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With 200 million copies of her books sold in more than 40 countries, Jackie Collins is one of the world's top-selling writers. In a series of controversial bestsellers, she has blown the lid off Hollywood life and loves. "I write about real people in disguise," she says. "If anything, my characters are toned down -- the truth is much more bizarre."
Jackie's sixteen bestselling novels have never been out of print, and all have been New York Times bestsellers. Now comes Thrill!, a high suspense story of sex, lust, relationships, fame, violence and terror. Her heroine is a beautiful movie star -- classy and untouchable, who hooks up with a handsome stud -- irresistible to women. Then there's her ex-husband. His ex-lovers. A fifteen year old wild child. An obsessed fan. And all the secrets in the world...
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 number one 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 an incredibly beautiful, strong woman, another New York Times number one.
Then 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-awaited 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 television by Jackie, who also executive produced the highly successful six-hour miniseries Lucky/Chances, starring Nicollette Sheridan, Sandra Bullock and Grant Show.
In 1992 she produced and wrote the four-hour miniseries, Lady Boss, which became another huge ratings success for NBC TV. Lady Boss starred Kim Delaney.
Next came American Star, a love story which the L.A. Times described as "classic Collins."
And 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. Vendetta brought back the ever popular Lucky Santangelo. In Vendetta, Lucky faces the biggest challenge of her life when Panther Studios is taken from her by Donna, the dangerous widow of the Santangelos' arch enemy, Santino Bonnatti. Donna plans to destroy Lucky in every way. But Lucky is street-smart and just as ruthless, and so the battle begins...
In her new novel, Thrill!, Jackie has created her signature mix of unputdownable characters. Thrill! is a psychological thriller for the nineties as only Jackie Collins can write it. A roller coaster ride of love, sex and suspense.
Ms. Collins lives in Los Angeles, California. Her hobbies are photography, soul music, and exploring exotic locations so she can write about them later. She is currently working on a new Lucky Santangelo novel, and a weekly T.V. series, Hollywood Dreams. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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 had 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 shudder. His eyes were mean and cruel and grabbing.
There was a young Mexican girl at the bus 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 really 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 an advantage of doing 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 sure they would open the 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 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.
Copyright © 1971 Jackie Collins --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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10 of 11 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Fun, Mindless Fun!,
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This review is from: Sinners (Mass Market Paperback)
How I love Jackie Collins!! These days, there are so many boring, insipid books lurking under the guise of being "deep" or "insightful" - when really they're just high-minded nonsense. Jackie Collins is the antidote.Like all JC books, Sinners isn't about the plot, or the dialogue, or the writing. Sinners is about having fun. Jackie has created a bunch of interesting characters, and then thrown them into a story full of sex, drugs and movie stars!! A completely fun book - not deep, not insightful, not anything remotely high-minded. Sinners is just about enjoying a book - it's like gossiping over coffee.
8 of 9 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
If you like Hollywood smut, this book's for you!,
By A Customer
This review is from: Sinners (Mass Market Paperback)
Overworked? Stressed? Escape to the world of "Sinners" where sex, money, and fame go hand in hand. Written in the 70's, it lacks the "political correctness" of our times, but if you can lighten-up a little and get past the euphemisms... not to mention the thigh-high silver boots and irridescent eye shadow, this one is a real page-turner. Author Jackie Collins, in her unabashed writing style, captures the essence of the Hollywood film industry; the glitz, the glamour, the scandals... and... a sinister dark side
3 of 5 people found the following review helpful:
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I love Jackie Collins,
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I've been a fan of Jackie Collin's work since I was a teenager. I spent many hours reading about love, lust and sex in the trendy show biz world in my youth. This new short novel format gave me enough of a Collins fix without having to stay up all night. I was still able to get to work on time. Enjoy.
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