Hollywood Divorces - Softcover

Collins, Jackie

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0743404076 ISBN 13: 9780743404075

Publisher: Pocket Star Books, 2004

Synopsis

SHELBY, LOLA AND CAT. THREE WOMEN. THREE DAZZLING CAREERS. THREE IMMINENT DIVORCES. HOLLYWOOD DIVORCES takes you behind the scenes of the Hollywood divorce wars with stories ripped from the headlines. Sex, scandal, drugs and power - HOLLYWOOD DIVORCES covers every decadent minute. SHELBY, LOLA and CAT. Three unforgettable, strong women making their way along the treacherous trails of divorce and coming out on top. Three beautiful and sexy women, determined to get things done their way, and succeeding against all odds.

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There have been many imitators, but only Jackie Collins can tell you what really goes on in the fastest lane of all. From Beverly Hills bedrooms to a raunchy prowl along the streets of Hollywood; from glittering rock parties and concerts to stretch limos and the mansions of the power brokers -- Jackie Collins chronicles the real truth from the inside looking out. Jackie Collins has been called a "raunchy moralist" by the late director Louis Malle and "Hollywood's own Marcel Proust" by Vanity Fair magazine. With over 400 million copies of her books sold in more than 40 countries, and with some twenty-seven New York Times bestsellers to her credit, Jackie Collins is one of the world's top-selling novelists. She is known for giving her readers an unrivaled insiders knowledge of Hollywood and the glamorous lives and loves of the rich, famous, and infamous! "I write about real people in disguise," she says. "If anything, my characters are toned down -- the truth is much more bizarre." Jackie Collins started writing as a teenager, making up steamy stories her schoolmates paid to devour. Her first book, The World is Full of Married Men, became a sensational bestseller because of its open sexuality and the way it dealt honestly with the double standard. After that came The Stud, Sinners, The Love Killers, The World is Full of Divorced Women, The Bitch, Lovers And Gamblers, Chances, and then the international sensation, Hollywood Wives -- a #1 New York Times bestseller, which was made into one of ABC's highest-rated miniseries starring Anthony Hopkins and Candice Bergen. The Stud, The World is Full of Married Men, and The Bitch were also filmed -- this time for the big screen. And Jackie wrote an original movie, Yesterday's Hero, starring Ian McShane and Suzanne Somers. Readers couldn't wait to race through Lucky, her next book -- a sequel to Chances -- and the story of an incredibly beautiful, strong woman, another New York Times number one. Then came the bad boys of Hollywood in the steamy Hollywood Husbands -- a novel which kept everyone guessing the identities of the true-to-life Hollywood characters. Jackie then wrote Rock Star -- the story of three rock superstars and their rise to the top, followed by the long-waited sequel to Chances and Lucky -- Lady Boss -- tracking the further adventures of the wild and powerful Lucky Santangelo as she takes control of a Hollywood studio. Both Lucky and Chances were written and adapted for NBC television by Jackie, who also executive produced the highly successful six-hour miniseries Lucky/Chances, starring Nicollete Sheridan and Sandra Bullock. In 1992, she produced and wrote the four hour miniseries, Lady Boss, which became another huge ratings success for NBC. Lady Boss starred Kim Delaney. Next came American Star, a love story, which the Los Angeles Times described as "classic Collins." And then the dangerously close to the truth Hollywood Kids -- a story of power, sex, danger and ambition among the grown offspring of major celebrities. In 1996 Vendetta - Lucky's Revenge was published -- and became an immediate New York Times bestseller. And then in 1998, Jackie hosted her own daily television show, Jackie Collins Hollywood. A combination of fun, style and interviews, Jackie talked to everyone from George Clooney to Jennifer Lopez. After that she wrote L.A. Connections -- a four-part serial novel published one per month -- Power, Obsession, Murder and Revenge. In 1999 came Dangerous Kiss -- the return of Lucky Santangelo in a bestselling novel about relationships, addiction, fear and lust. In the year 2000, Lethal Seduction became the first bestseller for Jackie Collins in the new millennium. This tale of erotic suspense and glamorous intrigue featured Madison Castelli, a character first introduced in the L.A. Connections series. Hollywood Wives - The New Generation became a blockbuster bestseller in 2001, following in the footsteps of the original Hollywood Wives. Hollywood Wives - The New Generation featured a brand new cast of characters and a totally fresh perspective on how women pursue power, love, sex, and success in Tinsletown today. In 2003 Jackie produced the TV movie of Hollywood Wives - The New Generation for CBS. Wives starred Farrah Fawcett, Robin Givens, Jack Scalia and Melissa Gilbert. In June 2002, New York flash, L.A. trash and a Mafia don meet head-on in Deadly Embrace. This sexy tale of dangerous passion and suspense features heroine Madison Castelli and is both a prequel and a sequel to her adventures in the bestselling Lethal Seduction. In 2003 came the bestselling Hollywood Divorces, the story of three very different women. Followed in 2005 by Lovers and Players -- a story of family conflicts, three brothers and their billionaire father, a beautiful heiress, a hip-hop mogul, Russian call girls, illegitimate children and two murders. This all takes place over seven days in New York, and is another New York Times bestseller. Drop Dead Beautiful -- The Continuing Adventures of Lucky Santangelo was published in 2007. Lucky came back with a vengeance -- bolder and more beautiful than ever! In Drop Dead Beautiful Lucky meets old friends and enemies, and deals with her wild sixteen-year-old daughter, Max, who is as stubborn and strong as her mom. Lucky plans to return to Las Vegas and build an amazing billion dollar hotel complex. But when she does... the trouble really begins... Next came Married Lovers, a powerful look at the ins and outs of marriage in L.A. It's also the story of an under-age Russian girl who becomes involved in the sex trade, and eventually arrives in Hollywood and causes major trouble. Poor Little Bitch Girl is Jackie's latest book to be published February 9, 2010. The story of three very different women who all went to high school together. Denver Jones - a twenty-five year old kick ass associate lawyer in L.A. Carolyn Henderson - assistant to a powerful married Senator in Washington. And Annabelle Maestro - daughter of movie star parents, who has carved out a niche for herself as a much in demand New York madame running call girls. And then there is Bobby Santangelo - Lucky's hot sexy son, with mucho style, looks and money. Everyone wants Bobby... Throw into the mix a raunchy agent, a sixteen year old gangbanger's girlfriend, an older superstar on the prowl, and a lethal murder... Poor Little Bitch Girl. A guilty pleasure. Ms. Collins lives in Los Angeles, California. Her hobbies are soul music, taking photographs and driving to exotic locations so that she can write about them later. Jackie Colllins is currently working on a new novel, Goddess of Vengeance, the return of Lucky Santangelo. And she is also writing a play, Jackie Collins Hollywood Lies.

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Chapter 1

Shelby Cheney took a long, deep breath and prepared to make her entrance. Head up. Shoulders back. Superwatt smile. Artfully windswept shoulder-length raven hair. Dazzling Badgley Mishka lace gown cut down to Cuba. Diamonds at her throat and ears. Movie star husband by her side.

Shelby Cheney had it all. Or did she?

Tonight she was at the Cannes Film Festival with her husband, Linc Blackwood. Each had a movie to promote.

Hers: an edgy drama about a woman on the brink of a total collapse -- a thirty-something sex addict who reveals more than her mental breakdown on-screen, with nobody around to help her. And of course, one blistering sex scene, because Shelby had all the attributes; and since this movie smelled of an Oscar nomination, she hadn't minded showing them.

His: a tough-guy superhero movie. Hard-boiled cop. Sexy. Sardonic. A sequel to his two previous blockbuster hits playing the same character. Linc Blackwood, once one of the highest-paid box office stars in the world, was still up there.

Tonight Linc wore a midnight blue Armani tuxedo with a dark blue silk shirt. No tie. Muscular body. Clouded green eyes. Longish dark hair. Stubbled chin. Crooked nose -- broken in a fight or two before he was famous and powerful enough to insist on a double for his more dangerous stunts.

Shelby and Linc. A movie star couple set to thrill the throngs of fans who eagerly watched them as they made their way -- flanked by various publicity people and assorted flacks -- into the Palais des Festivals, where Shelby's film, Rapture, was about to be shown.

"Shit," Linc mumbled under his breath, waving at the paparazzi while flashing his trademark grin. "I need a fuckin' drink."

"No you don't," Shelby managed to reply, as she smiled for the assorted cameras and TV crews lined up three deep, all shoving and struggling for the best shots.

Linc's drinking was a big bone of contention between them. He'd been in rehab twice. It hadn't done him much good -- he was still a hard boozer whenever the mood took him. And tonight the mood was definitely taking him.

Shelby knew he'd had a couple of shots at the hotel, and now he was muttering that he wanted more. This was not a good sign. She had hoped to relax and enjoy the night, but if Linc was on the prowl, she'd have to spend the evening watching him to make sure he didn't embarrass them both -- something he was quite capable of doing. When Linc got drunk it was disaster time. He either became belligerent and ready to pick a fight, or got compulsively amorous, flirting outrageously with every woman in sight. Both were equally unappealing traits.

Damn! Why couldn't she simply revel in her triumph? Because everyone had assured her that her performance in Rapture was a triumph -- everyone except Linc, who'd seen a rough cut of her movie and immediately remarked that she looked tired and drawn and that the cinematographer hadn't lit her well.

Didn't he get it? She was playing a woman on the verge; she wasn't supposed to look her usual, gorgeous self.

The truth was that even though he'd never admit it, Linc was jealous, eaten up with envy that she was starring in a movie that was destined to receive critical acclaim and box office success -- a combination he'd never quite managed to achieve.

The one thing Linc craved was respect and acknowledgment for his acting talent, not merely his physical antics. His movies still made megamillions, but his reviews were abysmal. This drove him slightly crazy -- especially now that Shelby was about to make a major impact as a serious actress. She had no doubt he loved her, but things were about to change for her careerwise, and she wasn't sure how Linc would take it.

Sometimes she worried that maybe she should give it all up, stay home, and do nothing but look after Linc, because even after four years of a somewhat turbulent marriage, she still loved him, in spite of his drinking and womanizing and going off on binges with his gang of asshole buddies, whom she'd never been able to persuade him to get rid of. Lurking within the macho movie star was a little boy lost, and the little boy was always there, sweet and needy and -- most important -- all hers. Especially at night when they were in bed together and she snuggled up behind him and fell asleep breathing his smell, feeling his warmth, loving every inch of him. It wasn't all about sex, and Shelby liked that. Linc was her man, and she desperately hoped that he always would be.

Nobody knew the real Linc except her. Nobody had any clue about his abusive childhood, with a father who'd beaten him daily when the old man wasn't busy battering Linc's mother, a gentle woman who was simply not capable of protecting her only son from a man who victimized them both.

Linc had one sister, Connie, who, at forty-eight, was six years older than her brother. They shared a tough family history. When Linc was twelve his dad had beaten his mom to death, then turned the gun on himself -- blowing his brains out all over the kitchen walls, leaving Connie and Linc to fend for themselves.

To her credit, Connie had never let her brother down. She'd taken a job as a waitress, managing to keep him out of foster homes until he'd run off to L.A. at the age of seventeen and started on the long and sometimes treacherous road to success. Connie was a dedicated lesbian who refused to have anything to do with men. She lived with her girlfriend, Suki, on a ranch in Montana -- bought for her by Linc. The two of them rarely left it.

On his own, Linc had achieved phenomenal success, and Shelby loved and admired him for it. On the other hand, Linc Blackwood was a handful, and Shelby wasn't sure how long she could continue putting up with all his games.

She wanted a baby.

He didn't.

She wanted to lead a less public life.

He didn't.

She wanted him not to flirt with every woman who gave him the "available" signal. And they all did. Linc was a movie star; he might as well have FUCK ME emblazoned on his forehead.

Shelby, however, was completely loyal to him. It wasn't part of her moral code to even contemplate having an affair. Her parents had been together forty years, and they still held hands, exchanged loving looks, and indulged in secret conversations. She often dreamed of a marriage as good as theirs.

"Shelby!" screamed the photographers. "Over here! Look over here! Shelby! Shelby! Shelby!"

As their pleas grew more frantic, Shelby obliged, turning her head this way and that, holding everything in, making sure she didn't fall out of her daringly low-cut gown. She tossed back her mane of raven hair, her hazel eyes wide and appealing. Image was incredibly important, and even though Shelby was only thirty-two, she was well aware of the hordes of up-and-coming actresses rabid for their chance at stardom. They all wanted to be her. They all wanted to have her career, be married to a movie star, and live in a magnificent Beverly Hills mansion.

Tough luck, girls, she thought, smile fixed firmly in place. Linc Blackwood is mine. All mine. And in spite of his many shortcomings, I definitely intend to hold on to him. So back off. Linc Blackwood is taken.

"I want Linc Blackwood," Lola Sanchez said in her low-down, husky voice, not looking at Elliott Finerman, the producer of her upcoming movie, who sat in the back of the limo next to her, while her husband, Matt Seel, a former professional tennis player, perched opposite them, sitting beside her publicist, Faye Margolis.

"We've gone over this a dozen times," Elliott said, barely able to contain his annoyance. "I was thinking Ben Affleck or Matthew Mc -- "

"No!" Lola interrupted sharply. "I want Linc Blackwood. And if you can't or won't get him, then I suggest you find yourself another leading lady."

Bitch! Elliott thought. Who do you think you are? Four years ago you were a waitress at Denny's, now you're telling me what to do. Me, Elliott Finerman, producer of over thirty successful movies.

"Well?" Lola demanded imperiously, tilting her pointed chin.

"If you insist, sweetie," Elliott said, forcing himself to sound calm. "However, I do think -- "

"Fine," she said, cutting him off again. "Then if Linc says yes, we're all set."

Elliott stared out the car window. It was glaringly obvious that this diva couldn't care less what he thought. It was all Anna Cameron's fault. Anna, head honcho at Live Studios, had agreed to green-light his latest movie, New York State of Mind, only if he signed Lola Sanchez. And Lola had agreed to sign only if she had leading-man approval.

"Give it to her," Anna had said. "You and I will steer her in the right direction."

Sure, Elliott thought bitterly. Some right direction.

From the get-go Lola had started mentioning Linc Blackwood. He'd honestly believed that he could sweet-talk her out of her choice, but no, Lola wanted Linc, and she was one determined, spoiled, full-of-her-own-importance movie star.

Elliott couldn't understand why she was so insistent. She didn't even know Linc, and when she did get to meet him, she'd be sorry. Linc Blackwood was trouble, making outrageous demands on the set and screwing other men's wives when he thought he could get away with it. Elliott had personal experience with the way Linc operated. He used some of the oldest lines going, and yet women still fell for them. Not that they needed much pushing -- when it came to movie stars, women were open-leg city, ready to give it up for a glance, a smile. Elliott should know; his ex had been no exception. Lynsey Fraser, a pretty but easily influenced young actress. Three months after marrying her he'd foolishly given her a minor role in one of his movies that starred Linc Blackwood. A week of location later he'd caught her servicing Linc with a blow job in his trailer.

That had been ten years and one divorce ago. Needless to say, Elliott had chosen not to work with Linc since.

Elliott felt sorry for Shelby Cheney. She was a very talented actress and an extremely desirable woman, although obviously not too smart, because apparently she was completely unaware of what a cheating piece of crap her husband really was.

"If you're absolutely sure -- ," Elliott began, in an uptight voice.

"Yes!" Lola snapped, not giving him time to finish his sentence. "I'm sure."

Elliott fumed. Diva cunt! America thought she was such a sweet and sexy piece, when in fact she was a twenty-four-year-old killer bitch who happened to have been blessed with long legs, big breasts, full sensual lips, glowing skin, and a stone-cold heart. America was in love with her legs, her lips, and her wide, appealing smile. They remained unaware of her failings as a human being.

On second thought, Elliott mused, maybe Lola and Linc deserved each other. Between the two of them they could self-destruct their way out of the business. As long as New York State of Mind was a box office smash, what did he care? Let them create chaos and garner major publicity. After the movie was launched they could ruin each other's miserable lives.

Movie stars! A bunch of overinflated assholes with a short shelf life. Five years down the line people would be saying, "Lola who?"

Unfortunately, Linc Blackwood would probably always be around. Like Stallone, Willis, and Schwarzenegger, he was a survivor in a tough business. Plus his movies still made money, especially in foreign and video and DVD sales.

"We're almost there," Faye Margolis announced. Faye was a formidable woman in her late forties, with iron gray bobbed hair and an unbeatable knowledge of the P.R. business. Any celebrity in Faye's care was guaranteed maximum exposure and copy approval. Faye protected her select list of clients with a fierce loyalty.

"How do I look?" Lola asked, exhibiting a rare flash of insecurity.

"Hot!" enthused Matt, who was quite hot himself, with his athlete's body, long dirty-blond hair, and small Vandyke beard.

Lola ignored him. "Faye?" she asked tentatively.

"Make sure you stand up straight," Faye ordered in her smoke-enhanced voice. "That dress is a walking hazard, and don't you forget it, or your breast'll fall out."

Lola giggled. Only Faye could get away with speaking to her in such a fashion. Now that she was a big star she demanded respect from all who came in contact with her.

"If her tits fall out she'll make every front page in France," Matt sniggered.

"Don't you mean the world?" Lola corrected, throwing him a withering glance.

"If you say so, honey," Matt agreed, suitably abashed.

They had been married for five months. As far as Lola was concerned the honeymoon phase was way over, although Matt had yet to realize it.

They'd gotten married on a billionaire's Malibu estate in a blaze of publicity, with helicopters hovering overhead, paparazzi hanging out of trees, and a star-studded guest list of people they hardly knew. An English magazine paid two million dollars for exclusive pictures of the happy couple, and Faye had made sure that everything happened exactly the way she planned it. "No mistakes" was Faye's motto, and anyone who made one was permanently off Faye's extensive payroll.

Lola wasn't quite so thrilled anymore. She got bored easily, and apart from beachboy looks and a buff body, Matt did not bring a lot to the party. He'd given up professional tennis, preferring to leech off her. When she'd complained about his lack of activity, he'd assured her that he was writing a screenplay, and also planning to take acting classes.

Great! Why hadn't he confided that he had aspirations to be in show business before she'd married him?

Here's what he didn't know. She married him only to preserve her public image as the sexy superstar of the new millennium. Forget about Halle Berry, Jennifer Lopez, and Angelina Jolie. Lola Sanchez was it, and she had to keep her credibility level right up there. Before her marriage to Matt, she'd been indulging in a high-profile romance with Tony Alvarez, a brilliant Latino movie director who some considered to be the Pedro Almodóvar of his generation, except Tony was a product of the Bronx, so the three movies he'd directed were pure Americana with an edge.

Tony's problem was that he had an ongoing drug habit, and in spite of a couple of well-publicized arrests for possession, and a lengthy probation, he still managed to get into trouble. Once his bad-boy ways began reflecting negatively on Lola's image, her advisers had warned her that she'd better distance herself from him, as it was becoming increasingly possible that he might have to serve a few months in jail for supposedly dealing -- which everyone knew was bullshit, but since Tony was a celebrity, the authorities had to look like they were doing something.

Lola, ever mindful of her public image, had reluctantly broken off their engage...

About this edition

• Publisher: Pocket Star Books
• Publication date: 2004
• ISBN 10: 0743404076
• ISBN 13: 9780743404075
• Binding: Paperback