Saturday, February 15, 2014

BLOG TOUR: Party Girl by Rachel Hollis


Welcome to the Official BLOG TOUR for Party Girl by Rachel Hollis!

Genre:
New Adult Contemporary Romance
Publish Date:
February 14, 2014
Publisher:
Chic Publishing

Summary from Goodreads
Landon Brinkley is making her dreams come true. After years of poring over glossy photos of celebrity parties in People and US Weekly, she's landed her Holy Grail: an internship with the fabulous Selah Smith, event planner to the Hollywood elite.

Moving from small town Texas to Los Angeles, Landon finds herself in a world in which spending a million dollars on an event - even for kids' birthdays - is de regueur. The thrill of working on A-list parties and celeb weddings is enough to get her through the 75-hour workweeks, the nightmare of a multi-day film festival, and abuse at the hands of a mercurial boss. L.A. is full of opportunity for fame, fortune and even love. But confronted with the seamy realities of the business, she is forced to make a choice: do whatever it takes to get ahead, or stay true to herself.

A roman a clef in the vein of The Devil Wears Prada, Party Girl draws on the author's real life experience for an exclusive behind-the-scenes look at the celebrity-obsessed world of event planning. From the party habits of America's favorite underage singer to the worst Bridezilla of all (the kind that graces the cover of your favorite magazine), Party Girl reveals the ugly side of Hollywood's prettiest parties.



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*Excerpt*
CHAPTER ONE

          I’m singing… or really, bellowing might be a better word.
          My voice is miserable and a far cry from Miley, who’s wailing from my iPod dock, but I’m too happy to care.
          This is the very first day, of my very first real job, in my very first week in my very
new city. This is the first day of the rest of my life and I’m going to kick this day’s butt! Watch out LA, Landon Brinkley is here and she’s… belting out every word of this song like her life depends on it!
          I wrap another piece of long blonde hair around the outside of the flat iron  and stare at my reflection in the mirror while the curl heats to perfection. My big blue eyes shine back, outlined on all sides by the perfect shade of teak liner. The few clusters of individual lashes I add are definitely the right choice; they really stand out against the shimmery champagne coating my lids. The eye shadow matches the Mac Lip Glass in glittery pink I’ve bought just for this day. There’s a little shimmer in my bronzer too, so my makeup ties in beautifully with the gold rhinestones lining the collar of my fitted pink cardigan. I smile at my own shining reflection; all the light-catching shimmer is gorgeous, and so me. If I had a power color, it would definitely be sparkle.
          I work the last length of hair down through the flat iron, creating the ideal bouncy curl I perfected in seventh grade. The door to the bathroom bursts open behind me and I try not to flinch when Max glares at me through mascara-smudged eyes. Her dark pixie cut is sticking up in every possible direction and I gather from the deep creases running down one side of her face that however few hours she’s been in bed she’s slept all of them on that cheek.
          “I’m sorry, is the music too loud?” I smile sheepishly and lower the volume.
          “Miley isn’t appropriate at any time of day, but before 8 AM is ridiculous for anyone over the age of eleven,” she says with a scowl.
          She rubs one eye aggressively and pushes a hand through her hair. The movement jangles the pile of bracelets she never seems to remove from her left wrist.
Her “pajamas” are an oversized t-shirt with a picture of a muscle car and the words “My Other Ride is Your Mom” stamped across the front.
          Charming.
          I hope she’s got underwear on, but the shirt’s hanging down too low to tell. She’s clearly comfortable walking around the apartment wearing just a top, and I suppose if I were that thin and tall and had legs that long I’d probably run around naked. I sigh. At 5’3” I suppose it’s my lot in life to forever envy anyone taller than I am… Oh well, a little tease and a back comb and my hair gets me at least 2” inches closer to heaven.
          “Oh come on, she’s edgier now. She got that crazy haircut, I thought you’d—” I try.
          “We can’t even debate this topic… my brain cells are literally dying right now in an attempt to contemplate something so inane.”
          She doesn’t even look at me as she speaks, just walks across the space of the small bathroom, pulls down the underwear that were indeed hidden by her shirt and its down on the toilet.
          I want to act cool, like finishing my makeup while she pees three feet from me is totally normal, but we’ve been roommates for exactly six days and during that time we’ve spent a sum-total of 40-something minutes together. I’m not a prude or anything, but Lord, let’s ease into this shall we?
          “Why are you even awake this early?” Max grumbles, standing back up.
          “It’s my first day, remember?” I sound way too perky, even to my own ears.
          “Oh yeah. Well good luck, I’ve heard Selah’s a total asshole.”
          I start to ask her what that means but she’s already yawning out the door, presumably to sleep until the afternoon. I take one last look in the mirror and then head into my room to grab my purse. My bed is already made and covered with throw pillows in various shades of purple. Max has made fun of the fact that I was already unpacked with pictures hung and clothes organized by style by the end of my first day here, but I can’t stand disorganization. I told her that when she interviewed me on the phone for the roommate position. She told me she was the polar opposite but that she was home so rarely it shouldn’t be an issue. Then she said if I could cover half of the $1,650 monthly rent and I promised not to bring home any douchebags (her words, not mine) I could move in. And $825 later I had a place to live… in Hollywood. I still smile every time I think about my new zip code.


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**About the Author**
Rachel Hollis is the founder of the popular lifestyle blog www.thechicsite.com and Los Angeles-based event planning firm, Chic Events.  At 27, she was named by Inc. Magazine as one of the “Top 30 Entrepreneurs under 30.”  She has designed and produced fabulous parties for many of Hollywood’s elite, including Bradley Cooper, Rashida Jones, Al Gore, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Ivanka Trump, Jamie King, and Cuba Gooding Jr. (just to name a few).  Most recently, she planned the nuptials of actress Sara Rue’s wedding, which garnered national coverage in magazines such as People and US Weekly.
In 2010, Rachel appeared as the wedding planner on the WE Network show “Jilted?” This six-part relationship series followed potential brides as they gave their suitors ultimatums to see if they would get the wedding of their dreams or get “jilted.” 
In addition, Rachel is a lifestyle expert for The Talk, EXTRA, The Nate Berkus Show, The Steve Harvey Show, KTLA Morning News, Fox 5, Better TV and a regular contributor on PopSugar TV and Celebrations.com. She has been featured in People, InStyle, OK! Weekly, Entertainment Weekly, Better Homes and Garden, Traditional Home, Entrepreneur, Grace Ormand and the TV shows “Jilted” and “I Do Over” for the WE Network, “The Traveler’s Guide to Life” on the Travel Channel” and “Self Made.”

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    1. I'm sorry Bianca...I have received word that the giveaway is not international.

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