Laurie's 5th novel, "Four of Hearts", co-written with English specialist Sasha O'Connor, published by 'Whiskey Creek Press', debuted Sept. 4th 2007.
Whiskey Creek Press
Whiskey Creek Press
"Four of Hearts" is the no-holds-barred account of four girlfriends and their spicy, dicey escapades in Hollywood as they seek fortune and fame. What starts out as all fun and games, however, eventually leads to the most ruthless rivalry Tinseltown has seen in a long, long time.
With a biting sense of humor, edgy dialogue, and an energetic, fast-paced write, ‘Four of Hearts’ is sure to capture the imagination of the reader and whisk them off to the glitter and glam, topsy-turvy world of the most backstabbbing power players in Hollywood.
Sierra King, Layne Sullivan, Bobbi Carnes, and Robin Peters, have been the best of friends since early childhood, avoiding their problematic family issues by raising hell and breaking hearts. But when graduation night arrives, it’s time to get serious, and upon making a heartfelt pact to forever maintain their special bond of friendship, they set out for LA in search of high-profile careers in the entertainment industry. But Hollywood cares little for nurturing relationships. It's about power and pride, fortune and fame, and soon the girls find themselves pitted agaist one another in a cut-throat climb to the top. Egos, morals, and addictions collide as they out-scheme and out-bid one another, and when one finally loses big, it's anyone's guess as to how the rest will play the had they're dealt.
But crying she was, and so hard that it was impairing her vision as she retrieved her keys from the valet and then ran towards her car. Sliding into the driver’s seat, Bobbi checked the glove compartment for tissues, and when she came up empty, she searched her jacket pocket once again. Realizing that she’d used her last one to stop her latest nosebleed, she wiped her eyes along the sleeve of her tux, smearing her make-up across her entire face in the process. Then she roared out of the parking lot like a fire truck on its way to an inferno, and headed in the direction of home. She had no idea what she was going to do when she got there - she only knew that she couldn’t remain at the awards presentations any longer. She’d had too much to drink before she’d left her house, and the cocaine she’d snorted was causing her heart to thump violently. Together, they'd produced a strange sensation that made her feel restless and ill. It was sickliest high she’d ever experienced, and the last snort she’d taken in the washroom at the auditorium had only made things worse. With so many thoughts racing through her mind, they were melting together like one big incoherent mess. She couldn’t understand how she, or any of her friends, had ended up where they were, especially on what was supposed to be the biggest night of their careers. Why had they allowed themselves to become such enemies, and how had they managed to sink to such a despicable level of mud-slinging and back-stabbing? On a personal note, what had possessed her to get so deep in debt that she’d sold out to Nick Orico, and why was she so far gone with her drug addiction that her whole world was spinning out of control?
Suddenly fearful that she was going to vomit, Bobbi promptly began looking for a place to pull over in the Hollywood Hills. But as she navigated the tight twists and turns of the narrow road with such impaired vision, she found herself quickly becoming dizzy. Her cloudy tears and the lights of the city so far below her only intensified the feeling, and soon she felt the front tires of her sleek Jag kicking up dirt and gravel as she left the pavement and strayed onto the soft shoulder. In an effort to pull back onto the blacktop she jerked the steering wheel away from the edge of the road, but she ended up over-correcting her mistake and, in doing so, she completely missed the next sharp turn. Distracted by yet another intense wave of nausea, it took a moment for her to realize she was airborne....... and then the plummet began.