Heels, Heartache & Headlines (Hollywood High)

Heels, Heartache & Headlines (Hollywood High)

It’s a showdown for the spotlight as Hollywood’s elite Pampered Princesses scramble to outshine each other for the ultimate crown. But being on top is never what it seems…   Heartbroken and humiliated, teen supermodel London Phillips is done with her pity party and ready to move on. But between the mean-spirited media, a shocking realization about her billionaire ex, and a vengeful obsession, London’s discovering that while confessions are good for the soul, deception is so much sweeter…   When it comes to juggling her cuties, Rich Montgomery is the queen. But now she’s fallen for a bad boy who comes with more drama than she ever did—and her fairytale love affair soon turns into a nightmare. Will she find a way out, or will pride get the best of her?   Spencer Ellington could teach an advanced class in revenge. So when she’s shunned by her frenemy, Heather Cummings, again , backstabbed by her bestie, Rich, and sucked into her parents’ sordid antics, she’s ready to roll up her designer sleeves and pull out all the stops. After all, frenemies fight. Divas wage war… Ni-Ni Simone is a Jersey girl with an obsession for reality TV and celebrity gossip. She never intended to write teen fiction, but her editor and the literary gods had other plans. She whipped up her first novel, Shortie Like Mine , in two weeks, and has been in love with writing ever since. Shortie was the first of Ni-Ni’s books to be selected by YALSA (Young Adult Library Services Association) as a Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Adult Readers, and it’s also a Virginia Readers’ Choice Selection. When she’s not writing, Ni-Ni is soaking up inspiration from music, TV, and most of all, the teens out there hanging tough no matter what comes their way. Ni-Ni lives in North Jersey with her husband and their children. Visit her online at ninisimone.com, on Facebook @ NiNiSimoneOfficialFanPage, and follow her on Twitter @ IamNiNiSimone.  Amir Abrams is a regular dude with a dream. Born in Brooklyn, Amir has a thing for fresh kicks, fly whips, and all things Polo. For Amir, writing teen fiction was never something he imagined himself doing until he started working with Ni-Ni Simone on the Hollywood High series. In addition to the Hollywood High series, he is also the author of Crazy Love , The Girl of His Dreams , Caught Up, Diva Rules, and Chasing Butterflies . You can hit him up at amir_abrams@yahoo.com, on Facebook at itsyaboyamir, or follow him on Twitter @ItsyaboyAmir. Heels, Heartache & Headlines Hollywood HIGH By NI-NI SIMONE, AMIR ABRAMS KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP. Copyright © 2017 Ni-Ni Simone and Amir Abrams All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-0-7582-8856-1 Contents Also by, Title Page, Copyright Page, 1 - Spencer, 2 - London, 3 - Rich, 4 - London, 5 - Heather, 6 - Rich, 7 - Spencer, 8 - Heather, 9 - Rich, 10 - Rich, 11 - Spencer, 12 - London, 13 - Rich, 14 - London, 15 - Heather, 16 - Spencer, 17 - Rich, 18 - Heather, 19 - London, 20 - Heather, 21 - Spencer, 22 - Rich, 23 - London, 24 - London, 25 - Heather, 26 - Spencer, 27 - Spencer, 28 - Rich, 29 - London, 30 - Spencer, 31 - Heather, 32 - London, 33 - Spencer, 34 - London, 35 - Rich, Teaser chapter, Teaser chapter, Teaser chapter, CHAPTER 1 Spencer "Spencer, darling ..." Lawdgawd, sweetbabyjeezus ... hang me upside down and have your way with me, right now. I beg you, lawdgawd, do me until my eyes cross ... Oooh, I wished I could click my heels three times and blink this trick-momma out of my life. Kitty knew I hated seeing her face on an empty stomach or be. Fore. Noon. She knew this the way I knew my way around a boy's man parts. But there she stood, face lightly brushed with whore paint, hand on hip, ringlets of light brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her signature scent — Freak Nasty — wafting around the room, trying to bore holes through me with her piercing, long-lashed hazel eyes. This two-dollar stamp tramp! This, this, snot-licking skank! I couldn't stand her. Kitty Ellington. Media mogul. Billion-dollar pain in my juicy ... Snap, snap! "Spencer! Do you hear me talking to you?" I batted my lashes. Batted them again. "No, lady. I'm ignoring you." I slid my diamond hoops into my ears, fastening them closed. Then fastened my diamond choker around my neck. "Not today, Spencer, darling. Not. To. Day." She sashayed her ole stank, hooker-looking self over toward me. "I need you to play nice, for once. Do you think you can do that for me, dear? That nutty London Phillips is due back at school this morning, and from what I'm hearing, she's looking more fabulous than ever, but I can only imagine how long that'll last before she's collapsing on bathroom floors and sliding down runways, ready to end it over some boy, again. I want an exclusive on that dizzy little trick before she throws herself over ..." I fastened the clasp to my diamond tennis bracelet. Not. Saying. One. Word. Kitty knew I despised