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The Bitch
The Stud
The World Is Full Of Married Men
Hollywood Divorces
THE SANTANGELO NOVELS
Poor Little Bitch Girl
Drop Dead Beautiful
Dangerous Kiss
Vendetta: Lucky’s Revenge
Lady Boss
Lucky
Chances
First published in Great Britain by Simon & Schuster UK Ltd, 2011
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Chapter Sixty
Chapter Sixty-One
Chapter Sixty-Two
Chapter Sixty-Three
Chapter Sixty-Four
Chapter Sixty-Five
Chapter Sixty-Six
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Epilogue
Chapter One
It was early evening and the garden restaurant was only half-full. The patrons were trying to play it cool, because after all, this was L.A. and stars abounded. However, most of them couldn’t resist an occasional surreptitious glance over at Venus, the platinum-blonde, world famous superstar, as she picked at a chopped vegetable salad.
Sitting at the table with her was Lucky Santangelo, a dark-haired beauty who’d experienced her own share of controversial headlines and scandals over the years. Lucky – the former owner and head of Panther Studios – was a businesswoman supreme, who currently owned the luxurious hotel, casino and apartment complex, The Keys, in Las Vegas.
The two of them made a formidable couple. In Hollywood, where looks were everything, Venus and Lucky ruled. Venus with her in-your-face blondeness, startling blue eyes and toned and muscled shape. And Lucky – a dangerously seductive woman with blacker-than-night eyes, deep olive skin, full sensuous lips, a tangle of long jet hair and a lithe body.
‘I’m beginning to think you’re a sex addict,’ Lucky said lightly, smiling at her close friend.
‘Excuse me?’ Venus retorted, raising a perfectly arched and pencilled eyebrow. ‘Last week you called me a Cougar, and now I’m a sex addict. Seriously, Lucky?’
Pushing back her mane of unruly curls, Lucky grinned. ‘Yeah. I’m so wrong,’ she drawled sarcastically. ‘It wasn’t you who slept with your twenty-two-year-old co-star last week, and it wasn’t you who screwed your sixty-year-old director two days later.’
‘Oh please,’ Venus said, dismissively waving her hand in the air. ‘I’m getting a divorce, what do you expect me to do? Join a convent?’
‘That might be a touch extreme.’ Lucky smiled as she thought about Venus wreaking havoc in a convent. ‘But anyway – I’m sure you know what you’re doing.’
‘You bet your fine ass I do,’ Venus answered vehemently. ‘Billy is all over the internet and the magazines with that juvenile skank he’s supposedly hooked up with. Just like Cooper.’ She paused for a long thoughtful moment. ‘Another cheating rat. I sure know how to pick ’em.’
‘You certainly do,’ Lucky agreed, thinking that Cooper Turner, Venus’s husband before Billy Melina, was a whole different ball game. Cooper was a much older movie star with a Warren Beatty-style track record, and everyone had known that Cooper would eventually cheat. Billy – not so much. Even though Billy was thirteen years younger than Venus, he’d seemed thrilled to be with her. And why not? Like Madonna, Venus was a true original with legions of worldwide fans.
‘I cannot believe Billy turned out to be such a loser,’ Venus said, determined to verbally trash her soon-to-be ex.
‘Hardly a loser,’ Lucky couldn’t help pointing out. ‘His current movie has grossed over a hundred million. Not too shabby.’
‘Yeah, yeah, rub it in,’ Venus snapped irritably. ‘Billy’s career is on fire, but as a man I can assure you he turned out to be a big waste of
space.’ She narrowed her eyes. ‘And what’s up with you today? Shouldn’t you be agreeing with me, not regaling me with his box office?’
‘Hey – don’t say I didn’t warn you about marrying a much younger man,’ Lucky responded.
‘Billy isn’t that much younger,’ Venus insisted. ‘Anyway, it’s sure working for Demi and Ashton. Besides, I thought you liked him.’
‘I did,’ Lucky said carefully. ‘I mean, I still do. Only marrying a younger guy . . . it’s kind of a given that they’re bound to cheat.’
‘Oh thanks!’ Venus said, frowning. ‘When did you turn into Miz Cynical and a half?’
‘Not cynical, merely practical.’
‘Says you,’ Venus snorted.
‘You know I tell it like it is,’ Lucky said, picking up her wine glass and taking a sip.
‘Oh yes, we all know that about you. Nothing’s off limits.’
‘Very true. I believe in the truth.’
‘And I guess it works for you.’
Lucky regarded her brilliant friend, and wondered why any man who was fortunate enough to be with Venus would ever want to stray. Venus had it all – beauty, brains, and talent.
‘Exactly why are you divorcing Billy?’ she asked.
‘’Cause he—’
‘Cheated!’ They both finished the sentence together, then broke up laughing.
‘Well,’ Venus said sagely, ‘it was fun while it lasted. Eighteen months together and six months married. Now I’m almost free again, and believe me, it’s not such a bad thing. I enjoy being on my own. Living with Billy was like doing time in a frat house. It’s such a pleasure that I don’t have to pick up dirty socks and underwear from the floor, no endless midnight snacks everywhere, and I get full control of the remote.’
‘Surely you always had that?’
‘Actually I didn’t. You know me – when I wasn’t working I was busy playing wifey to the hilt, and you can see where it got me.’
‘Free to fuck your co-star, and your director,’ Lucky commented. ‘Not so bad.’
Venus gave a wicked smile. ‘I know. Shame we just finished shooting.’
‘You should fly to Vegas this weekend,’ Lucky suggested. ‘It’ll take your mind off all things Billy.’
‘What’s going on in Vegas – apart from your fantastic hotel?’
‘A board meeting of all my investors, and since you were one of the first, it would be great if you showed your face; everyone would really love it. And – even better – I’ve decided to throw an eighteenth birthday party for Max, although the brat is driving me crazy. She’s still carrying on about moving to New York.’
‘I cannot believe that Max is about to be eighteen. Little Maria, all grown up.’
‘Tell me about it,’ Lucky sighed. ‘Time goes too fast.’
‘You do realize that at eighteen there’s no way you can stop her from doing anything she wants?’
‘Unfortunately I understand that,’ Lucky said, nodding. ‘And if I know my Max, she’ll take full advantage.’
‘Hey – you were married young,’ Venus said brightly. ‘So maybe she’ll turn out to be street smart like you.’
‘Married off, you mean, by dear daddy Gino,’ Lucky said, shaking her head as if she still couldn’t quite believe that Gino had forced her into a marriage she didn’t want. ‘Can you imagine that Gino thought he was protecting me from my wild ways? What a joke that turned out to be!’
‘How come you didn’t fight it?’
‘I was sixteen,’ Lucky said, remembering the overwhelming rush of helplessness and dread she’d felt on her wedding day. ‘I guess I considered myself powerless to say no.’
‘C’mon, Lucky, it didn’t do you any harm,’ Venus said. ‘Just look at everything you’ve accomplished. You’ve built hotels, run a movie studio, had three kids, and you’re married to Mister Amazing. Admit it, you’re goddamn superwoman!’
‘No,’ Lucky answered after a thoughtful pause. ‘I’m a woman who took chances every inch of the way. I had to fight for my independence.’ A long beat. ‘Believe me, it wasn’t easy.’
‘Right,’ Venus said. ‘And that’s exactly why you and I understand each other so well. We both know that being a strong successful woman in this town can be a lonely and difficult path.’
‘Agreed,’ Lucky said. ‘You gotta kick ass like a guy, and get called a bitch for your trouble.’
‘Ain’t that the truth,’ Venus said.
‘But you know something?’ Lucky added. ‘I know who I am – and I wouldn’t have it any other way.’
‘Me too!’
‘I think we should drink to strong invincible women,’ Lucky said, raising her glass.
‘You got it, sister,’ Venus murmured.
They clinked glasses and smiled at each other.
‘I’ve been meaning to ask you,’ Lucky said. ‘Who’s getting the apartment at The Keys, you or Billy?’
‘Me, of course,’ Venus answered firmly. ‘I’ve already told my lawyer there’s no way I’m giving it up. It’s mine. Billy can go piss in the wind to get his hands on that piece of real estate.’
‘Glad to hear it. In this world you gotta claim what’s yours.’
‘Hell, yes. The apartment is in your hotel, and you’re my friend, so screw Billy.’
‘Right on!’ Lucky said, nodding her agreement.
After coffee and more conversation – mostly about what an asshole Billy was – Lucky signaled for the check.
A young waiter who’d been watching them all night, edged toward their table and presented it to her. Lucky threw down her black American Express card.
‘I guess that means it’s your turn,’ Venus said, removing a small gold compact from her oversized Chanel tote, and inspecting her flawless image. She knew there’d be a pack of paparazzi waiting for her exit, and there was nothing they liked better than catching a celebrity looking like crap. She wasn’t about to give them that pleasure.
The waiter hovered and cleared his throat. Although he was nervous, he saw an opportunity and he was seizing it – even if it meant getting fired should the manager catch him bothering a guest.
‘Excuse me, Miz uh . . .Venus,’ he ventured, stammering slightly. ‘I’ve uh, written a script that is so right for you. I was uh, hoping you might find time to read it.’
Venus threw him a look – the famous cool as an iced Martini look – her blue eyes raking him over.
Oh no, Lucky thought. Here we go. The diva is on the loose.
Venus didn’t disappoint. ‘Do I look like an agent?’ she purred. ‘Really?’
The waiter blanched, quickly picked up Lucky’s credit card plus the check, and slunk off.
‘Poor guy,’ Lucky said sympathetically. ‘He was merely taking a shot.’
‘Well, let him take a shot elsewhere,’ Venus said grandly. ‘I can’t stand being harassed when I’m trying to relax.’
‘Oh my God, you can be such a queen bitch!’ Lucky admonished. ‘Wouldn’t want to get on your wrong side.’
‘So be it,’ Venus said with a wry smile. ‘Shall we go?’
* * *
Seventeen-year-old Max Santangelo Golden could somehow or other wrangle her way into any club she wanted. Fake I.D. No problem. Lavish tips to the doormen. No problem. Cultivating a friendship with one of the promoters. No problem.
‘When it comes to getting in anywhere, I rule,’ Max often boasted.
Her two closest friends, Cookie, the chocolate-skinned daughter of soul-icon Gerald M., and Harry, the gay son of a TV network honcho, agreed with her. Ace, her on-again off-again boyfriend, was not so pleased. The L.A. club scene failed to enthrall him. He wasn’t into drinking, drugging and spotting out-of-control celebrities. But Max, at seventeen, loved every minute. Not that she drank much or did drugs, but she did get off on people-watching and dancing on tables. Music was her special thrill – especially rap and unknown British groups with wasted-looking lead singers. Oh yes, she was totally into lean and
mean. Ace was way hot and sexy, but sometimes Max considered him too nice a dude, and she often craved a more edgy relationship. Besides, Ace didn’t live in L.A. so he wasn’t always around when she wanted to do something with him.
‘Where’re we goin’ tonight?’ Cookie asked as she sat cross-legged on her messy bed picking at her green nail polish.
‘There’s a rave for some old rock group at the House of Blues,’ Harry said, speaking up. ‘’Spose we could crash if you’re up for it.’
Harry was the palest boy known to man, pallid-faced and skinny, with gelled and spiked hair dyed a ruthless black. It was only recently he’d emerged from the closet, although Max and Cookie had always known and totally accepted that he was gay. He had yet to come out to his controlling father who would probably disown him.
‘No can stand the House of Blues,’ Max opined, her brilliant green eyes flashing disapproval. ‘It’s always full of major wannabes; besides we’ll never make it into the Foundation Room.’
‘Why not?’ Cookie inquired, leaning over and reaching for a can of 7UP balanced precariously on the edge of a table.
‘Yeah, why not?’ Harry repeated. ‘Thought you could get in anywhere.’
‘Anywhere I want to,’ Max answered pointedly, tossing back clouds of wavy black hair. ‘Who needs the freaking Foundation Room? It’s always full of ancient rockers gulping down handfuls of Viagra. So not cool.’
Cookie let forth a manic giggle. ‘I bet my dad takes Viagra,’ she said, swigging 7UP from the can. ‘Bet he pops those pills by the dozen.’
‘All old guys do,’ Harry said with a knowing smirk. ‘They can’t get it up without ’em.’
‘Gross-out!’ Cookie squealed. ‘Don’t wanna think of my dad with a boner!’
Max decided that sometimes Cookie and Harry could be too much of a good thing. The three of them had grown up together, attended the same school, and shared some interesting and sometimes frightening experiences, but in a way she felt she’d outgrown them. As soon as she was eighteen, she planned on making a break for New York and freedom. Not that her parents weren’t great, but the two of them were a lot to live up to. Lucky – who’d achieved absolutely everything she’d ever wanted. And Lennie, a multi-talented writer/director who helmed all his own independent movies. Max was tired of being referred to as their daughter. Fed up with the pressure it put on her to do something spectacular with her life.