Kevin Dickson & Jack Ketsoyan
No one knows her name, but now everyone wants to.
As an assistant publicist in Hollywood, Nicola spends her days (and nights) sweeping up the scandals of singers, movie stars, and TV actors. Fresh from Ohio, she’s rapidly discovering the real Hollywood is rotten under its glittering skin. Everyone is a hustler with a hard bottom line and a soap opera sob story.
When she breaks her own rules and starts dating a movie star, the Los Angeles scene starts to spill into her own life. As the paparazzi begin the hunt for sexy star Seamus O’Riordan’s new mystery girl, Nicola’s best friend Billy has her back while he prowls parties for the latest scoop to sell to the tabloids. Her roommate Kara keeps tabs on things too—in between befriending a former child star and transforming herself from stylist to reality TV sensation.
As the scandals pile up behind them, their pasts will be exposed… And every secret can be sold.
Written by two Hollywood insiders, the jaw-dropping scandals are real, but the names are not. And they’ll never tell.
Having a pull quote from Kristin Cavallari on the cover pretty accurately sums up the target demographic of this novel.
It’s not a bad book by any means. It’s just a very specific type of book for a specific mood. The authors do their best Jackie Collins impression and it mostly works out. Most of the characters lean a bit more towards being tropes than realism would call for, but that’s par for the celebrity gossip course. Which this is. Celebrity gossip. It’s the literary equivalent of gorging on rosé and popcorn. There’s no real nutritional value, but you have fun and won’t really regret it.
It was a great frothy beach read that I didn’t actually read on a beach.