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Come n' Get It While It's Scorching-Sand Hot! The Darlings of Orange County is Here!

Wednesday, 18 April 2012 00:00 Jennifer Devore
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One doesn't have to read The Darlings of Orange County during the summertime, but it's certainly the best time to do so! Author Jennifer Susannah Devore, best-known for her Savannah of Williamsburg historical-fiction series, waded deep into the skanky end of the pool for this bikini-and-martini novel. She tried something different, stretching far out of her comfort zone.

Drawing on inspiration from, among myriad, other sources, Arrested Development, 30 Rock and Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic series, Jennifer S. Devore has crafted a seedy, surfy, silliy, sandy and sexy Orange County: a gauche glimpse into the O.C.'s (Don't call it that.) nipped, tucked and royally %ucked underbelly. If you think Bravo's The Real Housewives of Orange County is a tacky, cautionary tale, take note. The Darlings of Orange County is your best How Not to Succeed in Entertainment guide. Perfect for reading poolside with a frosty Tequila Sunrise, or on the beach with a classy, cranberry can of Sofia by Coppola Blanc De Blancs wine.

Publisher's Description

The casually-cashmere, sexy beaches of Orange County and San Diego aren't always what they seem. The dirty little secret here is what it takes to make it. Everybody has a trick up their silk sleeve. Veronica Darling is smart enough to know what it takes and is willing to soil her soul, and her sleeve, to bring Hollywood to the California Riviera.

Enjoy a brief excerpt!

Eventually, as the Inland Empire does, everyone was driven back inside by the insane heat: 102 degrees, smog, or as it was more romantically known, hazy sunshine and not a breeze in sight. Veronica and Ryan were both decked out in linen, but to no avail. Veronica's once crisp and starched pink, Ralph Lauren, 1950s-style sundress was now just a wrinkled, limp, wet pile of fabric; Ryan's white linen trousers and Hemingway fishing shirt were now see-through due to the intense perspiration. Lorelei looked cool and hot: ponytail, white wife-beater, a yellow tennis skort and a pair of white leather, KSwiss tennis shoes and those little socks with the pom-poms at the ankle. The pom-poms were yellow today.

Despite her Renaissance Faire affinity, she was Central Casting’s answer to a posh country club girl. In fact, she was a tennis-pro at The Laguna Niguel Racquet Club and rarely wore anything except tennis gear, or sailing gear. She was also a sailor: teaching kids the basics at The Newport Beach Sailing School. A killer, athlete’s body, she was the rare redhead who tanned well, sans freckles, and sported an attractive, light-bronze year-round. Of Swedish and Irish origin, her skin was perfect and her hair was carrot-orange with thick, natural waves and rested, when not in a luxurious ponytail, to the middle of her taut back. Tucker pretended not to like her, but Veronica kept catching him spying on her from behind doors and walls, much the same way as when he was feeling anxious or protesting Mexican food.

Currently, he was watching Lorelei through the French doors in the hallway. Her pom-poms were very exciting and it made him think of a former gym teacher. He then turned around and plodded down the hallway's hardwood floors and went directly to into his mother's bathroom, where he thought very explicit things about that gym teacher, Lorelei and the condiment bottles in his hot dog cart.


-excerpt from The Darlings of Orange County by Jennifer S. Devore, published by KIMedia, LLC

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Jennifer Susannah Devore

Jenny Pop is the acclaimed Author of the Savannah of Williamsburg series of books and The Darlings of Orange County. In addition, Jen is a prolific consumer of media and pop culture. Never leaving the house without her journal and fave Waterman pen, an old-fashioned, analog book (usually Hunter S. Thompson) and a fresh coat of lipstick, she is constantly on the hunt for fun, espresso, animation  and comics of any kind and always ready for an impromptu day at Disneyland. is a natural extension of  Jen's World; so, spend some time visiting. You'll have fun, she promises!

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The Darlings of Orange County

The sexy, cashmere beaches of southern California aren't always what they seem. The dirty little secret here is what it takes to survive. Everyone has a trick up their silk sleeve. Liz Lemon meets Parker Posey, Veronica Darling is smart enough to know what it takes and is willing to soil her soul to bring Hollywood to the California Riviera. The Darlings of Orange County is a salacious, hilarious, harrowing romp chock full of eco-terrorism, horse-racing scandals, weed deals and the obligatory lipstick-lesbian affair that inevitably leads to murder. It all climaxes in a white-knuckled, glitzy, celebrity-stacked Laguna Beach Film Premiere that spells success for Veronica Darling and trouble for her friends and family.

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Savannah Prudence Squirrel

Savannah Prudence Squirrel

Meet Miss Savannah of Colonial Williamsburg in Virginia. Equal parts Amelia Earhart, Lucy Honeychurch, Scarlett O'Hara and Miss Piggy, Savannah is a scholar, adventurer and a lady. Moreover, she is a pebble in the silver-buckled shoe of injustice and with her best pals she is not a squirrel to challenge. She carries  the Magna Carta in one paw and the latest Parisian silk bag in her other. Whether fighting to end slavery, arguing for freedom of the press or scheming to end a duel, Miss Savannah does so with wit and persistence. Read more to meet her best friends and accomplices: Ichabod Wolfgang and Dante Marcus Pritchen. Prepare to also meet pirates, a Venetian fox and an Irish gull, The Commodore!



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Hannah Hart, ghost dame of the Hotel del Coronado

Hannah Hart, ghost dame of the Hotel del Coronado

So, here's the low down, all you Joes and Janes ... I'm Hannah Hart, dead girl. Don't fret, it's actually a sweet dish being dead. Having perished in 1934 in a terrifically vicious accessories incident with actress Ida Lupino, I reside where I died: San Diego's gorgeous Hotel del Coronado. It ain't a bad gig at all, really! Great weather, swanky guests (not to mention a few fellow ghosties), amazing amenities, my own private turret overlooking the sea and all the java juice and giggle water I can handle; plus, these bartenders know how to make a Planter's Punch like nobody's business! See, I've been waiting for this Internet thing forever ... now, instead of slamming doors and moving lamps, I get to wag my tongue all I like at

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