by Shirley Lord
She waved happily to Ginny as she saw her escape the packed throng in the main showroom and, followed by TV cameras, slip into the all-white, immaculate entrance hall. She was so proud of the way Ginny had soared into the fashion firmament, following her harrowing experiences with Alex and the law. She was bowled over by her own daughter’s strength and talent
Looking back Virginia guessed she’d always had it, remembering the bath towel reefer jacket and her renovated camel hair coat. She may have always had it, but it had taken so long for it to be recognized. There was no looking back now. Ginny was on her way.
In the reception area, where a spectacular print of a Georgia O’Keeffe sunflower hung over the white terrazzo desk, Ginny was pleased to see people were still flooding in. What a wonderful world it was now, with her beloved mother in the next office; Johnny more supportive and loving than ever, arriving any moment to share in her great day; and Esme, radiant in the first maternity dress she’d ever designed, telling anyone who cared to listen how her belief in “Ginny’s genius” had never wavered.
Lee Baker Davies, who had been acting as cheerleader for the past few months, had brought along her editor in chief. Not that she’d had to worry about a lack of press coverage. The problem had been fitting everyone in, because everyone wanted to come.
How proud of her Alex, her misguided cousin, would have been. Poor Alex. Ginny shook her sad thoughts away and smiled modestly as a flock of new arrivals dropped effusive compliments on their way into the showroom. She was a lucky woman.
Out in the hallway Ginny noticed one of her two security guards talking seriously to a fragile-looking, strangely dressed young waif.
“Anything wrong, Jim?” she asked.
The waif smiled at her, but Ginny could see she was nervous.
“Her name’s not on the list,” Jim said gruffly.
“So what,” said Ginny, “Come right in, Ms….?”
“FASHION AND MURDER GO HAND IN HAND…A MUST-READ!”
—Liz Smith
Ginny Walker…she’s enormously talented, runway-model slim, and struggling to be noticed as a fashion designer in New York City. Crashing her first party was an accident. After that, helped by a racy, handsome journalist with an agenda of his own, Ginny thrives on the thrill of slipping uninvited into fabulous events. Until her dream becomes a nightmare…
“THE CRASHER GLITTERS AND SPARKLES….DON’T MISS IT!”
—Beverly Sills
Crashing a party in her most stunning design ever, Ginny witnesses a vicious murder. She is sure the assailant recognizes her, and flees in panic, leaving behind her spectacular velvet cloak….
“INTRIGUING AND ALLURING.”
—Oscar de la Renta
Now Ginny is the mystery witness the police can’t find. She’s afraid she knows too much, she’s being watched, and she needs someone to help her in this dangerous world of high fashion and lies. The wrong choice will spell her destruction; the right one will give her a last, breathtaking chance to survive.