Temptation Island
WELCOME TO PARADISE Only the rich are invited. . . only the strongest survive Fame. Money. Success.Lori wants them, Aurora is being destroyed by them and Stevie’s got them at her best friend’s expense. These three women are drawn unwittingly to the shores of Temptation Island, all looking for their own truth.But they discover a secret so shocking, there’s no turning back. It’s wicked, it’s sensational. Are you ready to be told? But the glittering waters drown dark secrets. The island promises the one thing money can’t buy – and the price is devastating…Praise for Victoria Fox‘Jackie Collins for the modern gal’ – Grazia‘The best bonkbuster of 2012’ – Sun ‘Perfect for a summer hol . . . If you think the Made in Chelsea crew live a glitzy life, you ain’t seen nothing yet’ –Heat‘Pour yourself a glass of Pimm’s because this summer bonkbuster is guaranteed to get you seriously hot’ - Cosmopolitan‘Even we were shocked at the scale of scandal in this juicy tale . . . It’s 619 pages of sin!’ – Now ‘This gripping novel was just too exciting to put down’ – Closer‘Fame, money, sex, lies and scandal in a high-octane Hollywood setting’ – Grazia‘A deliciously old-school doorstop of a book filled with sex-fuelled fun’ - Easy Living ‘Laden with mystery, scandal and sex, Victoria Fox’s glossy novel gives Jackie Collins a run for her money and has all the ingredients for a great beach-side read’ - Irish Tatler ‘This superb bonkbuster raises the temperature whether you’re in a tropical paradise or the Trossachs’ - Daily Record‘Hot encounters, breathtaking scandal, lashings of secrets and lies . . . you’ll be lost to temptation until long after the sun has set’ - dailyrecord.co.uk‘Temptation Island is a worthy successor to Jilly Cooper and Jackie Collins. A bonkbusting fantastic read: pure escapism’ - Frost magazine‘ has all the elements of a great beach read – fame, wealth and scandalous carry-on’ - U Magazine‘Get ready for summer with this hot novel, perfect for lazy days in the sun’ - Inside Soap‘If you like a good book to read while lounging by the pool then look no further . . . is well-written, completely engaging and exciting from the start. We couldn’t put it down!’ - Handbag.com ‘Victoria Fox is a Jackie Collins for the twenty-first century: sharp, witty and scandalous. epitomises escapism’ - Fresh Direction‘ shocking secrets . . . This is the glitzy follow-up to Hollywood Sinners’ – Star‘An ice-cream-sandwich of a book . . . Page-turning escapism! Think bonkbuster à la Judith Krantz or Jackie Collins, oozing with glamour, glitz and betrayal; success, sleaze and scandal’ - H&E magazine
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Praise for
Victoria Foxand her debut book,Hollywood Sinners
‘This summer’s hottest novel. Hollywood Sinners … is giving Jackie Collins a run for her money.’ That’s Life!
‘Sure to be a huge hit and perfect for the beach’
Sun
‘We should’ve seen the twists in this sinful bonkbuster coming, but two of the surprises were so shocking that we ended up startling the other commuters on the bus!’
Now
‘The heady mix of corruption, glamour, lust and power is guaranteed to keep you up late into the night.Get your scandal fix here!’
Closer
‘This debut novel is full of sex, glamour and divas!’ 4 stars
Star
‘Scandalous. Glamorous. Sexy. Victoria Fox’s sassy, sparkling debut puts the bonk back into bonkbuster!’
Lovereading.co.uk
‘A juicy tale of glamour, corruption and ambition.
A cracking read’ Jo Rees, author of Platinum
‘A glorious, sexy story of high-octane Hollywood intrigue—I loved it.’
Lulu Taylor, author of Heiresses and Beautiful Creatures
‘Just what the devil ordered—salacious secrets, illicit sex and wicked deception’ J J Salem, author of The Strip and Tan Lines
‘For a trip to ultimate escapism, take the Jackie Collins freeway, turn left at Sexy Street, right at Scandal Boulevard.Your destination is Victoria Fox’s Hollywood.’
dailyrecord.co.uk
Temptation
Island
Victoria Fox
For Mark
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thank you to my editors Kim Young and Jenny Hutton, whose wisdom, guidance and commitment has meant the world to this book. To the whole team at HQ, especially Mandy Ferguson, Tim Cooper, Nick Bates, Oliver Rhodes, Claudia Symons, Elise Windmill, Jason Mackenzie, Clare Somerville, and Donna Esiri and Debbie Clements for the beautiful covers. To Madeleine Buston for being a phenomenal agent, and to Clare Wallace, Mary Darby and Rosanna Bellingham for their stellar work. I’m also grateful to Tory Lyne-Pirkis at Midas PR who is the best publicist I could wish for.
Special thanks to Victoria Stonex and the Consultancy for her ideas at the beginning and her insight at the end. Also to Kieran Lynch for an afternoon of plotting in a Lake District pub; to Jo and Jeff Croot for bringing tea in the morning and wine at night; to Seth Dawes for talking to me about New York; to Ross and Angie Freese for their friendship (and to Louis for when he’s older); to Kate Furnivall for her advice and encouragement; to Emily Plosker, Joe Martin, Matt Everitt and Ben Sanders. To Chloe, Sarah, Laura, Jimmy, Tay, Finny and everyone from school who remembers the LBM. To Mum and Dad. And to Mark Oakley for his patience, his imagination, and for believing that anything is possible.
Prologue I
Present Day
Island of Cacatra, Indian Ocean
Had it not been such a clear night, the moon so bright and the air so still, her body might not have been visible where it moved uncertainly, facedown, at the surface of the water. As it was, the pale skin of her shoulder glowed sickeningly in the silver light, one strap of her gown fallen and bound to her like seaweed, its jewels glinting bright as the stars that pierced the sky above.
In the distance, the low thump of music and faraway cries of merriment. The megayacht twinkled on the horizon, its outline lit gold against the black ocean, a winking diamond guillotining the depths. The grand vessel was scene to the birthday party of the year: a lavish, abundant celebration for which no expense had been spared. On board, a host of VIPs, from Hollywood stars to Olympic idols, from dazzling supermodels to the government’s elite, from singers, actresses and dancers—beautiful people the globe over—to the cream of the entrepreneurial world, partied as midnight came and went. All were oblivious to the quiet outside, around, below: unaware that, beneath their feet, a secret was drowned, soundless and stifled in the endless deep.
She had not been dead long, half an hour at most. The tide was strong, had rocked her body towards the shore, gently so as not to wake her, the water kissing her cold skin. Her arms were spread wide, her hair tangled like the ropes of a shipwreck, once bound to great beauty but now cut loose on the strange unknown. Her dress had been torn in the struggle, a red slit bleeding uselessly where the dagger had entered.
If she had been asleep, the coarse shingle would have woken her now. A scratch to the belly before, with a final, sad push, the water deposited her. Quiet as silk, it noiselessly retreated.
A little way down the beach, a small boy was hunting for sea turtles. His father had told him they came in to lay their eggs at night, leathery things whose shells shone white in troughs of sand. He wasn’t supposed to be here—Miss Jensen, the housekeeper, would murder him—but it was boring waiting inside the mansion. He squinted at the yacht, hundreds of miles away, it seemed, and wished he could be there instead of here. They told him that one day it would all be his: his great inheritance. Crouching at the water’s edge, the palm of one hand cradling his chin and the other blindly raking the beach, it was hard to believe. His knees were damp from where he’d been on them, combing the smooth, still-warm sand for that final, important discovery.
