A year ago, Eva Wylie was the biggest, meanest female wrester to disgrace a ring. People recognized her on the street. She was on her way to the top. But Eva's life is a game of snakes and ladders, and now she's back at the bottom. Barred from the ring, she's reduced to guarding rich folks' cars.
Heel goed geschreven, dat is zeldzaam voor een thriller._____________My review for the R.I.P. Challenge #5:In 1996 I borrowed Knollekop (Bucket Nut) by Liza Cody from the library, and loved it so much that when I came across it at the annual Centraal Boekhuis book fair the next year, I picked up ...
Once she was the face that launched a thousand hits. Now Birdie Walker - rock widow and con-woman - is scratching at the dark heart of the music industry. Twenty years ago Birdie and her rockstar lover, Jack, were the most famous couple alive, but it is a past she can no longer live up to.
Alec couldn’t duck out because he was with Grace. He was sweating from the dance floor and not feeling at all like bright young executive material. Mr Freel greeted him with a forbidding glare. Alec handled it rather well, he thought, by backing out and going to the bar to buy Grace a lager and l...
You’ve lost half the audience. They’re still trickling back from the bar. They’re more interested in their bags of sweets, their beer and their burgers than they are in you. They’re wondering if their bladders will hold out for the whole of the second half. They’re making last minute trips to the...
Buzz-cut Kev did not come back. At eleven we went out to find a cash point. Smister wore a cerise waterproof poncho with a matching umbrella. He wound a fresh checked scarf around my bedraggled silk turban. Electra wore a polythene bag with holes cut out for her head and legs. It was still dumpin...