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KIRA COPLIN AND JULIANNE KAYE
Pop Tart
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the authors’ imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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For Ruth Waller, my grandmother, who always encouraged my silly dreams …
–K.C.
To my son, Jack, and my husband, Eddie, for inspiring me every day …
–J.K.
Table of Contents
What can you say about a society that says
God is dead and Elvis is alive?
– Irv Kupcinet
A jolt of electricity runs from Crescent Heights Boulevard to Doheny Drive – a gleaming, vibrating stretch of asphalt and neon so notorious that Sin City named its ‘Strip’ after it. It’s there on Sunset Boulevard where the rich and famous play out their scandals for the world to see – where ‘It Girls’ dance pantyless atop the oversized Monkeywood tables of Hollywood clubs, and where poolside catfights are veiled only by the thick foliage of the Marmont. And on one particular night in late November, just a stone’s throw from the glittering