Bitches on Blankets



Gotta promote literacy somehow!

Like any other 14-year-old boy growing up on the East Coast, J.J. Salem aspired to be...the next Jackie Collins?

And he succeeds admirably with TAN LINES, an unabashedly trashy, guilt-full novel about three women and the secrets, sex and murder that accent their already scandalous lives.

Allow me to give you a sample of the opening: "There are eight thousand nerve endings in the clitoris, and this son of a bitch couldn't find any of them."

Danielle Steele, this ain't.

Make sure to pack this next to your SPF as you head out to Malibu or the Hamptons this weekend. You can thank me later.

*Thanks to my new friends at St. Martin's Press for the summery goods.

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