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Informationen zum Autor Jackie Collins has been called a "raunchy moralist" by the director Louis Malle and "Hollywood's own Marcel Proust" by Vanity Fair . With over 500 million copies of her books sold in more than forty countries, and with thirty-two New York Times bestsellers to her credit, she is one of the world's top-selling novelists. Six of her novels have been adapted for film or TV. Collins was awarded an OBE (Order of the British Empire) by the Queen of England in 2013 for her services to literature and charity. When accepting the honor she said to the Queen, "Not bad for a school drop-out"--a revelation capturing her belief that both passion and determination can lead to big dreams coming true. She lived in Beverly Hills where she had a front-row seat to the lives she so accurately captured in her compulsive plotlines. She was a creative force, a trailblazer for women in fiction, and in her own words "a kick-ass writer!" Her fascinating life as a writer and icon is explored in the CNN Films and Netflix documentary Lady Boss: The Jackie Collins Story. Discover more at JackieCollins.com. Klappentext She's a California princess living on the wild side. He's the son of a star, about to set the screen on fire. They're ravishing and rich--the children of Hollywood royalty living out the American dream. And a serial killer stalks their every step. National ads/media. Leseprobe Chapter One: What a movie!" "Quite unusual." "Jordan, my pal, you've got another smash." The praise came fast and furious. Jordan Levitt and his wife of six months, Kim, reveled in it as they stood at the massive front door of their Bel Air estate, saying goodbye to their guests. Dinner and a private screening at the Levitts' was a weekly event. Only tonight was more of an event than usual, because Jordan, a veteran producer, had just screened his latest production. Kim squeezed her husband's arm and gazed up at him adoringly. She was softly pretty, with flowing light brown hair and winsome features. At twenty-two, she was younger than his only daughter. "They loved it," she whispered excitedly. "And so did I. Oh, Jordan, you're so clever." Jordan smiled down at his new bride. He was a powerful-looking man -- over six feet tall, with a shock of unruly gray hair, craggy features, and a deeply lined tanned face. Soon he would be sixty-two -- like Clint Eastwood, age suited him. "You never know," he said modestly. "I do," Kim replied, her eyes never leaving his. "It's a surefire hit." He put his arm around Kim, walking her back into the house. "It doesn't matter what this group thinks," he said. "The public make their own decisions." "Not only clever, but oh sooo wise," Kim murmured, tilting her head to gaze up at him. "I wish I had time to write down everything you said. You always make such perfect sense." Jordan kept smiling. With a woman like Kim to feed his ego, he never stopped. "Piece of crap." "Boring!" "I fell asleep. "Jordan's really lost it on this one." So went the conversation as the guests got into their respective cars, parked in the Levitts' driveway. Sharleen Wynn Brooks was particularly vocal. A voluptuous redheaded movie star of thirty-five, she seemed to take great pleasure in pulling her ex-lover Jordan's movie to shreds frame by frame. Her Oscar-winning director husband, Mac Brooks, laughed as he got behind the wheel of their yellow Rolls Corniche. At forty-three, Mac was handsome in a rumpled, been-around-the-block way. He had curly brown hair and a once broken nose that told tales of his past-way back when, he was an amateur boxer in Brooklyn. "Come on, baby-tell me what you really think," he urged, patting her knee affectionately. "Don't hold back....
