I might have a one-nighter here or there, who knows? If I feel like it.' I have a man for every occasion: if I want to go dancing, if I want to go to dinner, if I want to go do karaoke - but I don't want anyone moving in. Commissioned her own Hollywood pile, which she called 'the house that Hollywood Wives built. Jackie was one of those good-natured naughty girls who just did her own thing. Softer than Joan, who possesses a real sense of danger. And no woman had ever consistently written such bravely, shamelessly shimmery filth until Jackie wielded her tumescently throbbing pen. Elizabeth Taylor had gone all Larry Fortensky, so Joan was absolutely it. The Kardashians have nothing, I mean nothing, on these two in the glamour stakes. There was a time - younger readers should know - when Jackie Collins and her elder sister Joan bestrode the Atlantic like two gorgeously painted cultural behemoths. A fortune (vastly overestimated according to her) of £60 million.
Jackie, with her raunchily moralistic take on the bad guys getting it (and the good guys getting even more of it), built a one-woman empire on ball-breaking, ball-licking and just good old-fashioned balling.
But Jackie? Well, Jackie took the genre by the balls. Yes, there was Shirley Conran's frankly faultless Lace, with what might be the best line in the history of literature - 'Which one of you bitches is my mother?' True, there were Jilly Cooper's punningly genius and warm-hearted horse-centric bonkbusters.
If you are a woman between 30 and 45, then it is probable that your sex education happened, not in a school biology lab, but between the red-hot pages of a Jackie Collins blockbuster.
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