Jo Montfort is beautiful and rich, and soon—like all the girls in her class—she’ll graduate from finishing school and be married off to a wealthy bachelor. Which is the last thing she wants. Jo secretly dreams of becoming a writer—a newspaper reporter like the trailblazing Nellie Bly.
Wild aspirations aside, Jo’s life seems perfect until tragedy strikes: her father is found dead. Charles Montfort accidentally shot himself while cleaning his revolver. One of New York City’s wealthiest men, he owned a newspaper and was partner in a massive shipping firm, and Jo knows he was far too smart to clean a loaded gun.Read More
Layla Harrison wants to leave her beach-bum days for digs behind a reporter’s desk. Aster Amirpour wants to scream at the next casting director who tells her “we need ethnic but not your kind of ethnic.” Tommy Phillips dreams of buying a twelve-string guitar and using it to shred his way back into his famous absentee dad’s life.
But Madison Brooks took destiny and made it her bitch a long time ago.
She’s Hollywood’s hottest starlet, and the things she did to become the name on everyone’s lips are merely a stain on the pavement, ground beneath her Louboutin heel.
That is, until Layla, Aster, and Tommy find themselves with a VIP invite to the glamorous and gritty world of Los Angeles’s nightlife and lured into a high-stakes competition where Madison Brooks is the target. Just as their hopes begin to gleam like stars through the California smog, Madison Brooks goes missing. . . . And all of their hopes are blacked out in the haze of their lies.Read More
When I was about 8 years old, I had this whole idea about creating a website dedicated to recommending books. I didn’t know anyone my age who loved reading as much as I did and the thought of being able to recommend, be recommended and talk about books was, in my opinion, revolutionary. I was in love with the idea. I was so ridiculously excited about the prospect of my own bookish website. Only, there were a few problems. Firstly, I was an 8 year old who thought she knew everything about the world of computers simple because I knew what ‘WordArt’ was. Secondly, it was the early 2000’s. My idea got as far as my Dad asking for advice from a work colleague about creating my website. It turned out at that point in time websites were not only nearly impossible to create on your own but they cost A LOT. And that was the end of that. Since I was only 8, I didn’t mourn the loss of my ‘genius’ idea for too long and pretty soon I was dedicating my life to Pirates of the Caribbean, naturally..? The idea was mostly pretty much left to rest. Yes, every now and then I would feel a twinge of regret, wondering what could have been but then Captain Jack Sparrow would sacrifice himself to the Kraken and all would be forgotten.