To Max Stubblefield.
Little of what I have today would be possible without your guidance and friendship. Thank you for always sticking by me . . . and for being “singing guy.”
CONTENTS
2 - The Rules of Unofficial Cohabitation
3 - Don’t Make Me Call Them Myself
8 - Whoever Said Dreams Can’t Come True
9 - The Nature of the Business
11 - Things Are About to Change
12 - An Entirely Different Person
16 - Bigger. Better. Brighter.
17 - A Little Red Carpet Thing
18 - A Short Communication Break
19 - Don’t Worry, Babe, I Still Like You
20 - Pretty Good While It Lasted
24 - Don’t Call Us, We’ll Call You
26 - Look What the Cat Dragged In
27 - A Bright Side to Everything
31 - The Source of So Much Drama
About the Publisher
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Madison Parker poured two large glasses of iced tea and walked, slightly slower than usual, to the table in her sunny kitchen nook. “I have sugar,” she said, placing the glasses on two shell-pink linen cocktail napkins, “if you want any sweetener.”
Kate Hayes raised her eyebrows in surprise, and Madison noted that her friend must have finally started taking some of her beauty advice. Kate’s brows were perfectly tinted and shaped, as if she’d just stepped out of Anastasia Beverly Hills. Good-bye, strawberry-blond caterpillars, Madison thought. You won’t be missed.
“You have actual sugar?” Kate asked. “I thought you were a Splenda-only kind of girl?”
Madison sat down across from her. Carefully. The recovery from her most recent cosmetic procedure had taken a little longer than she’d hoped. She looked fantastic, but she still felt a bit sore. “I think it was left here from the previous tenant,” she allowed. “Along with that hideous mirror in the bathroom.”
Kate glanced around at the small apartment, as if she hadn’t been here a dozen times checking in on post-op Madison. Kate was the only person Madison had been willing to see, so she was Madison’s source for take-out sushi, issues of the weekly mags, and information on shoots for the new season of The Fame Game. Like how bad it was going. How flat the scenes were, how empty