just another footballer's wife. She'd started by informing Taye that any ads or endorsements he did in the future should include her. He'd agreed. Having rocked the boat once, he was damn sure that he wasn't allowing it to happen again. Ashley meant everything to him, and he wasn't about to risk losing her.
So, ad-wise, they gradually became a team. The Taye and Ashley show. He with the shaved head, muscled body, and killer smile. She with the baby-blue eyes, lush body, amazing boobs, and tumbling blond curls. They got together with the best photographers, and soon created a partnership brand.
Ashley worked hard on her body, toning and tanning, losing any excess fat and gaining muscle, until she looked almost as fit as Taye, only in a womanly way.
She adored her new breasts; they gave her so much more confidence, and Taye loved them too.
Would he ever cheat again?
He'd better not, because if there was a next time, she'd leave him, take the twins, and make his life pure hell.
* * *
Eighteen months previously, Ashley had decided that appearing in ads with Taye was not enough for her—it was time she had her own career. The twins were getting older, and she'd been thinking about doing something that was all hers. Since she'd always fancied herself an interior designer, she'd approached Jeromy Milton-Gold, the designer who'd worked on their house. Jeromy was the older boyfriend of Latin singing star Luca Perez. She'd asked Jeromy if she could be part of his team. Jeromy, who was always looking for ways to up his profile, told her it was a fabulous idea, and that if Taye was prepared to invest in his business, they could definitely work something out.
Ashley went to Taye and asked him to put up some money.
To keep Ashley happy, he'd obliged, in spite of his business manager telling him he was nuts.
Ashley was delighted that Jeromy wanted her to work alongside him.
Before long, there was a new hot show in town. The Ashley and Jeromy show. Interior designers to the stars. Both with famous partners. Both with endless ambition.
It started out as a winning combination. Lately, things had not been so good.
* * *
"Got somethin' to show you," Taye said, waving a large cream envelope in the air.
"What?" Ashley asked, moving away from the mirror and drifting into the bedroom.
"Wouldn't you like t' know," Taye teased, following her.
Taye enjoyed teasing his wife; it gave him a feeling of power. And he was holding power in his hand, for in the envelope with the embossed gold border and exquisite calligraphy was an invitation that, if he knew his wife, she would positively cream over.
"Don't mess about," Ashley said, still slightly irritated.
"Give us a kiss, then," Taye said, putting his arms around her from behind.
"Not now," she said, wriggling out of his grasp.
"What's wrong with you?" Taye complained. "The kids are at me mum's. Nobody's around. It's the perfect time."
"No it's not," Ashley argued. "We're about to go out to dinner, and I don't want to ruin my makeup or my hair."
"I'll make it a quickie," Taye promised.
"Don't be disgusting," Ashley responded. "If we're going to do it, then we should do it in our bed like normal people."
Taye shook his head. Sometimes Ashley acted like a total prude. "Normal" people! What was that all about? Made her sound like her racist mother, whom he barely tolerated.
"I suppose a blow job's out of the question, then?" he ventured, edging closer.
Ashley's look of disapproval informed him that indeed it was.
Whatever happened to the girl he'd married? Free and easy, up for all kinds of sexual adventures. They'd had sex here, there, and everywhere. Now he had to practically plead to get any sex at all. It wasn't right. He still loved her, though; she was his wife, and nothing would ever change that.
"Later?" he asked hopefully.
"We'll see," she responded. "Go get changed, and hurry up. We're meeting Jeromy. He's off to Miami tomorrow, and we can't be late. You know how prompt he always is."
"Jeromy's such a borin' wanker. Do we have to go?"
"Yes, Taye. In case you've forgotten, I work with him, so stop bitching and go get ready."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Billionaire Russian Aleksandr Kasianenko has a yacht built for his girlfriend, Bianca. For the maiden voyage and Biana’s birthday, Alek invites 5 couples to join them. The couples; Senator Hammand Patterson and his wife Sierra; Movie Star Cliff Baxter and girlfriend Lori; UK Footballer Taye Sherwin and his wife Ashley; Latin singing sensation Luca Perez and his boyfriend Jeromy; and Journalist Flynn and his friend Xuan; are all in for a vacation they will never forget. When Russian mobster, Sergei Zukov, finds out that Alek is the one who killed his brother he decides to get revenge. Sergei works with Cruz, a master pirate, in hopes of getting revenge by pirating The Bianca and their guests for ransom. The Power Trip is exactly what I hope for when reading a Jackie Collins book. Although the story was different than her others (which I love), it was just as amazing. There were a lot of characters to get to know at the beginning, but they were easy to keep straight and really easy to get to know. I could instantly decide if I loved or hated each character. The Senator was my hated character. A man who is that two-faced just doesn’t deserve any respect from anyone and Hammand was the most two-faced person I had ever read about. I was torn between my most loved character. I really liked Taye. He put up with a lot of verbal abuse from his wife, but never stepped out or gave up on his family. I also really liked Flynn. He told it exactly as it was. Then when he went into action after the pirates, he showed how amazing he really was. Jackie Collins has outdone herself. I was so caught up in this book and its characters my husband actually asked if I was almost done with it. Jackie knows exactly how far to push the hot and sexy without going too far. Every detail adds just the right touch to the story. The ending was so very unexpected, with loose ends that seem to lead to a possible sequel. This just might be one of my favorite books of 2013. Jackie Collins has shown she has what it takes to still draw in readers. I loved this book and am sure all my friends will read it and love it also.
Typical Jackie Collins, Good Book if you want quick easy reading, and trash! a little sexy(nice) Nothing that you have to think about, great for the beach.
Once again Jackie Collins comes through for me. She has written another good sit down in your best chair, have a BIG cup a coffee and commence to reading. I enjoyed all the characters of this book and needed it be longer only because now I have to wait for her to write another novel. This book is in true Collins form, the characters, plot, twists, you name it, this book has it. No spoilers from this review, just pick it up and enjoy!!!!
Loved loved this book Kathy
I really enjoyed this book. I could not put it down!
Couldn't put it down!
Very dissappointed!! Most of her books keep you and the edge this was so predicatable.l was really looking forward to this one..what a let down
I love Jackie Collins. I read quite a few different authors, but she is my favorite and I have read every one of her books and I look forward to all of her new ones. I hope she has many more to come. ;) ¿
Great beach read!
This is a page turner! I could not put it down. Great book!!
Jackie Collins, never disappoints her readers. Great book!
Great read! Jackie Collins has done it again. The characters endings were a little vague, so i'm sure there will be a sequal.
Great book! 5 star rating.
A Pure Delight! This book has it all - greed, romance, power, intrigue, humor, action, and more. Ms. Collins doesn't disappoint!
Kept your attention and on the edge. Love her style of writing.
picked this up for a summer read thought it would be ok and couldn't put it down !! Fabulous read
Intrigue, suspense, some pretty raunchy sex Glad i dont hang with that crowd.
This was the first book I ever read of Jackie Collins. It was a very good book, Couldn't put it down. I will admit there was a little bit that I couldn't believe was happening but It was a very good book that will keep your interest.
This was my first Jackie Collins book, and it will be my last. Awful, boring, predictable. I am pretty sure she was watching Captain Phillips when she wrote the last half of the book. The only reason I finished this was because it was for a book club.
has my interest, think i'll buy it
Collin's books always promise a racy read. Plenty of interesting characters to keep the pages turning. This book delivers.