The A-List Collection: Hollywood Sinners / Wicked Ambition / Temptation Island
Victoria Fox
Three seductively scandalous stories from Victoria FoxHollywood SinnersPOWERMarriage to Hollywood heartthrob Cole Steel secured Lana Falcon her glittering place on the red carpet. Desperately running from her wicked past, has she trapped herself in a gilded cage?REVENGEKate diLaurentis’s marriage is fading as quickly as her looks. But it’s her husband’s affair with Hollywood’s hottest starlet that pushes Kate over the edge. It’s payback time!LUSTEnglish rose Chloe French has captured a million hearts with her innocence, but rock star Nate is a dangerous, dark temptation - will lust destroy her?GREEDLas Vegas King, Robert St Louis’s fairytale wedding to Sin City’s richest heiress is tabloid gold… But scandal circles like a vulture - dirty secrets are about to be exposed!Sexy. Sensational…Sinfully good.‘Jackie Collins for the modern gal’ – GraziaWicked Ambition SUCCESS. SCANDAL. SHAME.Some people will do anything for fame. Some will do anything to bring the famous down. One glittering superstar thinks she has it all. She’s the envy of every woman, the hopeless fantasy of every man and has all the luxury money can buy.But behind the dazzling LA spotlight lies a hidden shadow – for no amount of money can conceal past sins forever…Temptation IslandWELCOME TO PARADISE Only the rich are invited…only the strongest survive Fame. Money. Success.Lori wants them, Aurora is being destroyed by them and Stevie’s got them at her best friend’s expense. These three women are drawn unwittingly to the shores of Temptation Island, all looking for their own truth.But they discover a secret so shocking, there’s no turning back. It’s wicked, it’s sensational. Are you ready to be told?But the glittering waters drown dark secrets. The island promises the one thing money can’t buy – and the price is devastating…
The A-List Collection
Hollywood Sinners
Wicked Ambition
Temptation Island
Victoria Fox
Table of Contents
Cover (#u069efb48-b443-53c6-96f6-ce5996e72697)
Title Page (#uc633a650-4cd6-5eaf-b620-22e0aa497ef0)
Hollywood Sinners
About the Author (#ulink_a47e41a5-f5f0-534b-9121-39d37c6be8c3)
Acknowledgements (#ulink_67009c15-5aba-5b5f-9354-f2046ba3dfd4)
Dedication (#uf9cee365-8182-506f-b86e-856a3a21bb5c)
Prologue (#ulink_34f19352-2c1b-5f96-9b59-659b2aefc4e4)
Part One (#ulink_2a2be476-3371-5ebf-a0b0-62ba1991e83c)
Chapter One (#ulink_887650e8-f28a-5f1c-a49c-70c4815e6ddc)
Chapter Two (#ulink_718b2c9e-ee3d-56fd-8412-05074f8c372b)
Chapter Three (#ulink_bcde27db-c54d-56eb-97e0-b5254b560eed)
Chapter Four (#ulink_f8c8c561-a292-58c3-a9a5-0669c7589459)
Chapter Five (#ulink_ba154638-abde-5fff-8b22-860fcdf7b595)
Chapter Six (#ulink_ff7d3aad-4861-59e7-accd-4266ffd9369b)
Chapter Seven (#ulink_6bc2b87b-f26e-542f-b439-1e31e6e56af2)
Chapter Eight (#ulink_d2f92556-d013-51a0-9163-7bce62186e7e)
Chapter Nine (#ulink_551d54ff-3eff-567d-b1b0-691344b1bbaa)
Chapter Ten (#ulink_3525ff6d-5975-5133-bc32-6f9dacdbeb80)
Chapter Eleven (#ulink_426ab721-3346-5cfe-9c13-885ba8b6432a)
Chapter Twelve (#ulink_66f5e733-6b0b-5761-89e3-a2fc6db9cde3)
Chapter Thirteen (#ulink_950ce870-54d5-59da-9842-72bcb0ccfc6c)
Chapter Fourteen (#ulink_22bdfdb1-d97e-5aa2-ad12-ed27ccb192d0)
Chapter Fifteen (#ulink_0b59cb7d-efac-54ad-ac4f-2428bae05861)
Chapter Sixteen (#ulink_c9f6a069-258b-5b12-99d6-811a72d58165)
Chapter Seventeen (#ulink_b978f293-155b-5061-bc2b-c9b89ce1e025)
Chapter Eighteen (#ulink_29a4338b-eeb4-5ddf-a80a-67878f8c7cab)
Chapter Nineteen (#ulink_da350964-7191-565d-8299-81338fbdf433)
Chapter Twenty (#ulink_59416f4e-2273-5d42-8e72-bd83a9be750c)
Chapter Twenty-One (#ulink_b262cabb-fe0e-50c8-a5c3-4d5d39b5e5d6)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#ulink_ebda19ae-2223-5552-8257-39310b02112b)
Part Two (#ulink_9a012965-14b1-52df-9325-0ba9bdb81283)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#ulink_1ccc9fb3-6a13-588e-8ccf-dfd292e477ae)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#ulink_990030ad-dd3d-53b7-8088-5ee4ffe5a5ee)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#ulink_ed22fe83-d6f3-5e8d-938b-07787d1fc644)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#ulink_02e8141b-aba4-5a8a-8f13-dd81ca56f069)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (#ulink_ba8a445d-a477-542e-994c-26373c63e278)
Chapter Twenty-Eight (#ulink_f4769e4c-274f-5ef0-b7ff-8c9579c7961d)
Chapter Twenty-Nine (#ulink_e6da479e-a49d-5b62-ae2a-db6d7bf316ad)
Chapter Thirty (#ulink_4d5bc3f5-a47c-55e9-bad0-8f99eb9ab887)
Chapter Thirty-One (#ulink_191337a1-7e03-5384-8011-742f35dde334)
Chapter Thirty-Two (#ulink_9a06b32a-4283-5bb0-8aa0-58c29c3fbf0d)
Chapter Thirty-Three (#ulink_1872974e-44f1-5c78-930f-da609962fea8)
Chapter Thirty-Four (#ulink_873dfb8d-221b-5eed-970e-a7c18bdb9233)
Chapter Thirty-Five (#ulink_0c16bed6-d8fc-508f-a43f-9c84789295a0)
Chapter Thirty-Six (#ulink_65b07676-ed20-5003-adfd-8d3d0449b7bd)
Chapter Thirty-Seven (#ulink_fd27924b-0819-590d-ad29-bfc66b8e4c5c)
Chapter Thirty-Eight (#ulink_340bf4f9-446d-5a69-aa8e-c7fce39c09fb)
Chapter Thirty-Nine (#ulink_912f8bd9-0edc-56c3-880a-e8052650f0c1)
Chapter Forty (#ulink_d6db5d58-5651-537c-a863-ec28ec2dba3a)
Chapter Forty-One (#ulink_73940281-a48c-5c71-85b4-38772e61e3be)
Chapter Forty-Two (#ulink_db4ac433-587e-572a-ba5b-fd44b07ca6c5)
Chapter Forty-Three (#ulink_208496df-3288-510e-baa2-7395d4566edb)
Chapter Forty-Four (#ulink_1d7bd19b-dc61-5d67-91c6-9970c6515d7e)
Chapter Forty-Five (#ulink_9febfce5-e47d-55f9-9842-571e9c9f2600)
Chapter Forty-Six (#ulink_0d15799a-a6ec-57d0-9e74-4d95fc14a39f)
Chapter Forty-Seven (#ulink_a9d71509-1dc1-55b5-b477-35af765c6124)
Chapter Forty-Eight (#ulink_11bf20c6-cfdb-541c-8cc1-14816e28fabb)
Chapter Forty-Nine (#ulink_6efca925-0710-5218-8cb2-bdb37ad57fd9)
Part Three (#ulink_e70edba3-c7d8-52a8-ad8d-5a774949ef77)
Chapter Fifty (#ulink_6814f212-7097-53ef-befd-078fbc22f5e5)
Chapter Fifty-One (#ulink_989be660-4808-5949-8ed3-af7fdf2e80f0)
Chapter Fifty-Two (#ulink_6414e775-e5e2-5d35-85a0-05d8cb9b6d1a)
Chapter Fifty-Three (#ulink_ea0b416f-f5c8-5ad7-bd38-bba2b6a8c0eb)
Chapter Fifty-Four (#ulink_8b07e80b-30f3-5a0b-8c25-ff851e0c9b18)
Chapter Fifty-Five (#ulink_9f27076c-fa08-5eb3-a1ee-485b7f633053)
Chapter Fifty-Six (#ulink_e0479db7-fd5e-5205-9254-dd9a72a3a655)
Chapter Fifty-Seven (#ulink_776dc19f-e345-524f-bb54-2cb97aa6bb47)
Chapter Fifty-Eight (#ulink_99ec8893-c57b-5325-a7b1-9ab04ce0c866)
Chapter Fifty-Nine (#ulink_e4975605-5460-5aab-b3a8-3785dc47b913)
Chapter Sixty (#ulink_e3feaa3e-0f94-592a-80cd-e7722fbc071a)
Chapter Sixty-One (#ulink_8991bd74-4817-575a-8c5a-f54207e84e2b)
Chapter Sixty-Two (#ulink_c8fbb3d0-913c-5025-b41b-8518a0f5b9a3)
Chapter Sixty-Three (#ulink_cb1d4377-27a6-5a49-bc58-efe1915b0b37)
Chapter Sixty-Four (#ulink_f1d31546-e386-5352-b43d-1f726772f435)
Chapter Sixty-Five (#ulink_cd369c67-6ca3-59a9-843d-1f1d03e51a52)
Chapter Sixty-Six (#ulink_66160b2a-014c-5996-9ecf-c6c7d8f0040b)
Chapter Sixty-Seven (#ulink_05c54034-c914-50bd-8825-4bcce4ea1240)
Chapter Sixty-Eight (#ulink_e1f74bd5-2aff-5162-9fe0-c87cdb004a9e)
Chapter Sixty-Nine (#ulink_022f29cc-36a4-5788-a5fc-202df721082e)
Chapter Seventy (#ulink_398b18c4-29f4-5b80-a1c9-3b14da081a61)
Chapter Seventy-One (#ulink_9919d6b2-1b09-5267-9841-09d5d557f345)
Chapter Seventy-Two (#ulink_7e7ae1d6-b030-55b3-ab84-6eb9e79a3de1)
Chapter Seventy-Three (#ulink_245d40e9-3887-519a-8e30-885a20604062)
Chapter Seventy-Four (#ulink_658a2f99-0459-57c1-9ad7-a4b9b44b10cc)
Chapter Seventy-Five (#ulink_c8aa1691-4981-57cc-835e-05ae5376a85f)
Chapter Seventy-Six (#ulink_9b41d295-8fe5-5a2b-8257-4e9b9e6f00f5)
Chapter Seventy-Seven (#ulink_5f7b75b3-7f0e-5dc7-a2c2-ae6af4bb9d84)
Chapter Seventy-Eight (#ulink_ef93f05b-a93c-55fd-a49c-1710824394e0)
Chapter Seventy-Nine (#ulink_87355b89-d782-52f9-9d8d-733516b551d6)
Chapter Eighty (#ulink_8cb30327-b53c-56d1-be38-af8ad8507805)
Chapter Eighty-One (#ulink_1ffe5e51-82eb-52b3-8851-ea3f1a440f19)
Chapter Eighty-Two (#ulink_616a92e6-e12c-5441-87cc-9ef6a1e66fd4)
Chapter Eighty-Three (#ulink_cef30e69-a2b1-5ff8-9748-52bba8254189)
Chapter Eighty-Four (#ulink_d190bc54-0ec0-588b-aa97-3a67725d074c)
Part Four (#ulink_48a43f69-bf28-5363-8d98-1c468c3827fd)
Chapter Eighty-Five (#ulink_1c722139-3235-582c-9c4a-89a65350efd2)
Chapter Eighty-Six (#ulink_f3b6c68e-fe9d-5c32-a316-c1ee2c93e6b9)
Chapter Eighty-Seven (#ulink_58ca2ca9-1574-5d49-9cdd-5496337c5b97)
Chapter Eighty-Eight (#ulink_70fe08c2-f64e-5787-81da-1c2f3cfac7e0)
Chapter Eighty-Nine (#ulink_3d34e9ae-cf99-5f1e-9d23-f44cc5c12448)
Chapter Ninety (#ulink_d3a7cbbb-795c-5847-b5ed-2cc3020016fc)
Chapter Ninety-One (#ulink_87e6a46e-9f64-58b7-a7e7-7576878a6881)
Chapter Ninety-Two (#ulink_89475f53-5755-5004-a5b3-5130d18fa80d)
Chapter Ninety-Three (#ulink_249eb6f5-ab28-54ed-b573-9d25da27b83e)
Chapter Ninety-Four (#ulink_d0e80857-47e7-52fa-872a-8f8377a12616)
Chapter Ninety-Five (#ulink_7428dc77-7d79-5f77-b719-bb6961952231)
Chapter Ninety-Six (#ulink_e81b337d-2c15-5ec8-92fd-b77ba3459f56)
Chapter Ninety-Seven (#ulink_25ac889f-5ece-56da-bb82-c7a7dbdae72a)
Chapter Ninety-Eight (#ulink_7ea563e6-d13f-5e1c-82b1-2d7d34387b5d)
Chapter Ninety-Nine (#ulink_aa89cc45-6998-5dae-ba82-4f9daa79067b)
Chapter Hundred (#ulink_45c1eaa1-87a9-55cd-bdd5-98901bdc8862)
Epilogue (#ulink_48bb9fcc-c70d-5f38-9ab5-bd2cf508f84b)
Read all about it… (#ulink_f39ad1d1-2d49-5203-9250-aa518c6990c3)
More about this Book (#ulink_f4fb44d4-3d3d-5e55-9e4d-c32dac4faa7d)
Questions For Your Reading Group
Inspiration (#ulink_6d32f26e-a68e-54c9-84f6-233da8688456)
More about the Author (#ulink_d86a47a9-a6d6-5890-bc3f-9f7fb9ff1e98)
Why I Write
Q&A On Writing (#ulink_12420657-2704-591a-a3b5-2179bcef48da)
A Writer’S Life (#ulink_2dca8a49-aa83-5ec2-8e45-ea618b506e61)
A day in the life (#ulink_3af122a4-73a6-5a2e-8440-bf1321a0f9ac)
My Top Ten Books (#ulink_8097cd5e-0320-5945-b42a-0cdfac1d5fc3)
Wicked Ambition
Praise for Victoria Fox
Dedication (#u630ba1d8-5398-51cc-b6a7-4bd346818486)
Acknowledgements (#ulink_222df876-c8cc-55fa-8087-47ffa62859fe)
Prologue (#ulink_b6c3fe59-1060-581c-a21d-e309c72f51a2)
Part 1: One year earlier
Chapter One (#ulink_7c50fc3d-3638-5b0c-a0c7-7d738c14c5d4)
Chapter Two (#ulink_b777560d-5f50-57e6-a195-61ee37ef1a21)
Chapter Three (#ulink_05788ed2-421a-53e9-a580-78b2f6329e32)
Chapter Four (#ulink_813a33b4-e8ad-5cbd-9e4c-fa542504f613)
Chapter Five (#ulink_075e1bd5-6bf8-5614-a220-3addb16da694)
Chapter Six (#ulink_01a6ed97-3a5d-577d-a77f-afe8a0bc5c83)
Chapter Seven (#ulink_62be2138-fc2d-5b08-8141-cbb645840172)
Chapter Eight (#ulink_50ed4b39-3fb8-51fe-a867-72dac2165607)
Chapter Nine (#ulink_90aca49b-5de6-5e2d-ab44-877c9a27d0fd)
Chapter Ten (#ulink_649fa166-7e53-5bf1-be16-5346c601473e)
Chapter Eleven (#ulink_387e9f62-023c-544d-8ae4-78ebc7b423dd)
Chapter Twelve (#ulink_d3cc9eda-c0f7-5697-ac92-6339319944fc)
Chapter Thirteen (#ulink_b47831b1-3d35-5ef3-b3c5-f3f7770fab85)
Chapter Fourteen (#ulink_66a7ce9f-a8fb-5c33-8c3e-9e915f7e38d8)
Chapter Fifteen (#ulink_d85db85f-c777-5cff-bca4-8f41c6466231)
Chapter Sixteen (#ulink_98536f3c-1ddc-5071-9f6f-d1aee2db0e5a)
Chapter Seventeen (#ulink_b152cc93-043b-59bf-a338-9e7f2e26f70f)
Chapter Eighteen (#ulink_cc8f6b5e-5b76-5ea0-afff-48f5dce6eaa5)
Chapter Nineteen (#ulink_73a463b6-55fd-5dff-a39f-84fcebaf20a0)
Part 2
Chapter Twenty (#ulink_ef522c18-c45a-53e5-b900-b223de539ab8)
Chapter Twenty-One (#ulink_50e69cc9-e5e5-5397-ad06-7be0dd130844)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#ulink_1765c520-3b72-5edb-bbc5-9dc497cf014f)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#ulink_35db55ee-93bd-5c4b-b96a-047c7529c164)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#ulink_eac843d7-80bd-58a4-85ed-7dd15942174e)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#ulink_bcf73ee6-8d0c-53d3-9370-c8a41d7714d5)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#ulink_9a9e98cf-c1d1-5e3e-8172-7e1ddb2a796c)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (#ulink_a81c3334-5684-57de-8acb-0f5b77a7ca6a)
Chapter Twenty-Eight (#ulink_b6891d8a-441e-5cb0-8d08-a33b0718226b)
Chapter Twenty-Nine (#ulink_341f1a44-842b-5955-abc7-c7549b6f43de)
Chapter Thirty (#ulink_4c386d00-cb5b-57a0-846d-997b03739fec)
Chapter Thirty-One (#ulink_f41bfe11-4052-5cd2-a407-75bf7bb0e657)
Chapter Thirty-Two (#ulink_7dd1375b-201d-58ab-8f42-1f54c9176c5b)
Chapter Thirty-Three (#ulink_affa5b92-09b3-58cb-8de2-31e31f08d252)
Chapter Thirty-Four (#ulink_eb736689-2e55-5d33-935c-5dfd3784daf0)
Chapter Thirty-Five (#ulink_acc0268f-e954-52e0-a5d7-84046de4a6fc)
Chapter Thirty-Six (#ulink_4361327e-8858-5dc2-8993-afd53da76033)
Chapter Thirty-Seven (#ulink_e9e784a0-06e8-55fa-98e1-3d130dc7dd43)
Chapter Thirty-Eight (#ulink_1e5c792e-2734-5db5-90b1-4970cb366023)
Chapter Thirty-Nine (#ulink_36e12955-a592-5eeb-ab0c-8df0142ebfa5)
Chapter Forty (#ulink_09be589d-e88d-5d55-a6d5-2bb4e65b5ad9)
Chapter Forty-One (#ulink_33e15f61-4ff7-5de5-b9ff-da02f0582f6f)
Chapter Forty-Two (#ulink_3bbcb256-8ce4-5568-9e13-190ce5b6dfe7)
Part 3
Chapter Forty-Three (#ulink_c0ab3ce5-2f45-5aab-9c6f-5acfdad7af36)
Chapter Forty-Four (#ulink_b90cac0a-f2ab-5020-b593-1e05ca45227c)
Chapter Forty-Five (#ulink_7ffffb9d-af14-5c4d-9997-e44a7fcbb591)
Chapter Forty-Six (#ulink_04bf014d-8b21-597b-9b67-e1c69c5ff3f1)
Chapter Forty-Seven (#ulink_831e6515-0ed2-56b7-b41e-03c16c378766)
Chapter Forty-Eight (#ulink_a94068c1-58f1-559c-b4a3-b1c6e4a17025)
Chapter Forty-Nine (#ulink_2d50ace4-7a8d-5529-a701-21b5631cd27a)
Chapter Fifty (#ulink_49b37b79-7f4e-5076-b2a4-e6a421177f2d)
Chapter Fifty-One (#ulink_f7ba6216-1ed7-54df-bd22-b7ac495dab43)
Chapter Fifty-Two (#ulink_b9efd3fd-6675-551c-9c32-1d52e0d2495d)
Chapter Fifty-Three (#ulink_d7172821-a91e-50a5-829d-6b92e57e1f64)
Chapter Fifty-Four (#ulink_a9f35912-106b-571b-836e-563737a6cdb1)
Chapter Fifty-Five (#ulink_e0fb4329-c8c0-543e-a312-69f14839e631)
Chapter Fifty-Six (#ulink_69c1247a-594b-5e95-8d65-b82abacee01b)
Chapter Fifty-Seven (#ulink_b2ce542a-c020-5545-87aa-f2769613d815)
Chapter Fifty-Eight (#ulink_b9b6c6d6-6cec-55c2-9e81-dd78cc723d96)
Chapter Fifty-Nine (#ulink_77188f4b-90ce-50fe-99fb-ad39ca1504d6)
Chapter Sixty (#ulink_fa7f6df5-ec02-5be7-bb79-9970ed8710c1)
Chapter Sixty-One (#ulink_3891fdd5-6a21-5649-9e93-d327c3a87a97)
Chapter Sixty-Two (#ulink_b23e021c-3e7d-5d1d-8167-327a70bc8f10)
Chapter Sixty-Three (#ulink_74240253-71ba-5ece-bfbf-aa022675e78c)
Chapter Sixty-Four (#ulink_ff1bd22a-8b3f-5bc5-9b40-7af2b6c2f435)
Part 4
Chapter Sixty-Five (#ulink_a402f18b-3f44-5052-933a-5697fda92eb7)
Chapter Sixty-Six (#ulink_370fc2fc-0734-5caa-a1df-091c78b2e69a)
Chapter Sixty-Seven (#ulink_65ce3ae0-4c28-5ff7-92e1-9a4d81293ae5)
Chapter Sixty-Eight (#ulink_97df4fca-2bc0-5a87-a8c1-f547ee8acef0)
Chapter Sixty-Nine (#ulink_922cba05-77ac-5713-a281-5dce340e8bd9)
Chapter Seventy (#ulink_f1e4c371-b917-5453-9383-6988356dfdd5)
Chapter Seventy-One (#ulink_3b1299f2-925d-5d5b-833b-178c41f3ef6b)
Chapter Seventy-Two (#ulink_1926aabb-c032-5d0e-a276-bf97a753fe1f)
Chapter Seventy-Three (#ulink_ca95564a-1bc1-509f-9450-9f4ef5835ad9)
Chapter Seventy-Four (#ulink_dfa28561-ab5c-53dc-8934-7d6a16d1130f)
Chapter Seventy-Five (#ulink_97281a52-4b0b-5697-b124-fdb1cdb481c4)
Chapter Seventy-Six (#ulink_f51deb6e-e071-55e2-aec3-f47212b60139)
Chapter Seventy-Seven (#ulink_c325ffd2-6f8a-5d62-ba1e-86393d056fb5)
Chapter Seventy-Eight (#ulink_f91a3870-5278-5616-a846-801def15f2e3)
Chapter Seventy-Nine (#ulink_8266321e-9546-510a-b2d7-63ed41c6c3e8)
Chapter Eighty (#ulink_71a35bb7-eba6-57a2-93b8-61b92c1c52a5)
Chapter Eighty-One (#ulink_0990dc78-cdd2-579c-bb8c-f4988040d9d8)
Chapter Eighty-Two (#ulink_02253158-3446-5360-824c-a8202f157037)
Chapter Eighty-Three (#ulink_73b50666-e256-5020-a8aa-85f5d102cea0)
Chapter Eighty-Four (#ulink_c729b1e8-a8a5-51ea-a288-6960f0b37b6a)
Chapter Eighty-Five (#ulink_261427f6-1cdc-58fc-9561-e9f30a0c9270)
Chapter Eighty-Six (#ulink_d62e2910-23d7-5dc8-b24b-19779ca5334a)
Chapter Eighty-Seven (#ulink_5c10abb2-fabe-5469-b554-b3cfa4efdf2b)
Chapter Eighty-Eight (#ulink_a6732f86-f345-5adb-a71e-7362da60aa56)
Chapter Eighty-Nine (#ulink_aca6579b-3ee7-51bc-9cc9-29c22c5668d7)
Chapter Ninety (#ulink_b39a3e2d-d92f-588a-ac57-e29763aef167)
Chapter Ninety-One (#ulink_99bc1845-32cc-5f85-b75d-9343112d732a)
Chapter Ninety-Two (#ulink_76ece2e9-2170-5027-b9de-340aa455c59e)
Epilogue (#ulink_1ee86c58-7b83-5df0-93b9-873915a35827)
Temptation Island
Praise
Dedication (#u291bec46-6675-5ccc-9b4b-65743b927b2a)
Acknowledgements
Prologue: I (#ulink_c6119955-b9da-5293-8735-4b00760d15e0)
Prologue: II (#ulink_e250e18e-8858-578e-b87d-f18b00ec5973)
Book: One
Chapter One: Lori (#ulink_76c4f73a-e689-5548-8a62-99733d466416)
Chapter Two: Aurora (#ulink_0b67a700-2fb1-5713-b66d-07fa5cb5af1f)
Chapter Three: Stevie (#ulink_5a6ecfbb-2190-5718-9130-81a458b4443a)
Chapter Four: Lori (#ulink_953a6764-4b71-51b2-ba99-56f52be3fa3e)
Chapter Five: Aurora (#ulink_543be57e-86d8-5f57-8300-dc5bb00a3e9a)
Chapter Six: Stevie (#ulink_c1182a89-eb35-554a-9b8c-86a7cb982e31)
Chapter Seven: Lori (#ulink_e59cbdcc-51d4-568f-96e9-01e98cfdbd37)
Chapter Eight: Aurora (#ulink_161356b1-e212-50ae-b5ee-695ccb6ef1f3)
Chapter Nine: Stevie (#ulink_3fc82a0c-7ee1-5ff3-81ac-3e011d57cbfe)
Chapter Ten: Lori (#ulink_c2f78c8d-4d05-5414-8047-f641d962aeb0)
Chapter Eleven: Aurora (#ulink_7e354134-f3db-57ea-bd0a-5d9369cbef35)
Chapter Twelve: Stevie (#ulink_6b3b1ced-8cd9-55ee-9697-ae3455a57def)
Chapter Thirteen: Lori (#ulink_a628dca4-57eb-5d20-8e24-01640521a230)
Chapter Fourteen (#ulink_75bd1584-ad72-5e95-9839-9fd5a0b510b0)
Book: Two
Chapter Fifteen: Lori (#ulink_7988fba4-a301-58a8-9f55-9732134a7f05)
Chapter Sixteen: Aurora (#ulink_65241489-6907-550f-b57a-91ec6243b2fe)
Chapter Seventeen: Stevie (#ulink_be4e08a2-5a62-5cea-95d7-8ee40ba51c30)
Chapter Eighteen: Lori (#ulink_6e7cd623-7147-55f3-9692-1846b893dcb7)
Chapter Nineteen: Aurora (#ulink_82a3f5b5-5283-5035-9cfa-eabbe41f96db)
Chapter Twenty: Stevie (#ulink_80d02bd1-1b62-5539-9eef-3b7ad29994c6)
Chapter Twenty-One: Lori (#ulink_9527b859-e15a-5237-9363-3b66ddfbdab0)
Chapter Twenty-Two: Aurora (#ulink_aeb76066-8bbd-56a5-88e3-e6eea75e0a40)
Chapter Twenty-Three: Stevie (#ulink_c5182442-0e57-5727-9930-63cee8670e64)
Chapter Twenty-Four: Lori (#ulink_6571a4da-3147-5884-a49e-fc400b1d587d)
Chapter Twenty-Five: Aurora (#ulink_ad526d33-fd45-57a6-a73e-2131c2c10acc)
Chapter Twenty-Six: Stevie (#ulink_b8c49bf3-c5c6-5a4f-9095-aa8431666b5d)
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Lori (#ulink_2bf92baf-3aa7-5aa4-8680-2c508913ed83)
Chapter Twenty-Eight (#ulink_55b80792-c17e-54c6-b9d6-a8e00e120a50)
Book: Three
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Lori (#ulink_9a9f2665-ad05-553d-b757-64ddedba42f1)
Chapter Thirty: Aurora (#ulink_ecfe4bff-18f1-5791-87c5-707a029e77e6)
Chapter Thirty-One: Stevie (#ulink_422a8b1c-7417-56ba-807f-bc1fc419fbe4)
Chapter Thirty-Two: Lori (#ulink_42ea17a6-9380-50ad-9058-d8c54276253b)
Chapter Thirty-Three: Aurora (#ulink_40afbaff-d8b5-5597-b941-2eb18f710153)
Chapter Thirty-Four: Stevie (#ulink_52af6d56-3019-58bd-bfe1-b41bf4cb6381)
Chapter Thirty-Five: Lori (#ulink_801db29a-a8bc-5463-ad9c-865addbbfb05)
Chapter Thirty-Six: Aurora (#ulink_98f5ee6f-918c-571f-990d-04a714166415)
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Stevie (#ulink_4ce5b3d4-d68f-5155-80a2-43abf63f25b4)
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Lori (#ulink_b7244801-cf21-5170-81ec-d7aa00f4f9f4)
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Aurora (#ulink_64c1f9fc-e7d2-5454-9826-4abbffce77b7)
Chapter Forty : Stevie (#ulink_764975fc-7e9d-559a-8d5e-3955989af23b)
Chapter Forty-One : Lori (#ulink_a5793ac4-028f-5e85-b738-4d1502f5c150)
Chapter Forty-Two (#ulink_15c61bc5-21f5-567f-ae93-bac4214a4af2)
Book: Four
Chapter Forty-Three: Lori (#ulink_8a0534a6-189d-577c-be2f-11cddcc2dd96)
Chapter Forty-Four: Aurora (#ulink_f604e412-6b46-5390-90f2-df8f37912895)
Chapter Forty-Five: Stevie (#ulink_0c616976-2ca1-5e9e-b5d6-1f4c91bb163a)
Chapter Forty-Six : Lori (#ulink_de1105a9-a749-5851-b7b9-c67d344e6599)
Chapter Forty-Seven: Aurora (#ulink_b9c94c76-e1bb-5968-aa96-c1732fc37fd7)
Chapter Forty-Eight: Stevie (#ulink_6fcae1ad-1f96-5c74-9e7b-c10ed3c51f2b)
Chapter Forty-Nine: Lori (#ulink_0c665dfe-438e-5f0a-9db1-4b40394ccd4d)
Chapter Fifty: Aurora (#ulink_5a4c44d7-590b-5852-9766-4a9708e2c208)
Chapter Fifty-One: Stevie (#ulink_fe9fda8c-75aa-567b-aada-ebb5aee46aca)
Chapter Fifty-Two: Lori (#ulink_9c9f979a-61fa-5842-a3dc-12420f2943ab)
Chapter Fifty-Three: Aurora (#ulink_f42c136f-07e7-5e66-91e4-06ffdf04deb3)
Chapter Fifty-Four: Stevie (#ulink_7875501d-5e36-51af-b8ce-81c4b9e265c3)
Chapter Fifty-Five: Lori (#ulink_5196fc66-d257-52dc-bf94-88e14381856b)
Chapter Fifty-Six (#ulink_aacd47c4-2c36-5f1d-bd4a-f11c3864e8a9)
Book: Five
Chapter Fifty-Seven (#ulink_83a021c0-c0ad-574a-adf3-4fac4f8150a6)
Chapter Fifty-Eight (#ulink_6e3b8037-f23a-579b-9579-5a886d4dc192)
Chapter Fifty-Nine (#ulink_4204447c-b910-5a63-bd2d-029ee918e8fa)
Chapter Sixty (#ulink_668227bf-3640-5fbd-8f6f-e87d28af796b)
Chapter Sixty-One (#ulink_7ff90840-766f-55a9-a609-12cc83e8a41a)
Chapter Sixty-Two (#ulink_f083f79a-2fdc-59aa-b93c-2f4527a9c9ea)
Chapter Sixty-Three (#ulink_951ffba8-3190-5fea-ad60-c57c2e038a54)
Chapter Sixty-Four (#ulink_b2316478-0dcb-582f-ba4e-06a2ebcd6a3d)
Epilogue (#ulink_5e23c96a-6845-5ed8-9c11-115b5308a0de)
Extract (#u088989c7-0b99-5c6f-a168-59266d7c2678)
Endpage (#u5d6d9656-3ebe-5c98-97c3-29998ae6ee99)
Copyright (#u616e33ab-5531-5eea-b0c1-108b4fd20a42)
Hollywood Sinners (#ulink_b63cc8d2-b0f7-505b-b595-f3952f6e5789)
About the Author (#ulink_ab83fa8e-9a06-5160-828e-ec01e26640dd)
VICTORIA FOX lives in London. She was born in 1983 and grew up in Northamptonshire with her parents, sister and cat Thomas. At thirteen she went to boarding school in Bristol, where she learned what you can get up to when your parents aren’t around, liked English best and avoided games lessons at all costs.
From there she went on to study English and Media at Sussex University, where she made her first attempt at writing a bonkbuster novel. It was titled The Hardest Part and was truly dreadful.
Victoria worked as an editor in publishing before leaving to write full-time. Hollywood Sinners is her first novel.
www.victoriafoxwrites.com (http://www.victoriafoxwrites.com)
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS (#ulink_abcbf72a-f28f-59f0-8fe7-2d916af020a1)
Thanks to my agent, Madeleine Buston, for her commitment, faith and brilliance. To the fabulous team at HQ, especially Kim Young, Maddie West and Bethan Ferguson. To Sophie Ransom and Tory Lyne-Pirkis at Midas PR. To Emma Rose for her excellent notes. Special thanks to Rebecca Saunders for her early advice and encouragement.
For friendship, support and ideas, thanks to Victoria Stonex, Chloe Setter, Sarah Thomas, Laura Balfour, Kate Wilde, Jo Oakley, Caroline Hogg, Emily Plosker, Suzanne Fowler and Penelope Skinner. Thanks to Simon Oxley for helping me with industry-related queries: any inaccuracies are my own.
Finally, to my parents for giving me every opportunity; and to Mark Oakley, for living every day of this book with me, thank you for everything.
For Toria
PROLOGUE (#ulink_f09905fb-65bd-5887-81f8-1b083b2f4dee)
The Parthenon Hotel, Las Vegas, Summer 2011
The woman studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror. To an onlooker she was flawless, but close, much closer, there was an uncertainty in her eyes that gave her away. Fear was a dangerous thing. However hard you pushed it down, it always found a way back.
Turning her head to one side, she attempted a practised smile and almost convinced herself. She was a professional–it was her job to make people believe.
In a white toga-style dress amid the stylised opulence of one of Vegas’s most renowned hotels, the woman resembled a Greek goddess. Tomorrow morning her image would appear in magazines all across the world. Fashion editors would appraise her gown. Reviewers would dissect her performance. Gossip columnists would speculate on the man she was with. Fame. Celebrity. Stardom. She had imagined this moment for a long time, and now she had arrived.
It’s one night, she told herself. Nobody knows.
The woman stood back. Blood rushed to her head and she struggled to focus. A hot wave of sickness washed over her.
It was karma. Everybody had to pay for the mistakes they made.
This is what you deserve.
She touched the palm of one hand flat against the marble wall. It felt cool.
‘Just not tonight,’ she begged, her lips cracked and dry. ‘Please, not tonight.’
‘Are you OK?’
The woman jumped, less at the shock of remembering he was out there as at the concern in his voice. But the second time he spoke it was with the familiar bitterness.
‘Limo’s here in five. Let’s move.’
She breathed deeply, smoothed down her dress for a final time and reached for the lock on the door. It was show time.
The Parthenon Tower Suite was vast. Four lavishly designed bedrooms backed on to a sprawling living area complete with champagne bar and wall-to-wall plasma television, a private games room and sumptuous spa. Floor-to-ceiling windows boasted a panorama of the glittering Vegas Strip, its pink and gold lights laid out below like a chain of jewels. On both sides multi-billion-dollar hotels stood shoulder to shoulder like giants, each one more impressive than the last. The Mirage, the Luxor, the Palazzo, the Desert Jewel. Fountains of fire and water set the night sky ablaze and billboards dazzled with news of the hottest show in town. In the casinos, players and hustlers vied for the big time. This was Sin City, the pounding heart of the desert. Everybody was working a game of chance.
And in the middle of it all, the man she was supposed to be in love with. He was standing at the panorama, adjusting his tie.
When he turned to her, his eyes were cold.
‘Is everything all right now?’ he asked quietly.
‘Everything’s fine.’ What was the point in telling the truth? They had gone way beyond honesty a long time ago.
The man took a step forward. For a crazy moment she thought he might kiss her.
‘Tonight matters,’ he said instead. ‘You understand why.’
She nodded. In a matter of minutes they would appear together at the Orient Hotel, host to tonight’s movie premiere. The world’s press would be gathered on the red carpet, everybody who was anybody in the business walking the runway, and they all wanted a super-couple at the top of their game. Paparazzi had camped out for days for their hundred-thousand-dollar shot. If they could expose what nobody else saw–the faltering smile, the glimmer of doubt in a moment of privacy–then they’d be looking at the big money. She imagined the flashing lights, the waiting crowd. For one night their performance had to be flawless; their kisses for real.
‘I’m ready,’ she told him.
‘Good. Don’t let me down.’
Unexpectedly her phone shrilled to life. Reaching to retrieve it from her clutch, she noticed a flash of unease pass across his face.
‘Who is it?’ he demanded.
It was a private number.
‘I’ll take it outside.’ She crossed to the sliding doors and stepped out on to the terrace. The fresh air was invigorating and she experienced a rush of hope.
It’s just one night. How much can go wrong?
She flipped it open. ‘Hello?’
At first, only silence. Then the voice began to speak. It was low and distinctive. She recognised it immediately.
Fighting a wave of panic, the woman gripped the balcony rail, her knuckles bleeding white in the darkness. Forty storeys below traffic throbbed down the Strip.
‘I know about you, sweetheart. Remember? I know everything. Get ready, baby–because now it’s payback time.’
PART ONE (#ulink_d9445467-97c0-5934-8ea1-a26d016f3555)
Autumn One year earlier
1 (#ulink_821b408b-c0aa-51ed-aa67-812207c271dc)
Venice
‘Lana, over here! Lana, Cole! How’s the marriage?’
Lana Falcon adjusted her pose for the cameras, hand on hip, shoulders back, and delivered her trademark megawatt smile. She held it in place and counted the seconds, careful not to let it drop. Against the red carpet her midnight-blue gown trailed like dark water.
She took pity on the reporter, who was slightly overweight and sported a beard that looked like he had drawn it on himself.
‘You’re half of America’s most famous couple,’ he gasped, scarcely believing his luck as Lana came to the side. ‘How does it feel?’ The film festival was a hive of energy: paparazzi and TV crews lined the carpet in thick numbers; fans with arms outstretched reached helplessly for their heroes–catching these two together was the biggest coup of his career.
On cue Lana felt an arm slide round her waist, smooth as a snake. She turned to the man next to her, caught the familiar line of his profile and the gleam of his teeth, the charcoal-grey of his immaculate hair. Cole Steel. Her husband.
Cameras flashed and sparked in throbs of light. He didn’t blink.
‘It feels great,’ she told the reporter with a friendly smile. ‘We’re very happy.’
Paparazzi jostled for the best shot. ‘Cole! Lana, Cole, let’s see you together!’
‘Any plans to add to the family?’ The reporter was sweating now.
‘Watch this space,’ said Cole, with a startlingly white grin. He planted a dry kiss on Lana’s neck, just below her ear. The photographers went wild.
‘Let’s move on,’ he instructed, just loud enough for her to hear.
Lana obliged. The smell of Cole’s skin lingered–sweet, slightly minty. When he took her hand it was cold.
‘Tell us about your new movie!’ the reporter babbled, craning the mike after her, knowing he’d already lost them. ‘Tell us about Eastern Sky!’
Lana moved into her customary position on the carpet, a little in front of Cole, his hands at her waist, steering her forward. At twenty-seven she was Hollywood’s most desirable young actress. Regularly voted one of the world’s most beautiful women, she was, with her burnt-chestnut hair, wide green eyes and warm smile, a killer combination of sex siren and girl- next-door. Women wanted to be her friend. Boys wanted to take her home to their mothers. Men jacked off over her, torn between fantasies of white cotton panties and crimson-red lingerie–the fascination was that Lana Falcon could pull off either. And, boy, did they dream she did.
‘Cole, Lana, this way!’
Cole guided his wife into a series of poses, his hands moving round her body with the precision and grace of a dancer.
‘Beautiful!’ came the approving clamour.
Somebody shouted, ‘Could we get a kiss?’
Cole laughed with the press like chums. Lana observed as he shot at them with pretend pistols, firing from the first two fingers of each hand.
Lana followed direction. Tilting her chin to meet his, she saw her surroundings–the deep reds and pure, billowing whites; the rich, syrupy gold of the event’s majestic lions–taper sharply into her husband’s approaching features until her view was suffocated entirely by his face, and the sad rub of his lips.
Cole Steel. Hollywood’s highest grossing actor and a giant of the American film industry. Cole Steel. At the top of his game after nearly thirty years and tipped here to take a Volpi Cup. Cole Steel. The husband with whom Lana Falcon lived, attended parties, posed for photographs, but had never, had never …
All around, bulbs popped and flared. As Lana pulled away she searched her husband’s eyes. As a good actor he could fill them with every emotion a role required–he was at his most convincing when assuming a character. As a man, as himself, he was blank. Cole’s eyes were like a shark’s: flat and empty. When she looked into them, Lana saw nothing.
‘Let’s get on the line,’ said Katharine Elliot, Lana’s publicist, discreetly ushering her client forward. ‘They’re queuing for a word.’
‘We’re not done here yet,’ snapped Cole through gritted teeth. His smile didn’t move.
Katharine stepped back. Cole was a man she did not want to piss off.
Together he and Lana refreshed their poses, the jewel in the crown of megastars gracing the Venice carpet, floating like creatures from another world, delighting with a look or a smile.
‘Assholes,’ muttered Cole, clapping eyes on a young, handsome actor and his Mother Earth wife. Cole claimed not to like the man because he’d beaten him to a part last year, though Lana suspected it was more because the couple paraded a soccer team of children, a brood to which they were still adding. It was something she and Cole could never achieve.
Beyond the press pit Lana caught sight of a young female fan, her desperate face streaked with tears as she was pushed and shoved amid the throng of people trying to catch a glimpse of the action. Lana took care to catch her eye, smiling warmly and giving her a wave.
Toughen up she thought, remembering herself at that age. It’s the only way to survive. Trust me. She blinked against the memories. Too often they kept her awake at night.
‘It’s time,’ Cole told her, placing a small, pale hand on her back. The cameras followed every move. Together, husband and wife were the ultimate American love story. He, one of the greatest actors of his generation; she, the girl who had come from nothing, from tragedy, to having it all.
Linking her arm with his, Lana walked alongside, nodding and smiling her way into the Palazzo del Cinema. She glanced at her wedding ring, a great cluster of diamonds that weighed heavy on her hand. In the frenzy of snapping bulbs it winked back, as if they shared a terrible secret.
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Las Vegas
Elisabeth Sabell, legs wrapped tight round her fiancé’S waist, examined with satisfaction the ten-carat antique engagement ring on her third finger.
‘Fuck me!’ she gasped, clasping his muscular shoulders. ‘Fuck me fuck me fuck me!’ The ring caught the light as they moved together, the sheets of their mammoth four-poster bed damp with sweat. As he pounded deeper, his rhythm quickening, the marvellous jewel came towards Elisabeth’s enraptured face in shuddering frames, a glorious, insistent reminder that she would, before long, be Mrs St Louis.
‘Tell me what you want, baby.’ The man grabbed her ass, pulling himself in further. ‘Tell me what you want.’
‘I want you to fuck me hard, Robert St Louis!’ she cried in abandon, raking livid-pink lines down his bronzed back, lifting her foot and trailing with her big toe the dip where his spine met his ass. ‘Fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before!’
In one deft movement he hooked an arm beneath her, flipping them round, holding on for the ride. Elisabeth, on top, ran her hands across his broad chest, wondering at the strength of his arms, the gentle slope of his biceps and the hard muscle of his stomach. Tightening her grip, she pinned him beneath her.
‘Strap in, baby,’ she told him, throwing her head back to gaze at the trompe l’oeil ceiling. ‘This is as close to heaven as it gets.’
Elisabeth began to rock, grabbing his hands, reaching higher, faster, like her life depended on it. Her golden mane fell in waves down her back, her pearl-white neck tilted to the ceiling. She could feel Robert’s hands on her tits, her waist, her thighs; on her throat, pressing those points beneath her ear lobes that made her knees go weak. She howled out, the pinnacle in sight.
With a final thrust they both climaxed, their bodies slick with release. Elisabeth rode the swelling tide, blinking back stars, her chest rising and falling, the pulse within her a steady, exquisite, delicious beat.
Robert St Louis moved on to his elbows and gave her a lopsided smile. He brought her face towards his and kissed her slowly, tasting her mouth.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he told her, planting a kiss on her chin, her nose, her forehead.
Elisabeth kissed him back. Together, she knew they made a staggering couple. Robert St Louis had been the most eligible bachelor in America. Now, two years on, he was hers.
Billionaire owner of two of the city’s most infamous hotels, the Orient and the Desert Jewel, he was the most handsome, and the most powerful, man in Vegas. With his dark hair, almost-black eyes, warm as melting bitter chocolate, and wicked, honest grin, he was the most devastating man she had ever laid eyes on.
‘I know,’ she told him, peeling herself off the bed and heading for their palatial en suite.
He watched her go. ‘Your father called,’ he said.
‘Do you have to tell me that right after we’ve had sex?’
He laughed. ‘Sorry.’
‘And?’
‘Says he’s got some news–I’m gonna want to hear it, apparently.’
Elisabeth rolled her eyes. She turned the shower on. ‘I’ll bet he has,’ she muttered.
As Elisabeth stepped under the pounding water, she reflected it was a good job she loved Robert like she did–as daughter of the legendary Vegas hotelier Frank Bernstein, Elisabeth had her future in the city cut out from the start. She was destined to marry a businessman, someone of her father’s choosing. It had always been that way–Bernstein made the decisions and there was no argument. Elisabeth was thirty-two now, she had a residency on the Strip and a loving, committed relationship, but still he had the power to make her feel like a bullied little girl.
Robert called something from the bedroom.
‘What?’ Elisabeth yelled over the rush of water. She ran a gloop of shampoo through her blonde hair.
The door slid open. ‘I said: Any ideas?’ He stepped in behind her. ‘Bernstein couldn’t keep a secret from you if he tried.’
‘None whatsoever,’ Elisabeth said primly. ‘It’s probably another attempt to hurry the wedding along. I wish he’d butt out. Just because he introduced us doesn’t give him carte blanche to interfere in every aspect of our lives.’
Robert knew not to press his fiancée on the sensitive subject of her father.
‘Come on,’ he said instead, helping her rinse her hair, ‘or we’ll be late.’
The Orient Hotel, Robert St Louis’s multi-billion-dollar baby and the heart of his hotel empire, was a breathtaking project. He and Elisabeth arrived an hour later in a blacked-out car, the main attractions at tonight’s charity gala event.
Two soaring towers, each peak like a closed flower, flanked a colossal central pagoda. Little square windows lit with gold travelled up as far as the eye could see, thousands of feet into the sky, until they became stars themselves. Dragons crouched at the entrance, fire screaming from their open mouths. Sparking fountains and flaming torches circled the majestic structure.
Robert’s doorman greeted them like royalty. ‘Good evening, boss.’ He dipped his head, always nervous when the top gun was in the house. ‘Ms Sabell.’
Elisabeth nodded.
‘Evening, Daniel.’ Robert knew every last one of the Orient’s staff–he had hired them all personally, from pit boss to restroom cleaner. ‘How many for the gala?’
‘Six hundred. They’re waiting for you both in the Lantern Suite.’
Robert checked his watch. ‘Frank Bernstein here yet?’
‘Not yet, sir.’
‘Make the most of it,’ Elisabeth muttered drily as they stepped into the foyer.
Robert chuckled. ‘Come on, he’s not so bad.’
Elisabeth loved the Orient. It was, in her opinion, the greatest hotel in the city. She’d grown up on the Strip, knew them all like the back of her hand, but the Orient was special, it was different. Huge china urns, big as cars, squatted in the five corners of the pentagonal lobby, overflowing with jade stalks and huge leaves sprayed in gold. Gilt-edged mirrors lined the walls beneath glowing red paper lamps. Below, the marble of the floor gleamed clear as water, like standing on the surface of a silver pool, so that your reflection made it difficult to tell which way was up and which was down. It thrilled Elisabeth to know that soon, once she and Robert were married, she would be its queen.
They swept past Reception to the waiting elevator. As they rose to the sixteenth floor, Robert took her hand.
‘I’m proud you’re on my arm,’ he told her.
‘You’re on mine, St Louis.’ She winked as they alighted.
At news of the couple’s arrival, a reverential hush fell over the assembled investors and Vegas notables. Jowly men with ruddy cheeks and fat wallets stood next to their glamorous wives, whose priceless gems dripped from their fragrant, powdered skin.
The women watched enviously as Elisabeth let the fur drop from her shoulders, revealing a glittering kingfisher-blue gown that matched her eyes. Every last one of them wanted Robert St Louis and, seeing Elisabeth now, understood why they never would.
Her fiancé took easily to the floor. ‘I’m pleased to see so many of you here,’ he said, clapping his hands together and approaching the waiting lectern. ‘It’s a special night. The Orient has been working closely with the causes here this evening …’
Elisabeth smiled, quietly greeting one of the wives with a brief air kiss.
As she watched Robert, she felt powerful. No longer was she merely Frank Bernstein’s daughter: she was part of a team that had nothing whatsoever to do with him, a team that would lay the foundations of a new Vegas dynasty. This was hers alone–she didn’t have to involve her father at all.
Nothing could come between her and Robert.
If ever it did, she would fight it to the death.
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London
Chloe French held her expression as she reclined on the leopard-print chaise longue and followed the photographer’s instructions.
‘That’s gorgeous,’ he told her, clicking away. ‘Anyone ever told you you’ve got the face of an angel?’
They had, actually. At nineteen Chloe French was the sweetheart of London’s fashion circuit–a raw, unaffected beauty and a fledgling star on her way to the top. She was tall, nearly six feet, with a sheet of jet-black hair that fell to her waist and glittering slate-grey eyes.
A make-up girl wearing too-tight denim hot pants rushed over and reapplied pink lipgloss, fanning Chloe’s hair out around her and repositioning the vintage clutch.
‘Thanks,’ Chloe called when she scurried off.
‘Stop saying thanks,’ instructed the photographer, an Emo guy with thick Elvis-Costello-style glasses, ‘you’re disrupting the shot.’
‘Sorry,’ said Chloe, cringing. The camera popped as she pulled the face.
Chloe French had been spotted four years ago outside Topshop on Oxford Street, feeling rough amid a horrible winter cold and wearing an old hoody with a ketchup stain down the front. She’d been modelling ever since. Over that time she had worked with some of the biggest names in fashion, but she still couldn’t shake the little knots of self-consciousness that accompanied a shoot like this. There just seemed to be so much fuss.
Consulting his assistant on the stills, the photographer grinned. ‘That’s the one.’ Chloe’s slight awkwardness, so unlike the other models he was used to working with, came off brilliantly on camera as coy vulnerability.
‘Have you got what you need?’ she asked, sitting up. ‘I’m meeting Nate.’ She beamed at the mention of her rock-star boyfriend.
‘And all the world’s press?’ The photographer made a face, remembering the last time Nate Reid had come to the studio. He’d been trailed by a troop of devoted paparazzi, supposedly unintentionally, though nothing about Chloe’s boyfriend appeared to be without intention.
She laughed. ‘Don’t worry, Nate’s discreet.’
‘He is?’ The photographer raised an eyebrow. ‘I can’t open a London paper without seeing you two.’
Chloe shrugged. ‘For a musician.’
‘Yeah, the Pied fucking Piper,’ he muttered, remembering the cameras dancing at Nate’s heels.
On cue the studio door opened and a rakish figure appeared in the doorway, a wiry silhouette crowned with artfully tousled hair.
‘Nate!’ cried Chloe, jumping up and running over.
‘Great,’ the photographer said with a roll of his eyes, ‘just what we need.’
Nate Reid, frontman with The Hides, held out his arms to embrace her. Nate was the epitome of rock and roll–or at least he liked to think he was. As the hottest property in British music, he wasn’t conventionally good-looking, a little on the rangy side and quite short, but what he lacked in stature he made up for in charisma. With piercing green eyes, a fuck-you attitude and an anarchic reputation, he was, in Chloe’s eyes, everything that was wonderful in the world.
‘Hey, babe,’ said Nate, kissing her deeply. She tasted of cherries.
Chloe smiled down at him–she tried not to let the height difference bother her.
‘Are you done yet?’ he asked, a tad irritably. ‘I’ve been waiting.’
Chloe gave a hopeful expression to Emo-guy.
‘Yup, we’re done,’ he said, busy with the stills.
When she turned back she was just in time to catch Nate scoping out one of the other models, before his eyes slid swiftly back to her.
‘Let’s go,’ she said, linking his arm tightly.
Unsurprisingly, the press had caught wind of Nate’s arrival. As the couple emerged on to the street, a circus of shouting and flashing bulbs erupted. Nate held up a hand as they bustled through to the waiting car, as if the whole thing was a massive inconvenience. He parcelled Chloe away and turned to the paps, treating them to a couple of clean shots.
‘You heading out tonight, Nate?’ one of them asked. ‘Chloe going with you?’
‘Classified information, boys,’ said Nate, editing out the tip-off he’d fed through earlier. He turned to get in the car.
‘Is it true Chloe’s moving to LA?’
Nate gritted his teeth. ‘Not true.’
‘There’s talk that—’
He climbed in and slammed the door.
An army of lenses swooped in on the windows, clicking insistently, aimlessly, in the hope of catching a killer shot. The car moved off.
‘You’re so patient with them,’ Chloe said, tying her hair back. ‘I can never be arsed.’
‘’S no big deal.’
She kissed his cheek. ‘Come on, I’ve got the house to myself this afternoon.’
Nate brightened. He was a little worn out after a marathon bedroom session that morning, but he’d never been able to resist Chloe. ‘Sounds good, babe.’
Chloe gazed across at her boyfriend and felt her heart swell. Nate Reid was her hero–the night they’d met was proof of that.
So what if she caught him checking out other girls from time to time, it didn’t matter. It was her he was committed to and that was the important thing. Right? Relationships required work–she knew that from her own experience. You couldn’t just give up if you loved someone. And she loved Nate Reid. Nothing, and no one, was going to change that.
4 (#ulink_d384ea99-3726-5016-a735-0828e15b4c1b)
Los Angeles
The man on top of Lana Falcon let out a low groan as he slipped a hand between her legs. She could feel his growing hardness, hot and thick against her skin. At the sudden quickening of his breath, a rhythm she knew so well, she could tell he was desperate to be inside her. ‘I want you now,’ he whispered hoarsely, his hand diving under her ass and pulling her up to meet him. Only when his fingers found the gusset of her modesty underwear and he momentarily slipped himself in did she bite down hard on his bottom lip.
‘Ow!’ Parker Troy pulled back, a hurt expression on his face.
‘Cut!’ the director called, not noticing. ‘Lana, that was perfect. Real authentic. It’s a wrap, people.’
Lana raised her arm and the wardrobe girl came rushing over, covering her with a gown. The crew made a polite attempt not to notice her knock-out body as she shrugged on the thin material. She had requested a closed set–as she did with all topless scenes–but even so every last one of the guys was fighting down a raging hard-on.
‘That was excellent,’ said Sam Lucas, striding over. The director was a rotund, shiny-headed bald man in his late fifties with thin, very round glasses. ‘You’re bringing something exceptional to this role–that was a hard scene to get right.’
It was certainly hard, Lana thought. She tried not to notice that Sam’s eyes, disconcertingly enlarged behind the lenses of his glasses, kept darting to her breasts. Gritting her teeth, she decided to forgive the transgression–Sam was one of the industry’s die-hard movie elite and thousands of actresses would kill to be in her position. Eastern Sky, a historical romance set in 1920s China and Sam’s directorial comeback, could earn her an Award.
‘Thanks, Sam,’ she said, wanting to get dressed. ‘It means a lot to have your support.’ When he didn’t respond she asked, ‘How are the dailies?’
‘Good,’ said Sam, meeting her eyes momentarily before they slid back to the main attraction. ‘Real good.’
Lana folded her arms, mortified that her nipples were standing to attention. Couldn’t they make these gowns a bit more substantial? She couldn’t tell if it was because she was under scrutiny or whether she was still hot from Parker’s touch, but whatever it was, Sam Lucas was drinking it in. He might as well be licking his lips for all his discretion.
‘Well, I’ll, uh, be with you first thing,’ she said hurriedly, relieved to see the wardrobe girl returning with a clipboard and an efficient smile.
‘Yeah,’ said Sam, back to business. ‘Call-time nine o’clock.’ And he headed off in the direction of his assistant.
Ten years in this town and she still wasn’t used to it. Men who thought she owed them something, thought her body was a kind of recompense. She’d had enough of it to last a lifetime.
‘Can I get you anything, Ms Falcon?’ the girl asked, noticing Lana’s anxious expression.
‘Thanks, I’m OK.’ Lana gave a friendly smile as they made their way back to base camp. It saddened her to think the girl was too afraid to continue the conversation, as if Lana belonged now to a world in which people couldn’t converse without fear of tripping up. Her marriage to Cole Steel was lonely. She missed friendship, especially the easy intimacy that women shared. It was why she had embarked on the reckless affair with Parker Troy: she craved the warmth.
Lana stole a quick glance over her shoulder and caught her co-star chatting to crew, his dirty-blond hair falling over his eyes. He had a slightly pug nose and his jaw was chunky in a Matt Damon-type way. At twenty, he was younger than Lana and somewhat airheaded, but she wasn’t in it for the conversation. This was a mindless, red-hot, dangerous romance–barely a month old–and one she had to conceal from her husband at all costs. Parker had been foolish, getting carried away on set today: never mind that she was fucking him in her own time–when they were filming it had to be on her terms. All it took was one witness to bring the whole thing crashing down, and nobody would pay a higher price than her.
At her trailer Lana showered, changed into sweat pants and drank a litre of water. She checked her watch, wondering if Parker would call. Come on, baby, she thought, I’ve got pick-up in five. When her cell buzzed, she snatched it up.
It was Rita Clay, her agent. Rita was legendary in Hollywood, a tall, strikingly attractive black woman in her late thirties and one of LA’s top ball-breakers.
‘Hey, movie star, how was the shoot?’
Lana ran a hand through her hair. It was good to hear a friendly voice that told it like it was. On a sea of bullshit, Rita was one who managed to stay afloat. ‘Good. What’s up?’
‘Come to lunch.’
‘I’ll have to check my schedule—’
‘It’s done. Friday, twelve-thirty, Campanile.’
Lana laughed. ‘Fine.’ Rita talked as fast as she worked.
It had been the same when they’d first met. Lana had been seventeen when she’d walked into Rita Clay’s downtown office, had possessed the poise and determination of someone unafraid to lose. If the place she was running from couldn’t break her, neither could this big, bad industry. She didn’t talk about the past and Rita didn’t ask–it didn’t matter where she’d come from; it mattered where she was going.
‘You’ve got talent and you’re beautiful,’ Rita had said after their meeting, grinding out a cigarette and immediately lighting another. ‘Believe me, it’s rare. We’re going straight to the top, sweetheart.’ Her agent had gone on to secure a string of small but carefully selected TV deals, and a little over a year later Lana had landed her first break: a starring role in one of America’s most beloved sitcoms. Since then she’d gained precious credibility in a couple of cleverly positioned independent films, and in the months that followed LA’s casting agents were over her like a rash.
‘And don’t forget Kate diLaurentis’s dinner party next week,’ said Rita, dragging her back to the present. ‘I know it’s not easy with the Cole situation.’
‘Hmm.’ Lana felt a crunch of dread. Kate diLaurentis was a ruthless actress in her forties with balls of iron and a face full of Botox. She was also Cole Steel’s ex-wife.
‘My advice? Conserve your energies,’ Rita said matter-of-factly. ‘She’s invited press so you and Cole are gonna have to look the part.’
Lana closed her eyes, giving in to the alternate notes of exhaustion and fear that his name evoked.
‘You still there?’
‘I’m here.’ She checked the time and started to get her bag together. Cole’s driver would be turning up in minutes and she couldn’t be late for the car–anything extraordinary would arouse her husband’s attention.
‘I know it’s difficult,’ said Rita, blowing out smoke. ‘We never thought it would be easy. But you’re doing it, girl, and that’s what matters.’
The women said their goodbyes and Lana hung up. She’d do anything to be able to confide in Rita about the affair with Parker Troy, but she knew she couldn’t–there was too much at stake. No, if anyone knew the importance of keeping a secret, it was her.
When her pager beeped Lana scooped her bag on to her shoulder, pulled on a baseball cap and headed out of the trailer. Keeping her head down and ignoring one especially persistent paparazzo who had been trailing her for days, she made her way through to the car. Cole’s driver was waiting, a big Hispanic guy with arms folded across his broad chest.
Nodding an acknowledgement, she slipped into the Mercedes’ black leather interior.
When the door closed and darkness enveloped her, she knew she was going home.
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