The wrap-up to the Jessica Fairbanks series catches up all three books in one. It's definitely the best of the bunch.
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She's back!!! After two years hiatus from Hollywood, actress/producer Jessica Fairbanks returns to LA determined to pick up where she left off. Anxious to resume her career on the big screen, she accepts the lead role in "Wild Side", a big-budget movie about good-time rock and roll, and soon all the trappings of Tinseltown engulf her and her family once again. Addiction, adultery, and ambiguity leave her head spinning, but this time it isn't just Hollywood, its game and its players that conspire to make her life a living hell - it's also a psychopath whose sole mission is to teach her a lethal lesson.
Pulling up to a stop light, Marshall turned to look at the curveous blonde in the seat beside him. The streetlights shone brightly into the car window, illuminating her face and allowing him to see her much better than he had inside the darkened bar. Noting her smallish eyes, thin lips and ultra-thick make-up, he began to wonder why he'd ever thought she looked like Jessie. And all at once he realized how pathetic he was for trying to find a substitute to take home with him.
"Do you mind very much if I call off our little escapade?" he asked, as he turned away from her, shame filling his his eyes, as well as his voice. "No offense, but I'd probably be better off alone tonight, to do some thinking."
Feeling sorry for him, the blonde looked around at the street signs, trying to get a feel for where they were.
"Sure, it's alright with me. Who am I to interfere with a broken heart?" she replied all-knowingly. "The only problem is, I live in Laurel Canyon, and I don't think we're anywhere close to there. I can't exactly walk it, and I don't have cab money."
Marshall realized he couldn't leave the girl stranded and had no choice but to take her home. Reluctantly, he turned in the direction of the Hollywood Hills and drove in silence for the next few miles. Along the way he became aware of car following his every turn, and as he reached the canyon he became concerned at just how closely it was tailing his bumper.
"By any chance do you have a jealous boyfriend, who may have followed you to the bar tonight?" he asked.
"Because I think someone is following us," he responded.
Turning his attention back to the rear view mirror, he noticed the daunting vehicle was minus its front license plate, and as it occured to him the car was quite ready for the junkyard, it suddenly crashed into them from behind and sent them lurching forward.
"Oh my God!" the blonde shrieked, as she smacked into the dashboard. "What's that idiot doing?!"
Again the car hit them, causing them to fishtail for several yards. Instinctively Marshall tightened his grip on the wheel and managed to straighten out his Mercedes. Nevertheless, his control over the vehicle was short-lived when all at once they were hit broadside as the car pulled up alongside them.
"Holy shit!" Marshall hollered, realizing they were in serious trouble. "What's this son of a bitch trying to prove?!"
As he fought to keep his car on the road, his mind spun out of control, trying to think of anyone who might have a score to settle with him. Unable to come up with a name of any known enemy, he assumed the car was driven by someone who was after the blonde.
"Could it be an ex-boyfriend?" he demanded frantically. "Think, think!"
"I swear, it's nobody I know. My ex lives in New York, and I've been single since I moved to L.A," she squealed hysterically. "All I know for sure is you'd better do something fast, or we're going to end up at the bottom of the canyon."
Thinking quickly, Marshall slammed on the brakes, causing the mysterious car to shoot past them.
"Don't stop here!" the blonde screamed. "There's no exit anywhere, and it's a straight drop down the canyon on my side of the car."
Completely panicked, Marshall threw the gearshift back into drive, and just as he attempted to pull a fast and dangerous U-turn, he saw the strange vehicle barreling toward them in reverse. Gunning the engine, the Mercedes choked and then stalled from the sudden overload of gas, and as Marshall and the blonde screamed and tensed their bodies, waiting for the inevitable impact, the car slammed into them with a thundering crash. The gut-wrenching metal-on-metal crunch echoed throughout the canyon and was quickly followed by the sound of Marshall's car rolling end over end down the cliff in the blackness of the night.