Infamous
OMG, Madison Parker is back once again for the third book in her deliciously mean The Fame Game series. The claws are out in the race to become Hollywood’s brightest star…Madison Parker made a name for herself as best frenemy of nice-girl-next-door-turned-reality-celeb Jane Roberts in L. A. Candy. Now she’s ready for her turn in the spotlight and she’ll stop at nothing to get it.But with backstabbing friends and family, relentless paparazzi and tabloid scandals she can’t control, Madison is going to have her work cut out for her…Filled with characters both familiar and new, this third book in Lauren Conrad’s glamorous series about life in front of the camera dishes Hollywood gossip and drama at every turn.
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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
| Results for #TheFameGame Tweets Top / All |
| @Becca B 1 min I thought I was over @MissMadParker but I MISS her. This show sux without her. #thefamegame |
| @Suzie Klein 1 min What is up w/Sophia? Girl is craycray. #thefamegame |
| @Becca B 1 min LOL, where’s Madison’s Makeovers when you need it? #thefamegame |
| @Emma1996 2 min What is Carmen wearing?? Gawd! #thefamegame #fashionpolice |
| @Emma1996 2 min Someone plz tell Kate 2 be less boring. Girl’s glued 2 couch & that Drew guy. #thefamegame |
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| @Becca B 2 min I wonder what’s on the CW. #thefamegame #wherestheremote?? |
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 the fake-impromptu dinner parties. And Madison loved hearing it.
“Was that spider plant left over, too?” Kate asked, nodding her head in its direction.
“No,” Madison admitted. “That’s mine.”
She followed Kate’s gaze. The spider plant was dying, and—there was no getting around it—the apartment was pretty depressing. The kitchen was the nicest room in the whole place, which was ironic for a person who rarely ate and who definitely never cooked.
She’d moved into it the day after her sudden exit from The Fame Game, because it was cheap (for L.A., anyway) and available.
This lack of foresight, real-estate-wise, was only one of the things Madison had come to regret. The days immediately after her on-camera explosion at the hospital were dark ones. She hadn’t fully understood what PopTV meant for her, either personally or professionally. So, for the first time in her life, she was utterly alone, with absolutely nothing on her iCal.
Nothing but the remainder of her community-service hours, that is. Since she couldn’t face Ryan Tucker (her ex? her former friend-with-benefits?), Madison claimed a sudden onset of life-threatening pet-dander allergies and requested a transfer from Lost Paws.
Connie Berkley, the straight-talking paper-pusher from the L.A. County court system, granted it grudgingly, and Madison spent the next two weeks picking up beer cans, cigarette butts, and fast-food wrappers in a Los Feliz park. She had to wear bad sneakers and a hideous Day-Glo orange vest, and the three other people working with her were beyond offensive. But at least none of them were named Ryan. At least none of them had taken her heart and stomped on it.
