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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Goddess of Vengeance about Lucky, DIV><DIV>Praise, GODDESS with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction? End with the sentence '&#8221;&#8212;<I>RT Book Review</I></P></DIV>'.
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conversations.value: <DIV><DIV>Praise for GODDESS OF VENGEANCE:</DIV><DIV>&#160;</DIV><DIV>"No one paints a more tawdry -- and delicious -- portrait of Hollywood than prolific novelist the author." &#8212;<I>New York Post</I></DIV><P>&#8220;The 73-year-old chick lit doyenne of raunchy romance presents No. 27 with a revival of her most popular character, Lucky Sanangelo. But as kick-ass as the now 50-something Lucky is&#8212;operating ancient patriarch Gino&#8217;s Las Vegas hotel empire as it comes under siege from a menacing royal brat with pervy sexual proclivities and a nasty drug habit&#8212;the packed plot belongs to the next generation: Lucky&#8217;s 17-year-old mini-me daughter, Max; hot-and-handsome oldest son, Bobby; and all the lovers and losers the spoiled duo cycle through with giddy abandon. There&#8217;s never a doubt the author&#8217;s cast of strong women, and the guys who chose them, will ferret out true love and survive. But that&#8217;s not entirely the point in this delicious, manic tale of rich people behaving badly, getting everything they deserve, and leaving enough loose ends to warrant an inevitable sequel.&#8221;&#8212;<I>Publishers Weekly</I> (starred review)</P><P>&#8220;In her latest novel featuring the popular Lucky Santangelo, the author does what she does best&#8212;dishing on Holly wood in a fast and furious read.&#8221;&#8212;<I>RT Book Review</I></P></DIV>
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Goddess of Vengeance
  Oh yes, he remembered Annabelle, all right, and it was a memory he'd sooner forget. He and M.J. had double-teamed her—with her consent—on a drunken prom night. Something to never mention, especially to Denver, who he was sure would not appreciate hearing about it.
  A stern-looking older black woman armed with a lengthy guest list sat at the reception desk facing the elevator.
  Frankie bristled. "Frankie Romano," he said shortly. "An' you can forget about a room; we need a suite. An' make sure any calls get put directly through to me. Romano. R-O-M—"
  Cookie grabbed it, and pulled Frankie away from the desk. "Let's go," she singsonged. "Don't mess with Betty, she can be fierce!"
  The porter entered with their bags. Frankie tossed him the hundred-dollar bill the douche at reception had refused to accept. Always good to get out the word that there was a big spender in town.
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conversations.value: Randy, on the other hand, was into speedballs; he swore they gave him the best high ever. A line of coke followed by a powerful snort of heroin—Randy called it his dream combination, and it certainly put him in a euphoric state.
  Luscious had tried it a couple of times. It frightened her, so she was canny enough to stick to the drug she was used to.
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conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: She smiled at the thought of two incredibly stubborn people working side by side. No. It was never going to happen.
  A woman was walking toward her. A dark-haired woman wearing frumpy clothes and old-fashioned horn-rimmed glasses. There was something vaguely familiar about her, but Lucky wasn't sure what it was until the woman pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.
  THE SANTANGELOS. Copyright © 2015 by Chances, Inc. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: 10010. No. It was never going to happen.
  A woman was walking toward her. A dark-haired woman wearing frumpy clothes and old-fashioned horn-rimmed glasses. There was something vaguely familiar about her, but Lucky wasn't sure what it was until the woman pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.
  THE SANTANGELOS. Copyright © 2015 by Chances, Inc. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y.She smiled at the thought of two incredibly stubborn people working side by side.