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      and her debut book, Hollywood Sinners

      ‘This summer’s hottest novel. Hollywood Sinners … is giving Jackie Collins a run for her money.’ That’s Life!

      ‘Sure to be a huge hit and perfect for the beach’

      Sun

      ‘We should’ve seen the twists in this sinful bonkbuster

      coming, but two of the surprises were so shocking that we

      ended up startling the other commuters on the bus!’

      Now

      ‘The heady mix of corruption, glamour, lust and power is

      guaranteed to keep you up late into the night.

      Get your scandal fix here!’

      Closer

      ‘This debut novel is full of sex, glamour and divas!’ 4 stars

      Star

      ‘Scandalous. Glamorous. Sexy. Victoria Fox’s sassy, sparkling

      debut puts the bonk back into bonkbuster!’

      Lovereading.co.uk

      ‘A juicy tale of glamour, corruption and ambition.

      A cracking read’

      Jo Rees, author of Platinum

      ‘A glorious, sexy story of high-octane Hollywood

      intrigue—I loved it.’

      Lulu Taylor, author of Heiresses and Beautiful Creatures

      ‘Just what the devil ordered—salacious secrets, illicit sex

      and wicked deception’

      J J Salem, author of The Strip and Tan Lines

      ‘For a trip to ultimate escapism, take the Jackie Collins

      freeway, turn left at Sexy Street, right at Scandal Boulevard.

      Your destination is Victoria Fox’s Hollywood.’

      dailyrecord.co.uk

       Lori

      Loriana Garcia Torres was reading a novel. It was a good one. The hero was about to enter, a brooding, misunderstood lover with vengeance in his heart.

      Dark hair fell over her face and she pulled the wild curls back with one hand, gathering them at the base of her neck. The Tres Hermanas beauty salon, a dusty-walled, graffiti-plastered enterprise in LA’s Eastside was, as usual, empty.

      Anita approached the counter. ‘Trash needs takin’ out,’ she sneered, her features contorted with their usual combination of spite and boredom. ‘Get to it.’

      Lori tore herself away. At seventeen, with skin the colour of the desert at sunrise and wide, thick-lashed gold-black eyes, she was sexy, even though—perhaps because—she had never had sex. Hers was an irresistible age. On the cusp of womanhood, she still possessed a childlike innocence that rendered her very Spanish beauty incomparable. Her stepsisters, themselves a few years older and with none of Lori’s charm or kindness, hated her for it.

      ‘I’ve been here since six,’ she replied. ‘This is my first break.’

      ‘This is my first break,’ Anita mimicked as she chewed gum with an open mouth. It was obscene, the way she did it, because she was wearing so much lipgloss. The hand on her hip was crowned with curled fingernails, each one several inches in length, and heavy hoops pulled fatly at her earlobes. ‘Been busy readin’ that garbage?’ She snatched the book, regarding its pages with disdain. ‘There’s jobs gotta be done round here, quit makin’ excuses.’

      ‘I’m not. I haven’t stopped all day …’ Lori trailed off under the scorch of Anita’s glare.

      ‘And you won’t now.’ Anita smiled sweetly and turned up the Jay-Z track on the radio. ‘Or I’ll tell Mama and Tony about Rico. And you wouldn’t want that, would you?’ Rico was Lori’s boyfriend. The Garcias could never find out she was seeing him—they’d go crazy.

      Lori’s gaze raked over Tres Hermanas: the cracked mirrors bolted to the walls; the sickly pink of the salon seats, damp and rubbery in the sticky summer heat, their mock leather peeling like sunburned skin; the stained porcelain bowls where she washed through all that tough hair; the acrid smell of ammonia. She hated it. Every second she was here she hated it.

      Life hadn’t been easy since her mother had died, ten years ago now. Tony, her father, had swiftly remarried, acquiring a new family: Anita and Rosa, jealous of her beauty and dead-set on making her life a misery, and a stepmother, Angélica, whose mean stare and sideways looks gave Lori the impression she could well do without the nuisance of a ready-made daughter. Unable to abandon the hopes and dreams of her parents, Lori had left school and joined the business, working till her bones ached and her feet blistered. It wasn’t enough. Her sisters’ attitude had driven clients away and now the salon was spiralling rapidly into debt and disrepair.

      Lori had no money and no prospects. The days were long and the pay virtually non-existent, and while Anita and Rosa wasted no time spending their share, on cheap clothes, cigarettes and men, Lori put hers straight back into the enterprise. She did it because she loved her father and she didn’t want him to suffer—not more than he already had.