Its In His Kiss. Questo articolo non è disponibile.
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Lingua: inglese
Editore: Beguiling Books, 2014
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Codice articolo 00051310894
- Titolo
- Its In His Kiss
- Autore
- Lester, Vickie
- Editore
- Beguiling Books
- Anno di pubblicazione
- 2014
- Condizione
- Very Good
- Rilegatura
- Brossura
- Lingua
- inglese
- ISBN 10
- 069220721X
- ISBN 13
- 9780692207215
Hollywood. The Dream Factory A camera-ready world of fantasy fulfilled, artifice and bone-deep glamour — or a place of dark reality, depthless closets, failed love, false prophets and untimely death. Anne Brown must find where the truth lies. Truth. Lies. It’s in his kiss. Vickie Lester has written the ultimate Hollywood insider murder-mystery with gasp-worthy plot twists and plenty of delicious, naughty moments. It’s In His Kiss roams from the dark underbelly of Palm Springs to the power canyons of Hollywood. Everyone has a secret: once-wealthy moguls, studio executives with double lives, wry East Coast novelists plunged into intrigue, uneasily blended families and a certain church that likes to keep its movie colony types in check. A must read that you won’t want to put down until its final brilliant conclusion.
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Informazioni sull’autore
I am the author of “It’s in His Kiss”. Let’s start with a little background on how I came to write my first novel, I used to write screenplays. Horrid, arty, little things, that were praised for their characterization and literary tone, and were optioned again and again, but never made into movies. Perhaps, because they were neither commercial or cinematic? That’s a pretty good guess, if I don’t say so myself. My people came from Moscow and a London slum called Whitechapel. When the British portion of the family arrived in New York they headed out to Seattle by train, way before the plane was invented. Finding only rain, and more rain, mud, and wooden planks for sidewalks (a segment of which appeared to be an orange crate from sunny California) they immediately booked tickets south… Or, so the story goes. And thus, my father’s grandparents came to LA. Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for keeping an eye on Hollywood.
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