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SECRETS OF THE HOLLYWOOD GIRLS CLUB

 

Maggie Marr

SECRETS OF THE HOLLYWOOD GIRLS CLUB

 

Maggie Marr

Copyright © 2012

All Rights Reserved.

 

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

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For Chad Henderson

You are my everything

M.M.

Praise for Hollywood Girls Club

 

"Romance, sex…[Marr] clearly knows her way around Hollywood. Saucy… bound to be compared to certain Jackie Collins titles not just because of the Hollywood subject matter but also because Marr brings a similar ferocious energy to her writing."

—Boston Globe

 

"Marr’s titillating debut…Marr offers plenty of steamy romance. Each woman gets a string of lovers—some winners, some losers—in her bawdy romp."

—Kirkus

 

"Hollywood powder-puff Marr pulls back the curtain on the wizards of Tinseltown…The girls’ club cutthroat and callous turns out to be a lot like the boys’ club, but cattier and more fun to read about."

—Publisher’s Weekly

 

"Maggie Marr’s L.A. story of friendships, scandals, and crazy egos is as fun and entertaining as any Hollywood blockbuster."

—Social Life Magazine

 

"Hollywood Girls Club is about as easy to stop consuming as a bowl of Häagen-Dazs."

—Robin Hazelwood, author of Model Student

 

"Smart, sassy and brilliantly observed … a funny and sharp exposé of the Hollywood machine."

—Sue Margolis, author of Gucci Gucci Coo

 

 

Praise for Secrets of The Hollywood Girls Club

 

"In her follow-up to The Hollywood Girls Club Marr not only takes readers behind the scenes of Tinseltown, she plummets them into the middle of hot sex scandals, blackmail and illicit affairs. These four powerful women not only manage to stay on top – both in the office and in the bedroom — they keep their friendship strong and their movies hot."

—Romantic Times Book Club Magazine 4 Stars

 

"Marr’s second novel is frothy, gossipy fun for US and People magazine addicts."

—Booklist Review

 

"Marr’s prose is fast and sharp and she keeps the plots flying….The ripsnorter sequel to Hollywood Girls Club revolves around sex and plastic surgery secrets…if it sounds like fun it is."

—Publisher’s Weekly

 

"This is a juicy, delicious read! I just loved the insider secrets and the access to what really goes on in Hollywood—the stuff we suspect happens but is always denied by scary publicists."

—Marian Keyes, author of The Other Side of The Story

 

"Move over, Jackie Collins! Secrets of The Hollywood Girls Club is a steamy page-turner bursting with insider Hollywood gossip. I loved it!"

—Sarah Mlynowski, author of Milkrun and Ten Things We Did (And Probably Shouldn’t Have)

CONTENTS

 

Rule 1

Rule 2

Rule 3

Rule 4

Rule 5

Rule 6

Rule 7

Rule 8

Rule 9

Rule 10

Rule 11

Rule 12

Rule 13

Rule 14

Rule 15

Rule 16

Rule 17

Rule 18

Rule 19

Rule 20

Rule 21

Rule 22

Rule 23

Rule 24

Rule 25

Rule 26

Rule 27

Rule 28

Rule 29

Rule 30

Rule 31

Epilogue

 

About the Author

 

An excerpt from Can’t Buy Me Love

An excerpt from Courting Trouble

 

Rule 1: There Are No Secrets in Hollywood

Kiki Dee, Publicist

 

Kiki Dee thought she knew where all the Hollywood bodies were buried—even the ones she killed—because secrets were her business. Celebrity secrets. Kiki was a secret keeper. As a publicist, Kiki shifted the bright white spotlight away from everything her celebrity clients needed to hide. And their gratitude to her for covering up their indiscretions took the form of a check or cash, whichever they preferred.

Kiki collected secrets the way some people collected diamonds or cars. Each naughty tidbit could potentially destroy Hollywood careers. And of course, along with the indiscretions came the clients. Kiki promised to lock the secret in “the vault,” also known as her brain, for a weekly fee. Some called it extortion. Kiki called it commerce.

Kiki didn’t keep just one secret per client: She’d discovered that once a star accepted that she knew their most depraved act or hidden kink, suddenly all the crimes and misdemeanors came pouring out. Kiki listened to all her clients’ confessions. It was good to have collateral.

But this secret, the one Kiki witnessed in Dr. Melnick’s office … well, this secret was platinum. This secret could sink movie studios, destroy high-power industry marriages, and ruin one of the biggest celebrity careers in Hollywood. With this one amazingly well-kept secret, Kiki and her publicity firm, KDP, which had suffered a precipitous slide into the abyss of B-list stars, would be back on top. This secret potentially affected dozens of Hollywood heavyweights. Not to mention the little lovely who was rapidly sleeping her way up the A-list. Kiki would sign two big stars based on this peccadillo. Failing to have Kiki in their corner would result in the release of this salacious bit of gossip to the press. And if the truth reached the masses, the two stars could kiss their careers and their paychecks good-bye.

Kiki had proof, and she figured it was worth at least seven figures. But Kiki cared little about the money. No, she desired prestige. The prestige obtained by representing the biggest stars in the world. Prestige and access were priceless commodities in Hollywood, and for Kiki, prestige, access, and power made her job almost worthwhile.

Kiki would be thrilled. if she weren’t so nauseated. Her discovery almost made the torture of her lipo, tummy tuck, and eye-lift worth it. Almost. She gritted her teeth as the Lincoln Town Car came to a fast stop on Wilshire. How had this luscious deceit remained quiet? People must know. But Kiki had rummaged through celebrity lives for twenty (okay, twenty-five) years, and she had never sniffed a whiff of this treat. She carefully leaned back against the supple black leather of the backseat. The trip was a short four blocks from Dr. Melnick’s office to the Peninsula Hotel, but with stitches around her face and the super-tight spandex body glove around her stomach, the ride felt like miles. She knew from experience.

Although painful, the spandex body glove prevented her belly from rupturing. She turned her gauze-wrapped head toward the window and attempted to block from her mind the lipo procedure that Dr. Melnick had just completed, otherwise she’d be sick. She clutched the paper airsick bag that Dr. Melnick’s receptionist (who herself had bovine-fat-enhanced lips and perfectly Botoxed brows) had handed Kiki before the nurse wheeled her out the back exit of the office to her awaiting car and driver.

Boom Boom, Kiki’s ever-faithful and ever-suffering assistant, sat in the backseat holding a BlackBerry in one hand and a cup of ice chips in the other.

“She said it was urgent,” Boom Boom said and scrolled through the e-mails. “Here, look.”

She held the BlackBerry within inches of Kiki’s nose, but Kiki couldn’t read it. Boom Boom could be an idiot. You couldn’t wear glasses right after an eye-lift. Where did Boom Boom think they put the stitches? Kiki leaned her head to the left. She could barely speak. Her lips were swollen with ass or bovine fat—she didn’t even remember—and her jaw hurt.

“Read it,” Kiki mumbled, trying to move her lips as little as possible.

Boom Boom pulled an ice chip from the cup and managed to wedge it into Kiki’s mouth. “Fine. It says `Kiki, my luv, we need to talk. Urgent news, don’t want to e-mail, call me.’“

Kiki looked at Boom Boom. That was it? That was the e-mail Boom Boom appeared so worked up about? Kiki had worked the public relations gig for a long time, and urgent to one of her stars could mean a broken nail without a manicurist on set. This was nothing, especially compared with Kiki’s recent discovery. But still, the e-mail had come from one of her biggest stars.

“When?” Kiki whispered, then winced as the Town Car bounced over a pothole. She remembered that bump from the last face-lift, six months earlier.

“Three hours ago,” Boom Boom said. She put on her headset. “Want to roll some calls? We’ve got twenty-five to return.”

Kiki glared at her assistant. She felt doped up on morphine and hadn’t yet taken her Vicodin:

“Lydia called. She needs an answer about press.”

Kiki shook her head and motioned for the pad and pen resting on Boom Boom’s lap.

“Jen wants to know about the CDF fund-raiser,” Boom Boom continued. She handed Kiki the pen. “Also Natalie asked about your trip to the ashram, wants to know if it’s one or two weeks?” Kiki’s head pounded. She put pen to paper.

“Galaxy just FedExed dailies from the Take No Prisoners set and wants you to let them know about the Oscar campaign.”

Kiki finished writing and turned the monogrammed notebook toward her young, wrinkle-free servant. Boom Boom continued to chatter about appointments and calls. Kiki tapped on the pad, and then again with more force, finally requiring Boom Boom to silence her yammering and look at the paper.

A small gasp escaped Boom Boom’s lips as she read Kiki’s short but effective note.

“I’m just trying to be helpful. You don’t have to get bitchy about it,” Boom Boom said.

Kiki turned toward the window and tried not to smile, as smiling would tear the stitches clamped to the skin behind her ears. Business would have to wait until she wrapped herself in the luxurious sheets at the Peninsula. She relaxed as the limo finally turned into the private entrance to the hotel. Kiki glanced at the notepad in her lap. Two very effective words were emblazoned across the pad: Fuck you.

Rule 2: Never Let Them See Your Next Move

Celeste Solange, Actress

 

Heat seared through Cici’s leg muscles as if they would tear from her very bones.

“That’s great, just two more! Come on, Cici, you can do it!”

“That’s what you said eight reps ago,” Cici bit out through clenched teeth.

Celeste Solange glared at her trainer, Liam. The only exercises she enjoyed were sex and shopping, and this endorphin-producing endeavor was neither.

“Almost there,” Liam said.

Easy for Liam—he had to love this kind of pain what with his abdominal muscles poking through his T-shirt. She guessed his body fat to be around 1.5 percent on a bad day. Cici cringed and extended her legs one last time. If her fans could see her moaning and sweating like a sumo wrestler they’d never again believe the ‘I-can-eat-anything-I-want-and-never-gain-a-pound’ sound bite.

Cici’s legs collapsed under her. Her thighs burned.

“Great job!” Liam grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her up. “Nice workout. Walk that off and then we’ll stretch”

“Water.”

Cici limped to the Fiji bottle, lifted it to her lips, and guzzled greedily. She glanced in the full-length workout mirror. Her profile looked good for thirty (fine, thirty-six), though right now her blond hair frizzled around her barrette and sweat dripped down her face.

Tall and lean, with the kind of thinness that curvy women fight to maintain, once Cici passed the big three-oh she worked non-stop to keep the pounds off her five-eight frame. The camera didn’t add ten pounds. Try twenty.

Great film roles were sparse each year, and everyone (Angie, Jen, Nicole, and Sandy) wanted them. After actresses hit thirty, their agents and managers slugged it out to secure great roles for the ladies. Sure, everyone said that forty was the new thirty, and often a forty-year-old appeared on the cover of Us, People, or Star … but how many roles did Julia actually score in the last year?

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