SILK LADY by Gwen Davis


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From Davis (The Pretenders, The Aristocrats, Ladies in Waiting, etc.), the usual mÉlange of kinky sex, exotic places, and fuzzy approximations of the real-life rich and famous--but handled with a racy dash and flair that keeps the pot boiling right along. Honey Morton is born in a dreary little Ohio town, sprouts quickly into a luscious little Lolita, and by the age of 12 is having her first affair--with a bank president turned embezzler who encourages her to dream of bigger things and even helps her run away to Paris, at the age of 16. There she falls in with a cruel Austrian who gets her pregnant and leaves her; she's forced to give up the child (a girl) for adoption to an arrogant French couple, who disappear with the baby. Ever resilient, Honey changes her name to Miranda Jay, plays her cards right, and soon has 55-year-old Victor Lenrahan (Chairman of the Board of Mercer Corp, one of America's top aerospace companies) wrapped around her little finger--or actually around her Plexiglas buggy whip, because Victor turns her into a world-class dominatrix. If she'll only spank him while he's wearing his maid's uniform, he tells her, he'll get her daughter back for her. This goes on for 11 years, with no daughter forthcoming, until Victor dies during one of their S-M sessions; almost immediately, Miranda switches over to Fred Masters, a newspaper tycoon who was one of Victor's best friends and who has the same taste for sexual domination. He too promises to retrieve Miranda's long-lost daughter; but before he can come through, he and Miranda are both killed in their Manhattan love nest by the CIA, who suspect that Fred is going to expose a MercerCorp weaponry scare in his newspapers. The CIA connection is hazy and tenuous, and Silk Lady owes a lot to the Alfred Bloomingdale/Vicki Morgan scandal of a few years ago, but the novel is on the whole a slick and professional dollop of rich cream.

Pub Date: May 19th, 1986
Publisher: Warner