The ripsnorter sequel to Hollywood Girls Club
revolves around sex and plastic surgery secrets that, if revealed, would destroy movie queen Celeste “Cici” Solange and likely “sink movie studios” and “destroy high-power industry marriages.” If that sounds like fun, it is. “Our world, our business, has nothing to do with substance or reality,” lectures Kiki Dee, the bad-ass publicist who collects stars’ secrets like Donald Trump amasses real estate. But superficial doesn’t come cheap in Hollywood, where A-lister Cici covertly goes under the knife knowing “her public expected her to personify youth and to age gracefully” and that aging gracefully “meant aging very little at all.” The surfacing of Cici’s other secret—a sex tape made by her ex—sets off a madcap plan to get it back before it hits big on the internet or her husband (and Worldwide Pictures honcho) Ted Robinoff finds out that it exists. Along the way, screenwriter Mary Anne Meyers rises to celebrity on the arm of screen idol Holden Humphrey; Jessica Caufield transitions from agent to big-time manager-producer-wife-and-mom; and production chief Lydia Albright’s uncertain about her future. Marr’s prose is fast and sharp, and she keeps the plots flying. (Apr.)
