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  • Mass Market Paperback: 560 pages
  • Publisher: Pocket Books; Reissue edition (August 1, 1987)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0671704591
  • ISBN-13: 978-0671704599
  • Product Dimensions: 0.9 x 4.1 x 6.7 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 8.8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.2 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (32 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #553,134 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

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 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 more than 500 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 www.jackiecollins.com, and follow her on Twitter at www.twitter.com/JackieJCollins, Facebook at www.facebook.com/jackiecollins and Pinterest at www.pinterest.com/jackiejcollins.

 

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Chapter One:

Elaine Conti awoke in her luxurious bed in her luxurious Beverly Hills
mansion, pressed a button to open the electrically controlled drapes, and was
confronted by the sight of a young man clad in a white T-shirt and dirty jeans
pissing a perfect arc into her mosaic-tiled swimming pool.

She struggled to situp, buzzing for Lina, her Mexican maid, and at the same
time flinging on a marahou-trimmed silk robe and pressing her feet into dusty
pink mules.

The young man completed his task, zipped up his jeans, and strolled casually
out of view.

"Lina!" Elaine screamed. "Where are you?"

The maid appeared, inscrutable, calm, oblivious to her mistress's screams.

"There's an intruder out by the pool," Elaine snapped excitedly. "Get Miguel.
Call the police. And make sure all the doors are locked."

Unperturbed, Lina began to collect the debris of clutter frorn Elaine's bedside
table. Dirty Kleenex, a half-finished glass of wine, a rifled box of
chocolates.

"Lina!" Elaine yelled.

"No get excited, senora," the maid said stoically. "No intruder. Just boy
Miguel sent to do pool. Miguel sick. No come this week."

Elaine flushed angrily. "Why the hell didn't you tell me before?" She flung
herself into her bathroom, slamming the door so hard that a framed print sprang
off the wall and crashed to the floor, the glass shattering. Stupid maid.
Dumb-ass woman. It was impossible to get good help anymore. They came. They
went. They did not give a damn if you were raped and ravaged in your own
home.

And this would have to happen while Ross was away on location. Miguel
would never have dared to pretend to be sick if Ross was in town.

Elaine flung off her robe, slipped out of her nightgown, and stepped under the
invigorating sharpness of an ice-cold shower. She gritted her teeth. Cold water
was best for the skin, tightened everything up. And, God knew, even with the
gym and the yoga and the modern-dance class it still all needed tightening.

Not that she was fat. No way. Not a surplus ounce of flesh on her entire body.
Pretty good for thirty-nine years of age.

When I was thirteen I was the fattest girl in school. Etta the Elephant they
called me. And I deserved the nickname. Only how could a kid of thirteen know
about nutrition and diet and exercise and all that stuff? How could a kid of
thirteen help it when Grandma Steinberg stuffed her with cakes and latkes, lox
and bagels, strudel and chicken dumplings?


Elaine smiled grimly. Etta the Elephant, late of the Bronx, had shown them all.
Etta the Elephant, former secretary in New York City, was now slim and svelte.
She was called Elaine Conti, and lived in a six-bedroomed, seven-bathroomed,
goddam Beverly Hills palace. On the flats, too. Not stuck up in the hills or
all the way over in Brentwood. On the flats. Prime real estate.

Etta the Elephant no longer had a sharp nose, mousy hair, gapped teeth,
wire-rimmed glasses, and flat tits.

Over the years she had changed. The nose was now retrousse, cute. A perfect
Brooke Shields, in fact. The mousy hair was a rich brown, cut short and tipped
with golden streaks. Her skin was alabaster white and smooth, thanks to regular
facials. Her teeth were capped. White and even. A credit to Charlie's
Angels.
The unbecoming glasses had long been replaced with soft blue
contact lenses, without them her eyes were slate-gray and she had to squint to
read. Not that she did a lot of reading. Magazines, of course. Vogue,
People, Us.


She skimmed the trades, Variety and The Hollywood Reporter,
concentrating on Army Archerd and Hank Grant. She devoured Women's Wear
Daily
and Beverly Hills People, but was not really into what she
termed hard news. The day Ronald Reagan was elected President was the only day
she gave a passing thought to politics. If Ronald Reagan could do it, how about
Ross?

The tits, while nowhere near the Raquel Welch class, were a perfect 36B, thanks
to the ministrations of her first husband, Dr. John Saltwood. They stuck
defiantly forward; no pull of gravity would ever harm them. And if it
did, well, back to good old Johnny. She had found him in New York, wasting
himself doing plastic surgery for a city hospital. They met at a party and she
recognized a plain lonely man not unlike herself. They married a month later,
and she had her nose and tits fixed within the year. Then she talked him into
going to Beverly Hills and setting up in private practice.

Three years later he was the tit man, and she had divorced him and
become Mrs. Ross Conti. Funny how things worked out.

Ross Conti. Husband. Movie star. First-class shit.

And she should know. After all, they had been married ten long years and it
hadn't all been easy and it wasn't getting any easier and she knew things about
Ross Conti that would curl the toes of the little old ladies who still loved
him because after all he was hitting fifty and his fans were not exactly
teenagers and as each year crept by it was getting more and more difficult and,
God knew, financially things were not as good as they had been and each film
could be his last and . . .

"Senora." Lina hammered on the bathroom door. "The boy, he go now. He want
pay."

Elaine stepped out of the shower. She was outraged. He wanted paying -- for what?
Pissing in her pool?

She wrapped herself in a fluffy terry-cloth robe and opened the bathroom door.
"Tell him," she said grandly, "to piss off. "

Lina stared blankly. "Twenny dollar, Meesus Conti. He do it again in three
day."

Ross Conti swore silently to himself. Jesus H. Christ. What was happening to
him? He couldn't remember his frigging lines. Eight takes and still he was
screwing up.

"Just take it easy, Ross," said the director calmly, placing a condescending
hand on his shoulder.

Some frigging director. Twenty-three if he's a day. Hair hanging down
his back like a witch at Halloween. Levi's so tight the outline of his schlong
is like a frigging beacon.


Ross shook the offending hand off. "T'm taking it easy. It's the crowd -- they
keep distracting me.

"Sure," soothed Chip, signaling to the first assistant. "Calm them down for
chrissakes, they're background -- not auditioning for Chorus Line."

The first assistant nodded, then made an announcement through his
loudspeaker.

"Ready to go again?" asked Chip. Ross nodded, The director tunned to a
suntanned blonde. "Again, Sharon. Sorry, babe."

Ross burned. Sorry, babe. What the little prick really means is sorry, babe,
but we gotta humor this old fart because he used to be the biggest thing in
Hollywood.


Sharon smiled. "Right on, Chip."

Sure. Right on Chip. We'll humor the old schmuck. My mother used to love
him. She saw all his movies. Creamed her panties every time.


"Makeup," Ross demanded, then added, his voice heavy with sarcasm, "That's if
nobody minds."

"Of course not. Anything you want."

Yeah. Anything I want. Because this so-called hotshot needs Ross Conti in
his film. Ross Conti means plenty at the box office. Who would line up to see
Sharon Richman? Who has even heard of her except a couple million television
freaks who tune in to see some schlock program about girl water-ski
instructors? Glossy crap. Sharon Richman -- a hank of hair and a mouthful of
teeth. I wouldn't even screw her if she crawled to my trailer on her hands and
knees and begged for it. Well, maybe if she begged.


The makeup girl attended to his needs. Now, she was all right. She
knew who the star was on this picture. Busily she fussed around him,
blotting out the shine of sweat around his nose with an outsize powder puff,
touching up his eyebrows with a small comb.

He gave her a perfunctory pinch on the ass. She smiled appreciatively. Come
to my trailer later, baby, and I'll show you how to give a star head.


"Right," said Chip the creep. "Are we ready, Ross?"

We are ready, asshole. He nodded.

"Okay. Let's go, then."

The scene began all right. It was a simple bit of business which involved Ross
saying three lines to Sharon's six, then strolling nonchalantly out of shot.
The trouble was Sharon. She stared blankly, making him blow his second line
every time. Bitch. She's doing it purposely. Trying to make me look
bad.


"Jesus H. Christ!" Chip finally exploded. "It's not the fucking soliloquy from
Hamlet."

Right. That's it. Talking to me like some nothing bit player. Ross
turned and stalked from the location without a backward glance.

Chip grimaced at Sharon. "That's what happens when you're dealing with no
talent."

"My mommy used to love him," she simpered.

"Then your mommy is an even bigger moron than her daughter."

She giggled. Chip's insults did not bother her. In bed she had him under
control, and that was where it really mattered.

Elaine Conti drove her pale-blue Mercedes slowly down La Cienega Boulevard. She
drove slowly so as not to spoil her nails, which she had just had done at a
sensational new nail clinic called the Nail Kiss of Life. Wonderful place, they
had wrapped her broken thumbnail so well that even she couldn't tell.
Elaine loved discovering new places; it gave her a tiny shot of power. She
pushed in a Streisand tape and wondered, as she bad wondered countless times
before, why dear Barbra had never had her nose fixed. In a town so dedicated to
the perfect face . . . and God knew she had the money. Still, it certainly had
not harmed her career -- nor her love life, for that matter.

Elaine frowned and thought abo...

More About the Author

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 500 million copies of her books sold in more than 40 countries, and with some twenty-eight 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 infamous! "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.

"The Stud," "The World is Full of Married Men," and "The Bitch" were also filmed -- this time for the big screen. And Jackie wrote an original movie, Yesterday's Hero, starring Ian McShane and Suzanne Somers.

Readers couldn't wait to race through "Lucky," her next book -- a sequel to "Chances" -- and the story of Lucky Santangelo, an incredibly beautiful, strong woman, another New York Times number one. Oprah had one word for the book "Lucky," and that was - "Hot!"

Next came the bad boys of Hollywood in the steamy "Hollywood Husbands" -- a novel which kept everyone guessing the identities of the true-to-life Hollywood characters.

Jackie then wrote "Rock Star" -- the story of three rock superstars and their rise to the top, followed by the long-waited sequel to "Chances" and "Lucky" - "Lady Boss" -- tracking the further adventures of the wild and powerful Lucky Santangelo as she takes control of a Hollywood studio.

Both "Lucky" and "Chances" were written and adapted for NBC television by Jackie, who also executive produced the highly successful six-hour miniseries Lucky/Chances, starring Nicollete Sheridan and Sandra Bullock.

In the nineties, she produced and wrote the four-hour miniseries, Lady Boss, which became another huge ratings success for NBC. Lady Boss starred Kim Delaney.

Next came "American Star," a love story, which the Los Angeles Times described as "classic Collins."

Then the dangerously close to the truth "Hollywood Kids" -- a story of power, sex, danger and ambition among the grown offspring of major celebrities.

In 1996 "Vendetta - Lucky's Revenge" was published -- and became an immediate New York Times bestseller.

And in 1998, Jackie hosted her own daily television show for CBS, Jackie Collins Hollywood. A combination of fun, style and interviews, Jackie talked to everyone from George Clooney to Jennifer Lopez.

After that she wrote "L.A. Connections" -- a four-part serial novel published one per month - "Power," "Obsession," "Murder" and "Revenge."

In 1999 came "Dangerous Kiss" -- the return of Lucky Santangelo in a bestselling novel about relationships, addiction, fear and lust.

In the year 2000, "Lethal Seduction" became the first bestseller for Jackie Collins in the new millennium. This tale of erotic suspense and glamorous intrigue featured Madison Castelli, a character first introduced in the "L.A. Connections" series.

"Hollywood Wives - The New Generation" became a blockbuster bestseller in 2001, following in the footsteps of the original "Hollywood Wives." "Hollywood Wives - The New Generation" featured a brand new cast of characters and a totally fresh perspective on how women pursue power, love, sex, and success in Tinsletown today.

In 2003 Jackie produced the TV movie of Hollywood Wives - The New Generation for CBS. Wives starred Farrah Fawcett, Robin Givens, Jack Scalia and Melissa Gilbert.

In June 2002, New York flash, L.A. trash and a Mafia don meet head-on in "Deadly Embrace." This sexy tale of dangerous passion and suspense features heroine Madison Castelli and is both a prequel and a sequel to her adventures in the bestselling "Lethal Seduction."

In 2003 came another New York Times bestseller, "Hollywood Divorces," the story of three very different women. Followed in 2005 by "Lovers and Players" -- a story of family conflicts, three brothers and their billionaire father, a beautiful heiress, a hip-hop mogul, Russian call girls, illegitimate children and two murders. This all takes place over seven days in New York, and yet again hits the New York Times bestseller list.

"Drop Dead Beautiful -- The Continuing Adventures of Lucky Santangelo" was published in 2007. Lucky came back with a vengeance -- bolder and more beautiful than ever! In "Drop Dead Beautiful" Lucky meets old friends and enemies, and deals with her wild teenage daughter, Max, who is as stubborn and strong as her mom. Lucky plans to return to Las Vegas and build an amazing billion dollar hotel complex. But when she does... the trouble really begins...

Next came "Married Lovers," a powerful look at the ins and outs of marriage in L.A. It's also the story of an under-age Russian girl who becomes involved in the sex trade, and eventually arrives in Hollywood and causes major trouble.

"Poor Little Bitch Girl" followed "Married Lovers," another New York Times bestseller. It is the story of three very different women who all went to high school together. Denver Jones - a twenty-five year old kick ass associate lawyer in L.A. Carolyn Henderson - assistant to a powerful married Senator in Washington. And Annabelle Maestro - daughter of movie star parents, who has carved out a niche for herself as a much in demand New York madame running call girls.

And then there is Bobby Santangelo - Lucky's Kennedyesque hot sexy son, with mucho style, great looks and plenty of money. Everyone wants Bobby...

Throw into this mix a raunchy agent, a sixteen year old gangbanger's girlfriend, an older superstar on the prowl, a lethal murder ... and "Poor Little Bitch Girl" becomes a guilty pleasure for everyone to enjoy.

Jackie's next novel "Goddess of Vengeance," is the continuing adventures of Lucky Santangelo - much beloved by Jackie's legion of readers - who makes a triumphant return in this story of lust, power and revenge set between Los Angeles and Las Vegas. The Daily Mail called "Goddess of Vengeance," "The book of the year." Also returning in "Goddess of Vengeance" are Lucky's gorgeous son, Bobby, with his girlfriend, Denver, and Max, Lucky's wild little teenage daughter. And along for the thrilling ride is Armand Jordan, and to quote Jackie - "Armand is the nastiest villain I have ever created. But he was fun to write!"

And now comes a sexy sun-drenched thriller, "The Power Trip," set on state of the art luxury yacht off the coast of Cabo San Luca. A tropical getaway with a cast of global power brokers and celebrities.

In "The Power Trip" you will meet Aleksandr Kasianenko, a billionaire Russian oligarch, as he sets sail on The Bianca with his sexy supermodel girlfriend, whom The Bianca is named after. Also 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. Take it if you dare...

After "The Power Trip" comes "Confessions of a Wild Child" - the super adventures of Lucky Santangelo as a wild, out-of-control teenager with aspirations to follow in the footsteps of her father, the notorious Gino Santangelo.

Lucky manages to rock everyone's boat as she explores the world of boys, sex and fun.

Jackie recently completed work on a play - "Hollywood Lies," and coming out soon will be "The Lucky Santangelo Cookbook." Jackie is currently writing her next novel, "The Santangelos," and is also working on a memoir, "Reform School or Hollywood," and a coffee table book "Hollywood Snaps," filled with celebrity photos she has taken over the years.

Jackie lives in L.A. and refers to herself as a popular culture junkie and TV addict. Her hobbies are music - everything from soul to rap, taking photographs and visiting exotic locations so that she can write about them later.

Jackie firmly believes that the truth is always much stranger than fiction

Customer Reviews

Very funny in some parts.
NISE
Normally, I don't give a Collins novel more than three stars, but this one was just too good to rate below four stars.
Avid Reader
It was a true love story.
Stephanie

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13 of 14 people found the following review helpful By A Customer on July 11, 2001
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I have a degree in English literature, so I've read volumes and volumes of the best pieces of English litererature from the past 400 years. This juicy little novel by Jackie Collins ranks as one of my all-time favorites. While some may critics dismiss it as mere trash, you cannot deny the fascinating character portrayals and unexpected back stories that reminded me of Dickens at his best. The author masterfully weaves various storylines together, culminating in a nailbiting conclusion, and she does it all with a tongue in cheek tone. I hope time is kind to this book, because it deserves a place in literary history.
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful By Avid Reader VINE VOICE on November 27, 2004
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Of all of Jackie Collins' novels, Hollywood Wives ranks as one of her most successful and shocking Hollywood novels. This was the first Jackie Collins novel I ever read; in fact, I came across it at my local library by accident. From the very first page I was hooked, and to be honest I loved all the sex, drugs, and Hollywood shenanigans. Collins really blew the lid off of what it was like to be a "Hollywood wife": affairs, drugs, plastic surgery, pregnancies, glitz, glamor, and a hell of a lotta fun. Normally, I don't give a Collins novel more than three stars, but this one was just too good to rate below four stars. If you're looking for great escapism and a peek into what Hollywood was, still is, like then Hollywood Wives is a must read. The mini-series based on the novel wasn't too bad, either.
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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful By Edward Aycock on January 18, 2006
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Jackie Collins novels are the sugar cereal of the book set. Sure, the whole grain, all natural cereals are better for you and are in themselves pretty tasty but once in a while you need a box of sugary, artifically flavored cereal and should feel no guilt about it.

Hollywood Wives is an absorbing novel about the intersecting lives of a number of people. Is it realistic? Maybe not, but it certainly isn't boring. The book was originally released in 1983 (and even despite that, it has a very late 70's vibe of free loves and drugs without much thought of the consequences), and while the fashion choices seem funny by today's standards, most of the book could take place in the present.

If this book had been in less capable hands, it probably wouldn't have been as much fun; Collins has a way of throwing out a ridiculous situation in a very believable manner as well as delivering a series of minor detonations throughout the text before the main reveal, and I eagerly awaited to see when all hell would break loose. And while Collins' writing style is not up to that of say Stephen King or Richard Russo, she is heads above Dan Brown and James Patterson.

Great fun.
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5 of 6 people found the following review helpful By Camille Y. Hardaway on April 10, 2001
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This was the first Jackie Collins book I had ever read. It was a WONDERFUL adventure. Jackie introduces you to characters that will undoubtedly feel like close friends when you've completed the story. Her story flows at a very good pace to always keep you surprised. She finds ways to interject humor to keep her characters in a very "human" light.
At first, I was skeptical when presented this book; however, now I am a TRUE fan and have read over a dozen Jackie Collins' novels. It's a WONDERFUL ESCAPE............
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful A Kid's Review on December 11, 2005
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Historically, this was Jackie Collin's fourth novel (the bestselling "The World is Full of Married Men", "The Stud" and "The Bitch" having preceded it) and is, to date, her most successful, selling 15 million copies.

Having invented the "Hollywood" novel, Collins is at the top of her raunchy game with this thrilling tale of sex, drugs, money, revenge, ambition, sex, marriage, crime, hate, sex, family, entertainment, desperation and, of course, sex.

Featuring:

Elaine Conti-A Brooklyn babe turned Hollywood hostess, desperate to stay at the top with a marriage crumbling beneath her.

Ross Conti-A Hollywood star burning out, hitting 50 without a viable career in a town that has little pity.

Niel Gray-An alcoholic, top director caught in a seductive web.

Buddy Hudson-A Los Angeles hustler with ambitions of hitting it big and having it all, regardless of his past life and his wife.

Montana Gray-A woman determined to break the glass ceiling of Hollywood studios.

And a litany of other showstopping characters, all contributing another facet to the brilliant diamond that is "Hollywood Wives"
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By ashley aten on September 4, 2003
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I am an avid Danielle Steel reader, but I heard that Jackie Collins was a good writer, so I decided that I would give her a try, and I was NOT disapointed! It was such a good story, and it wasn't what i was used to, but it was great.
The book revolves around a bunch of different characters, and you feel like you know who the people are. You really connect with them.
First there is Elaine and Ross Conti, Ross is a movie star, that is getting older, and is afraid of loosing his career.
Then there is Buddy and Angel Hudson, Buddy aspirering star, and his new pregnant wife.
Then Maralee Gray, divoriced from producer Neil Gray, and Neil is remarried to a woman named Montana, writer of street people, the new movie.
It revolves around a man named Deke ANdrews and his troubled life, and you wont beleive what happens in the end
It is most surprizing. I loved it. I will be reading Jackie more often! i Love her !
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