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The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

ISBN: 978-0-316-04924-5

Contents

Fear of Flying

Do It Again and You're Dead

Ménage à Blah

Sliding into Home

The Parent Trap

Girl of the Milennium

Heart to Heart

Wedding Bell Blues

Champagne, Anyone?

Love the One You're With

Mommy Deares

Too Cool for School

On the List

Bali High

Ex Marks the Spot

Faking It

Pitch This

Born to Run

Twisted Sister

Dream Lover

She Did Not Say That

Hurts So Good

Kiss Off

Here Comes the Freaking Bride

City of Angels

A Preview Of Gossip Girl The Carlyles

Welcome To The Jungle

 

 

 

If you have to ask, you'll never be on …

THE A-LIST

Be sure to read all the novels in the
New York Times
bestselling A-LIST series

THE A-LIST

GIRLS ON FILM

BLONDE AMBITION

TALL COOL ONE

BACK IN BLACK

SOME LIKE IT HOT

AMERICAN BEAUTY

HEART OF GLASS

BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

CALIFORNIA DREAMING

And keep your eye out for a new era of THE A-LIST coming January 2009.

Be sure to read all the novels in the #1
New York Times
bestselling GOSSIP GIRL series

Gossip Girl

You Know You Love Me

All I Want Is Everything

Because I'm Worth It

I Like It Like That

You're The One That I Want

Nobody Does It Better

Nothing Can Keep Us Together

Only In Your Dreams

Would I Lie To You

Don't You Forget About Me

It Had To Be You

 

 

Keep your eye out for a new era of
Gossip Girl: The Carlyles
, coming May 2008.

A-List novels by Zoey Dean:

THE A-LIST

GIRLS ON FILM

BLONDE AMBITION

TALL COOL ONE

BACK IN BLACK

SOME LIKE IT HOT

AMERICAN BEAUTY

HEART OF GLASS

BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

CALIFORNIA DREAMING

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THE A-LIST
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Betwixt
by Tara Bray Smith

For Hair Guru to the Stars, Mr. Raymond.

 

 

 

 

 

There must be thousands of girls like me, dreaming of becoming a movie star. But I'm dreaming the hardest.

—Marilyn Monroe

Fear of Flying

Saturday morning, 2:47 a.m.

A
nna Percy was trapped. Also, barefoot.

Behind her was the slammed-shut door of the long, white-walled jetway. Ahead of her gaped the open door of her Bali-bound flight. A petite flight attendant with dark, thick waist-length hair, clad in a double-0 navy blue uniform, was calling to her in lightly accented, chirpy English.

“Hurry! We're pulling back from the gate! Hurry!”

Rather than hustle the remaining ten paces toward the beckoning flight attendant, Anna froze. Her last words with Logan Cresswell, the boy who had brought her here, the boy who was presumably waiting for her in the first-class cabin of this Air East Indonesia flight, flashed through her mind.

“There's a flight back to Bali that leaves LAX at three this morning. That's three hours from now … Come with me.”

Anna was not the kind of girl to break up with one guy—the exquisitely complicated but equally compelling Ben Birnbaum—only to run away to Bali with another one. Everything in her future was planned out, thank you very much. She was exactly seven days from returning to New York City after living for eight surreal months in Los Angeles. Then, she'd start her freshman year at Yale, which had been her dream ever since she could remember dreaming at all.

Yet here she was, on the jetway. The international-departures building behind her, the plane ahead of her. Her Chanel pumps? They'd been tossed aside a few moments before, as she'd made a mad three-hundred-yard dash down the airport concourse from the TSA metal detectors to gate 87.

After these months of attempting to reinvent herself in Los Angeles, including some admitted experimentation with things both remote and dangerous—as benign as ordering a double-double animal style from In-N-Out Burger, as scary as learning to surf on the waves of Malibu, as death defying as ascending the steps of the Getty in a pair of Prada stilettos—now she was about to do the most remote and dangerous thing of her life. A mere ninety minutes before, she'd made the snap decision to join an old Upper-East-Side-childhood-neighbor-turned-recent-romantic-interest, Logan, for a trans-Pacific flight to Bali.

She wasn't sure Logan was even on the plane. The airline's gate attendant had told her it was against security regulations for her to confirm that he was on the flight. Anna had tried to reach him by cell, but evidently, the captain had already given the order for cell phones to be turned off, tray tables to be locked in their upright positions, et cetera, et cetera.

“Miss! Please hurry!” The petite flight attendant's voice went up an octave and a half, and she gestured with both hands.

Anna's heart was pounding as she covered the last five paces of the jetway. She took a deep, fortifying breath and stepped across the threshold. There, the beautiful Balinese flight attendant broke into a relieved smile, welcomed Anna aboard with a gentle bow, and thrust a ribbon-tied bird of paradise blossom into her hand while she scanned Anna's ticket stub.

“You'll want to take your seat quickly in the first-class cabin, Miss Percy. You're the last one to board, and we'll be taking off shortly.”

Anna thanked her and pivoted left in the direction of first class. She sighed, grateful that the twenty-two-hour flight across the Pacific and the international dateline would at least be comfortable. Since she hadn't had time to pack—this trip had been the very definition of a last-minute decision—she still wore the white eyelet lace Betsey Johnson baby doll dress she'd had on earlier in the evening.

She glanced around the cabin. There were nine rows of first-class seats, two across. Directly in front of her, another immaculately coiffed attendant in the same navy blue uniform served tall, chilled mimosas to a well-dressed elderly couple, regaling them with details about Bali's fabulous gem shopping and wondrous natural beauty.

Where was he?

Bald man in a tweed business suit. Not him.

Swarthy guy with a heavily tattooed neck, wearing skinny vintage jeans and studded bracelet. Definitely not him.

Huge man in backward Lakers baseball cap atop a Lakers uniform. Nope. Tiny woman in a maroon warm-up suit sitting beside him. Double nope.

Short, dirty blond hair. Broad shoulders. Piercing blue eyes. Slight cleft in the chin. Faded jeans and plain black T-shirt.

Logan.

Anna smiled. There he was, stretched out in the second row of the luxurious white leather seats, next to the window. The seat on the aisle—
her
seat—held two hardcover books and a Yankees baseball cap. In that moment, she realized he wasn't expecting her to show up.

“Please, to your seat, Miss Percy,” the petite, raven-haired flight attendant whispered discreetly. “We'd like to depart.”

The flight attendant moved off. Logan didn't look up from his copy of the
Los Angeles Times
, open to the sports section.

Anna was just about to move to her seat and announce her arrival when another memory struck home. It had been in a first-class cabin that she'd met Ben Birnbaum. That flight had been the one on New Year's Eve that had brought her from LaGuardia Airport to LAX. Ben had been a savior on that flight—he'd helped get rid of her deeply obnoxious seatmate, a thirtysomething record producer, by pretending to already know her. By the time the flight ended, she felt as though she
did
know Ben. And she also knew that she wanted to be with him.

But Ben was in the past. Just a few hours before, he had broken her heart again, this time by kissing his old flame, Cammie Sheppard. Anna had met Cammie her first night in Los Angeles, and it had been hate at first sight. On Cammie's part, anyway. Mostly because Ben was clearly into Anna, and Cammie had been Ben's last girlfriend. But also partially because Cammie was the type of girl who needed someone to hate. At times during the last few months, their relationship had thawed to almost peaceful coexistence. At other times … not so much.

“Come with me.”

That's what Logan had suggested to her and it seemed like the perfect escape. Yet she'd said no. Expectations awaited her. Home to New York. Then Yale. But then she'd seen Ben and Cammie in a corridor at the new club they'd opened together in Culver City—Bye, Bye Love—having a close encounter of the third kind.

That was enough to send her to the airport. Why not? She could always fly back to the East Coast in time to start at Yale.

The white leather seats were so lush and roomy that Logan didn't at first notice her moving in next to him. “Sorry I'm late. The traffic on the 405 was just
insane
,” she announced nonchalantly, flipping a lock of her long silky blond hair.

He looked up and, in one fluid movement, rose and pulled her toward him. “Anna.” He breathed her name and the next thing she knew his lips were on hers as they melted into a tight embrace.

“Umm, sir? Miss?”

The flight attendant tapped Logan on the shoulder, and they broke apart sheepishly. “Please have a seat. You don't want the other passengers to show you what they think of your public display of affection,” she chided, winking at them as she moved away.

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