Blood - David S. Grant - Bog

What would Stephen Tyler do? Mickey, an ex-adult movie star turned supermodel, has to choose between two Johnsons-should he align himself with fashion icon Paul Johnson, the cigar smoking, micromanaging, chainsaw wielding megalomaniac, or Sandy Johnson, the flamboyant, murderous, vindictive narcissist? Which designer can propel Mickey to the top of Seventh Avenue? While trying to land his dream runway job, Mickey is thrown into the center of a scene where sex is often the motivation, the wine is served by year, and cocaine is back in full force. A runway exhibition has been scheduled to determine who-Paul or Sandy-is truly the best Johnson. Mickey will be Paul's top model, and Sandy has found a homeless person nicknamed Kung Fu Master to showcase his line. In addition to getting his new line in place, Paul Johnson is also buying chain saws-the louder the better-to put the special in this special event. Did you know that you can't be sentenced to prison if you are actively seeking help at a mental facility? Paul Johnson knows this. Somewhere between the girls, counting Vicodin pills, and preparing for this runway extravaganza, Mickey develops a conscience. He believes (and his psychiatrist agrees) that he has the power to change what's happening around him. Is there anything Mickey can do to derail the epic showdown between fashion's two most powerful Johnsons before anyone else ends up dead? In a world where this year is the new last year and cocaine is the new cocaine, blood is the new red.