Carrie Duffy - Idol

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Version: 2017-09-21

To my Mum and Dad.

Although you probably shouldn’t read this.

Cover

Title Page Carrie Duffy Idol

Copyright

Part One

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The bulletproof limo sped down London’s Park Lane, making a…

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Sadie Laine was curled up on her sagging single bed,…

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‘Absolutely no way.’

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It was a glorious spring afternoon in the City. Shafts…

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Despite her protestations to the contrary, Jenna did care what…

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Despite Jenna’s change of clothing, the following day’s recording was…

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‘Ryan?’ asked Jenna.

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The offices of Willis & Bourne were located on the twenty-fourth…

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‘Jenna, what the fuck is going on?’ Gerry King screamed…

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Sadie was completely naked beneath her short, beige trench coat.

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The day after the scandal broke, Jenna found herself in…

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Jenna was packing, and the room was in chaos.

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It was a scene from Jenna’s nightmares.

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‘I fucking love Vegas!’ Sadie screeched at the top of…

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Jenna was woken by the glorious sun streaming through her…

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The telephone rang loudly and insistently. Sadie felt as though…

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Sadie staggered through the door of The Play Rooms wearing…

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Jenna stood in front of the antique mirror in her…

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‘Jesus,’ swore Nick. The group stood motionless, watching the spot…

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For Sadie and Carla, the drive back to McCarran International…

Part Two

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‘Diamonds …’ Sadie purred into the microphone, as she crooned…

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High above Las Vegas in the inky night sky, the…

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The Colosseum at Caesars Palace is a spectacular building at…

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‘No fucking way.’ Sadie paced up and down beside the…

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The Night of a Thousand Stars had exploded into life.

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Sadie froze. Her heart rate tripled. Had Jenna just said…

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Fireworks exploded, lighting up the night sky above The Colosseum…

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Jenna flipped open her illuminated compact and scrutinized her reflection.

Part Three

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The Hon. Vivian Cavendish Spencer emerged from the elegant restaurant…

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Dawn was breaking over New York City, the sun filtering…

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The sound of laughter rang out across the dark Hawaiian…

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Ryan had loaded his plate with food from the barbecue…

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Zac stormed along the beach, oblivious to the stunning Hawaiian…

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The sun danced off the Thames as Jenna and Zac’s…

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‘What’s happening?’ Jenna stared at Angela in horror.

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‘Tyrone?’ Sadie asked in disbelief. She was so exhausted that…

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About the Author

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The bulletproof limo sped down London’s Park Lane, making a left as it swept up to the entrance of the Dorchester Hotel.

Jenna Jonsson peered out through the tinted windows in disbelief. Everywhere she looked she saw crowds of people – hysterical fans pressed tightly against the metal crash barriers screaming her name, the waiting paparazzi poised for the killer shot.

Jenna inhaled sharply, her dazzling green eyes widening in astonishment. She was 23 years old and breathtakingly beautiful, the hottest property in the music world right now.

‘My God, it’s crazy,’ she murmured to herself.

Gerry King, her manager, looked over. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked, concerned.

‘I’m fine,’ Jenna insisted, trying to fight the feelings of insecurity rising in her chest. It was her first major event following a well-publicized break, and being back on the scene was overwhelming.

‘Don’t worry. You look sensational,’ Gerry reassured her.

He wasn’t lying. Her skin was tanned and flawless, her incredible body encased in shimmering Roberto Cavalli, cut high on the thigh and slashed heart-stoppingly low at the front to reveal her magnificent cleavage. Diamonds glittered at her ears and throat, and a mass of glossy, blonde curls tumbled down her back. She was the epitome of raw sex appeal.

‘Thanks,’ Jenna smiled gratefully.

The car pulled to a halt and the silent, dark-suited security guard seated opposite her jumped out. Jenna watched as he spoke to the security team, his eyes scanning the tightly packed crowd, constantly alert for any possible threat. The fans were working themselves into a frenzy; in spite of the freezing winter weather they’d turned out in force, waving banners with her name and singing the chorus of ‘Sexual Rush’, her latest hit.

‘See you on the other side,’ winked Gerry, as the guard headed back across to the sleek limousine. At a signal from inside he opened the door. Then Jenna stepped out and the place erupted.

Flashbulbs exploded like firecrackers in the night sky, the noise from the crowd reaching a deafening roar as Jenna hit the red carpet on spike-heeled Jimmy Choos. It was as though someone had flicked a switch – the adrenaline kicked in and Jenna felt her nerves instantly vanish, shining like the superstar she was.

She placed a hand on her hip as she turned to face the cameras, catching her breath as she took in the sheer number. She could hardly believe that they were all there for her.

‘Jenna – over here!’ came a yell from the press pit where the world’s media, banked steeply on their step-ladders, waited eagerly for their piece of her.