The Thunder Girls by Melanie Blake
English | 2019 | General Fiction | ePUB | 1.5 Mb
The Thunder Girls : Jackie Collins for a new generation. The Thunder Girls by Melanie Blake is a lavish tale of friendship and scandal, rivalry and betrayal. Soon to be a nationwide play with an all star cast.
Chrissie, Roxanne, Carly and Anita, an eighties pop sensation outselling and out-classing their competition. Until it all comes to an abrupt end and three of their careers are over, and so is their friendship.
Thirty years later, their old record label wants the band back together for a huge money-making concert. But the wounds are deep and some need this gig more than others.
In those decades apart life was far from the dream they were living as a member of The Thunder Girls. Breakdowns, bankruptcy, addiction and divorce were a constant part of their lives. They’ve been to hell and back, and some are still there.
Can the past be laid to rest for a price, or is there more to this reunion than any of them could possibly know? Whilst they all hunger for a taste of success a second time around, someone is plotting their downfall in the deadliest way possible . . .
“Anita placed her bag on the floor and rummaged around till she found a coconut lip balm. She started smothering it on with her fingers whilst mumbling, ‘That’s weird, she’s always here first, and I had her driver this morning. Gorgeous George.’
‘So, who’s driving Chrissie?’ Carly said.
Roxanne looked perplexed. ‘George always drives Chrissie – she usually won’t let anyone else have him – there must be a hot new driver on the team and she’s nabbed him first.’
‘Poor George! He must be gutted – he barely spoke to me,’ Anita said, flopping into a seat and fishing a compact from her pocket. She checked her reflection and frowned, slipping on a pair of shades. ‘Someone needs to have a word with Rick about dragging us in for these early meetings. How are you supposed to look your best at the crack of dawn?’
Carly laughed. ‘It’s midday!’
Anita peered at her over the top of the shades. ‘Exactly, and this is the music biz. We don’t operate on normal hours.’
Carly dug a magazine out of her bag. ‘Anyway, we’ve made it onto the cover of The Face. We are officially cool.’
Roxanne rolled her eyes. ‘Like we need that lot to tell us. None of those mags wanted anything to do with us when we started, now they can’t get enough.’
Carly gazed at the bare back wall. ‘What’s happened to our picture?’”