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Roxy Jacenko | 272 pages | 01 Mar 2012 | Allen & Unwin | 9781742377575 | English | St Leonards, Australia Strictly Confidential by Roxy Jacenko

It may have been karma, punishment for my having hooked up with the charming, witty and hot Michael Lloyd, the stockbroker ex-boyfriend of well-seasoned pin-up girl Belle Single. Not that she had probably noticed he had moved on. The wannabe actress and number one ticket holder for the Elouera Beach Car Park okay, I'm being mean — one of the Sutherland Shire's finest daughters goes through men just as vigorously as the Cronulla Sharks get through coldies after a game. Her appetite is insatiable, especially if the guy is rich and famous. Michael, sadly, was only filthy rich and wasn't all that keen on seeing his photo front and centre with Belle's in my BFF Luke Jefferson's column in The Sun. Michael and Belle broke up shortly after the action-packed Coco Man of the Year Awards, when she had been caught giggling behind a toilet cubicle with Dev — lead singer of The Dread, who had been performing that night. Michael had walked in on them unexpectedly and, well, when he wanted to leave straight away I organised him an Uber car from the event, but I managed to jump in as well. Michael had been excellent company for me during the night, keeping me calm and pouring the odd drink for me while Belle flitted around. Once it was clear that he and Belle were over for good, I accidentally on purpose found myself running into him all over town. It was only a matter of time before we started dating and we were now desperately in love. He really was my knight in shining Armani, my saviour in Paul Smith — in fact, my perfectly groomed accessory. We could trace the moment of conception with some precision to a delicious weekend break to Qualia on the Great Barrier Reef. It was easy to work out the date because it was one of the rare occasions when we'd had time away from our busy schedules to devote to sex, and lots of it. We'd turned off our phones, declined to glance at our email alerts and not once fired up our social media accounts, and wallowed in this extracurricular activity. When we staggered back to reality at the end of the weekend, slightly the worse for wear and with absolutely no sign of a tan to show for our island break, I had the feeling that something had shifted inside me, but I'd put it down to too much room-service food. I just never dreamt that it would be anything as monumental as a baby. It would be another six weeks before I knew for sure, and by that time I'd already started to plan the mini wardrobe. As you do. If you really want to know, I thought I was infertile, but it turned out it was only my schedule that had acted as a contraceptive. The timing had never been right before, but this time the planets must have been aligned and I had been seeing stars in my eyes. Michael was going to make the most perfect dad. You could hardly blame my baby for arcing up on my behalf: the two of them were trying to talk their way into Allison Palmer's evening wear show in a bid to snare one of the coveted front-row seats just minutes before the runway was due to light up. They had no doubt been counting on some of the kosher celebrities not showing up. Unfortunately for them, Diane was no longer such a force in the industry. Call me conceited, but her business started to unravel five years ago when she threw me out after I had been almost sexually assaulted by Gen X cricketing legend Matt Ashley; and it was all captured in The Sun 's gossip pages the next day. The problem was that the client, Lacoste, had not been happy because Matt Ashley had looked anything but classy in their polo shirt. Like that was my fault? Diane had nevertheless done me a favour in forcing me to open my own agency, and then slowly but surely I had relieved her of her best accounts. She was seldom even referred to as Cruella De Vil now — more likely just one of the dalmatians. At the same time, Belle Single's media currency had bombed almost as dramatically as Greece's credit rating; even Pillow Talk, her late-night talk show on Channel 42 where, lingerie-clad, she interviewed various identities, had been largely unwatched. Admittedly, she still looked her best when barely dressed, but her interview technique was mind-numbingly dull. The main advantage of having it on so late at night was that it sent most of its viewers to sleep. Had I not been in the throes of early labour I would have marched right up to Belle and Diane and told them in no uncertain terms to hit the road. But due to the fact that I was currently impersonating Niagara Falls, I was hardly in a position to sort it all out. Luckily my hard-working Bees are always on Belle alert, so before you could say 'skanky blonde' she was quickly ushered into Row C. Those scuffed Prada heels of hers hardly touched the ground. Categories : births Living people Australian socialites Australian public relations people The Apprentice Australia contestants Participants in Australian reality television series. Namespaces Article Talk. Views Read Edit View history. Help Learn to edit Community portal Recent changes Upload file. Download as PDF Printable version. Wikimedia Commons. Add links. Meet Jasmine Lewis, the smart young publicist trying to work her way up from the bottom in Sydney's hottest PR company. She's done the coffee runs, the dry-cleaning pickups, the 5 a. But still her evil boss Diane Wilderstein is never happy. So when Jasmine finds herself being summoned to Diane's office early one morning, she knows something's got to give. Luckily for Jasmine, fate lends a hand and helps her escape from the evil Diane to launch a fabulous new career. That should be a dream come true, right? 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Start your review of Strictly Confidential. Jan 11, Annelise rated it did not like it. Cliche and stereotype-ridden. I haven't disliked a main character so much in quite a while. Skip it, much better chick-lit out there than this. Oct 16, Lisa rated it it was ok. Writing style is mediocre - provides insight into the fashion PR world but not on an intimate level. No clear plot line. Too many little things are happening. Sometimes less is more. May 10, Kim Wilson rated it did not like it. I read this one afternoon while procrastinating about studying for an exam. That was the only reason I finished it, because only studying for a chemistry exam was less appealing than finishing this book. Mar 13, Becky Johnson rated it liked it. It started off very motivating and empowering and ended with a woman obsessed with work, ignoring her health, abusing neurofen and obsessed with weight. I get the fashion world is harsh but there is no need to glorify such things. If you stuck with the woman empowering bits more it would be better. Well, at least this was a quick and easy read. All of the characters are very thinly veiled caricatures of real life Sydney identities Lara Bingle, Ros Reines etc. I see very little that would be of interest to a non Sydney resident, or anyone not interested in an extended "guess who don't sue" column. Jan 17, Caley rated it did not like it. And to think she is in PR? Jan 17, Odette Lawson rated it did not like it. Possibly the worst book I have ever read. Great at her PR job she may be, but fiction author not so much. The lead character was a cardboard cutout in a book that had a barely coherent storyline. Sep 17, Kylie H rated it did not like it. This book is full of Sydney stereotypes, with no real plot lines. I continued to read as I hoped it would get better, unfortunately it did not. Not the fun easy read I had hoped for. Dec 15, Sean Harding rated it it was ok. Felt more like reading a vendetta against certain people who are real but not being in this industry or caring much about the celebrity culture I had no idea who they were. Makes celebrity culture seem really important, still not buying that. May 28, Emma rated it liked it Shelves: chick-lit , australian. I liked this book but didn't love it. I appreciate that chick lit isn't the most intellectual of genres, but this book was so vacuous it was like reading a book written how a fifteen year old girl would speak. Everyone says "TOTES" all the time, even the guys, which made me laugh even though it wasn't intentionally funny. Having said that, I liked the story line and all the 'gossip' and fashion references the book contained. It was kind of like the book version of a celebrity magazine like Grazia I liked this book but didn't love it. It was kind of like the book version of a celebrity magazine like Grazia. If you can look past the language used by the characters and the slightly clunky writing this is an easy-to-read, entertaining book. Jan 14, Tara rated it really liked it. As a lover of chick lit and a beauty blogger I could not wait to get my hands on this book. I could not put the book down and I hope that there is a sequel. I recommend this to all that love chick lit As a lover of chick lit and a beauty blogger I could not wait to get my hands on this book. I recommend this to all that love chick lit and are fascinated by PR and celebrities Feb 22, Melinda Elizabeth rated it liked it. Jacenko has two children, daughter Pixie and son Hunter [1]. Her husband is former investment banker Oliver Curtis, who was convicted for insider trading in , and was released in From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Retrieved 9 June Retrieved 2 October Retrieved 25 September Categories : births Living people Australian socialites Australian public relations people The Apprentice Australia contestants Participants in Australian reality television series. At the same time, Belle Single's media currency had bombed almost as dramatically as Greece's credit rating; even Pillow Talk, her late-night talk show on Channel 42 where, lingerie-clad, she interviewed various identities, had been largely unwatched. Admittedly, she still looked her best when barely dressed, but her interview technique was mind-numbingly dull. The main advantage of having it on so late at night was that it sent most of its viewers to sleep. Had I not been in the throes of early labour I would have marched right up to Belle and Diane and told them in no uncertain terms to hit the road. But due to the fact that I was currently impersonating Niagara Falls, I was hardly in a position to sort it all out. Luckily my hard-working Bees are always on Belle alert, so before you could say 'skanky blonde' she was quickly ushered into Row C. Those scuffed Prada heels of hers hardly touched the ground. It was either Row C or Row Z, which wasn't even inside the tent. As for that poisonous PR vixen Diane Wilderstein, it would be standing room only. Those ever-present Dior shades clamped on her head to give her hair the body that her hairdresser could not were going to get quite a workout today. She would really be hoping that nobody recognised her. Unfortunately, this was unlikely; she was practically a poster gal for Botox gone bad. I could break you in this town,' she snarled at poor, hapless Kimmy, one of Queen Bee's newly minted junior publicists. I noted with some satisfaction the look of utter distaste on Diane's face as she was shown to the back of the room by our newest recruit. Diane would have to share the space with hordes of fashion students and assorted hangers-on who were immune to the indignity of hovering at Fashion Week. In her trademark Chanel suit, Wilderstein looked quite ridiculous among them all. If I was her, I would have gone home. Unfortunately, there wasn't a moment to savour this victory — it was all about what was happening to me right now. When I had first felt a slight trickle, I had distractedly assumed I was having a period. Then it registered: it couldn't be that time of the month since I was so huge that I made Demi Moore in that famous pregnant pose on the cover of Vanity Fair magazine look like Victoria Beckham. My baby, codenamed Project B among the Bees, was well and truly cooked and appeared to be arriving one week ahead of its due date. Well, of course, no child of mine was ever going to miss a deadline. I looked like a giant Christmas bauble, and that pair of Madonna-ish headphones clamped around my Valonz blowdry just set the whole thing off, in a really bad way. I knew the top-secret code would bring the Bees running, and I needed to have my driver sent around to the back of the models' dressing room. There was enough action due to take place on the runway with the models enacting being at a cocktail party without me adding to it in all my amniotic fluid-saturated glory. It was almost too late to make an exit because Henri — the former male model who was Fashion Week's seating Nazi — was ordering the plastic cover rolled off the runway, and Allison's models were lining up behind the stage. If I bolted for the back door I risked upending one and breaking her neck as she fell off her Givenchy heels. Just then I spotted super-catty gossip columnist Wally Grimes sashaying towards me with a big fake smile on his lips. Just before Wally could pounce, my team surrounded me in the flying wedge formation we had rehearsed just for Code 3 situations, and we moved as one towards the backstage area, which was still a scene of chaos. Front and centre was Marron, Australia's most famous makeup artist, in head-to-toe Tom Ford, being filmed touching up supermodel Laetitia Leighton, who would not make her special entrance until halfway through the show. The crowd would be on the edge of their seats, almost ravenous with anticipation for her big moment, especially as her well-known actor boyfriend, Nick Rees, was due to be seated just before the lights went down or, worst-case scenario, in one of the moments of darkness during the show. Even the usually unflappable Marron was all aquiver as he explained for the TV cameras exactly the look he was going for on the runway. His artfully made-up eyes widened a little when he took in the moving mass of Bees surrounding me, but luckily he had been around fashion shows long enough not to be surprised by anything he saw backstage. He blew me a big, theatrical kiss. We simply must catch up, but right now I'm giving an interview to Tara Robinson for Six Nightly News, ' he announced unnecessarily, as if I didn't recognise Tara or know what was going on. I'd actually locked in the backstage interview. Strictly confidential : a Jazzy Lou novel / Roxy Jacenko | National Library of Australia Health Fitness International Subscriptions. Kids Girls. Would you like to rate and review this book? Add a Review Maybe Later. Strictly Confidential. Roxy Jacenko. Be the first to write a review. Buy Now. This is the time taken for us send this item from our Sydney warehouse. For more details please see the Delivery tab on the product page. Your order is tracked via Australia Post once sent. She's done the coffee runs, the dry-cleaning pickups, the 5 a. But still her evil boss Diane Wilderstein is never happy. So when Jasmine finds herself being summoned to Diane's office early one morning, she knows something's got to give. Luckily for Jasmine, fate lends a hand and helps her escape from the evil Diane to launch a fabulous new career. That should be a dream come true, right? Or is it the start of a whole new world of nightmares? Strictly Confidential will knock your Manolos off! Roxy Jacenko Roxy Jacenko is one of Australia's most influential businesswomen. Let's Try No, Thanks. Select the List you'd like to categorise as, or add your own. Here you can mark if you have read this book, reading it or want to read. You added your first item into your Library. The fun begins. Like the Devil Wears Prada, but focusing more on the management of celebrities that fashion. When she gets fired she doesn't know whether to celebrate or cry. In the end she decides to follow her dreams, and get a little revenge on the way. Mar 28, Diem rated it it was ok Shelves: adult. It was an alright read. I was hoping to fall in love with this the way I fell in love with Jess Rudd's writing. They do both fall under the genre 'chick lit'. But I felt like there was something else missing. Had to pick this book up and read after I saw it at the library after I had seen Roxy Jacenko on Celebrity Apprentice. It wasn't great as I expected but it was an easy, short, mindless read. Mar 10, Elenita rated it it was ok. I couldn't connect with the main character. I didn't know whether to dislike her or pity her. The dialogue got annoying at times with omg, totes, etc. I have yet to meet people who speak like that. Jul 11, Leanne Ellis rated it liked it Shelves: chick-lit. Apr 12, Nisha rated it liked it. Oct 20, Felicity M rated it liked it. Finished this in two days, great if you are looking for a super dooper quick read Entertaining but nothing really to it. Jun 25, Bec rated it it was ok. It was okay, very easy to read, and kind of like a 'guess which celeb this is' scenario. I think I'll stick to reading Zoe Foster. Jun 08, Jade rated it it was ok. Needing a light read after reading a few heavy crime books. Not a lot to think about with this one - pretty ordinary. Oct 20, Sharon rated it it was ok. A good summer beach read, but that is about all. Kimberlie rated it liked it Apr 08, Janelle rated it it was ok Feb 23, Richelle Torees rated it did not like it Jan 17, Staceyyy rated it really liked it Apr 04, Jacqueline rated it it was amazing Jan 01, There are no discussion topics on this book yet. Readers also enjoyed. About Roxy Jacenko. Roxy Jacenko. Not only do the products she publicises make the pages of every magazine in town, but so does Roxy herself. It's rare to see her away from the social pages. 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The main advantage of having it on so late at night was that it sent most of its viewers to sleep. Had I not been in the throes of early labour I would have marched right up to Belle and Diane and told them in no uncertain terms to hit the road. But due to the fact that I was currently impersonating Niagara Falls, I was hardly in a position to sort it all out. Luckily my hard-working Bees are always on Belle alert, so before you could say 'skanky blonde' she was quickly ushered into Row C. Those scuffed Prada heels of hers hardly touched the ground. It was either Row C or Row Z, which wasn't even inside the tent. As for that poisonous PR vixen Diane Wilderstein, it would be standing room only. Those ever-present Dior shades clamped on her head to give her hair the body that her hairdresser could not were going to get quite a workout today. She would really be hoping that nobody recognised her. Unfortunately, this was unlikely; she was practically a poster gal for Botox gone bad. I could break you in this town,' she snarled at poor, hapless Kimmy, one of Queen Bee's newly minted junior publicists. I noted with some satisfaction the look of utter distaste on Diane's face as she was shown to the back of the room by our newest recruit. Diane would have to share the space with hordes of fashion students and assorted hangers-on who were immune to the indignity of hovering at Fashion Week. In her trademark Chanel suit, Wilderstein looked quite ridiculous among them all. If I was her, I would have gone home. Unfortunately, there wasn't a moment to savour this victory — it was all about what was happening to me right now. When I had first felt a slight trickle, I had distractedly assumed I was having a period. Then it registered: it couldn't be that time of the month since I was so huge that I made Demi Moore in that famous pregnant pose on the cover of Vanity Fair magazine look like Victoria Beckham. My baby, codenamed Project B among the Bees, was well and truly cooked and appeared to be arriving one week ahead of its due date. Well, of course, no child of mine was ever going to miss a deadline. I looked like a giant Christmas bauble, and that pair of Madonna-ish headphones clamped around my Valonz blowdry just set the whole thing off, in a really bad way. I knew the top-secret code would bring the Bees running, and I needed to have my driver sent around to the back of the models' dressing room. There was enough action due to take place on the runway with the models enacting being at a cocktail party without me adding to it in all my amniotic fluid-saturated glory. It was almost too late to make an exit because Henri — the former male model who was Fashion Week's seating Nazi — was ordering the plastic cover rolled off the runway, and Allison's models were lining up behind the stage. If I bolted for the back door I risked upending one and breaking her neck as she fell off her Givenchy heels. Just then I spotted super-catty gossip columnist Wally Grimes sashaying towards me with a big fake smile on his lips. Just before Wally could pounce, my team surrounded me in the flying wedge formation we had rehearsed just for Code 3 situations, and we moved as one towards the backstage area, which was still a scene of chaos. Front and centre was Marron, Australia's most famous makeup artist, in head-to-toe Tom Ford, being filmed touching up supermodel Laetitia Leighton, who would not make her special entrance until halfway through the show. The crowd would be on the edge of their seats, almost ravenous with anticipation for her big moment, especially as her well-known actor boyfriend, Nick Rees, was due to be seated just before the lights went down or, worst-case scenario, in one of the moments of darkness during the show. Even the usually unflappable Marron was all aquiver as he explained for the TV cameras exactly the look he was going for on the runway. His artfully made-up eyes widened a little when he took in the moving mass of Bees surrounding me, but luckily he had been around fashion shows long enough not to be surprised by anything he saw backstage.

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