In contrast, the other guests glistened in tanning oil. There they were, half-naked, with implausibly buoyant bosoms and supplemented bums and biceps, radiating a carefully constructed beauty; all of these individuals were in the film business or married to it. The women were skeletal; Anne assumed they had all…
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To say Anne was stunned when she was summoned to the winter home of Becky Nelson—head of production at a very well-known studio—would be an understatement. Becky had cut her teeth working for Anne’s father: nepotism, there was that inconvenient word again. Was this a real deal? Had it ever…
*** The beginning… *** and some of the sexy bits… *** Now, my angels… Not to be craven, or anything… But there are occasional ‘quakes in L.A., what with all the big egos and wait…is that another tremblor? I thought Spielberg dropped his wallet! I thought my husband finally picked…
Usually when I wake on Sunday mornings I have dim sum palaces on my mind: piles of jade green vegetables sauteed with shards of garlic, barbecued duck and scallions rolled in delicate pancakes, caramelized pan fried pork dumplings, rich golden custard tarts called dan ta and cup after cup after…
*** An excerpt from “It’s In His Kiss”… in which our heroine arrives in Palm Springs. by Vickie Lester While her father ran a media conglomerate, Uncle Manny (once a medical student whose aspirations shifted in the gore on the beaches of Normandy) drafted up skyscrapers, Spanish galleons, space ships,…