Chapter One

      April, 1928

      “Slow down, Chuck, or you’ll get us both killed!”

      A giggle bubbled up through her as she clutched the scarf tied around her pillowy ash-blond hair. The ends of the floral silk flapped, billowing out like a sail in the warm sun.

      In spite of her protest, she loved the speed. It brought the delicious sensation of being scared and excited at the same time. Giving in to the moment, she tipped her head back against the car seat of their convertible, tore off the scarf and let her hair fly away from her face.

      Fresh air and sunshine could cleanse anything. Her mother always said it took the pockets of darkness away, and that seemed to be true in Hollywood especially. She said that very thing when they came here the last time, in 1923, when she was an impressionable child of twelve, and Harlean had never forgotten it. Mother still believed Hollywood was a magical place, even though she had been too old for that magic to turn her into a star.

      Harlean felt the return of that old excitement as she entered this place again. Childhood memories flooded back as she and Chuck drove between endless orange groves beneath an arc of brilliant azure sky.

      This impetuous trip was meant as an escape from the darker things they had left behind in the Midwest. The sudden way they had eloped last September, with Chuck twenty and she just sixteen, had only been the start of the turmoil. Then there were her grandfather Harlow’s reproving words, and her mother’s tearful charge that she had officially just ruined her life by marrying a spoiled boy, even though he had a trust fund. That had fomented Chuck’s rabid desire to arrange their escape—and Harlean had agreed. After all, she had turned seventeen a month later, and so she, too, felt ready for a grown-up adventure.

      She squeezed her summer-blue eyes closed and tipped her face up toward the sun, refusing to think about any of that anymore. When she opened her eyes again, she glanced over at her young husband, his nose dusted with a pale coppery spray of freckles, the waves of his wind-buffeted cinnamon-colored curls spilling onto his cheeks over stylish horn-rim sunglasses.

      Men didn’t have a right to be so appealing, she thought to herself. No matter who was angry with her back home for their impetuous trip to a justice of the peace six months earlier, she wasn’t sorry she had gone against them to marry him. Really, was there anything more important than being in love with a man who took her breath away?

      “I’m gonna do right by you, Harlean. See if I don’t,” he had earnestly promised her two days before they’d eloped, as they lay across the front seat of this same green roadster, wound together, bathed in perspiration. He didn’t know it had not been her first time, but he had confessed it had been his. That had only made her love him more.

      He gripped the steering wheel more tightly now as they finally entered the vibrant city and then turned onto Sunset Boulevard.

      Hollywood, she thought, her heart soaring. I’m back! Harlean hadn’t a clue where they would sleep tonight, but she knew they were going to begin their married life here. They would work out the rest of the details later.

      “So, does the place look any different to you, doll?”

      “Oh, gosh, it hasn’t changed a bit!” she replied excitedly as they passed Grauman’s Chinese Theatre and a crowd of tourists milling outside looking for the footprints of their favorite motion picture stars. “Did I tell you we saw Miss Pola Negri there once before a picture show?”

      “You’ve told me a few times,” Chuck answered with a wink, followed by an indulgent grin.

      “Most beautiful, exotic creature I ever saw.” Harlean sighed wistfully at the memory of the dark-haired superstar, wrapped in ermine, waving and tossing kisses outside of the crowded theater.

      “I’ve read everything about her in the movie magazines, you know. Mommie tried to get her autograph that day but it was too crowded. When the fans surged to close around her, Miss Negri ended up leaving without signing anything that day.”

      “Your mother was hoping a bit of Miss Negri’s stardust would rub off on her, no doubt?”

      Harlean heard the usual hint of sarcasm in his voice. It always showed up in discussions about her mother, who he knew perfectly well had tried everything to find her own stardom when they lived here last, but Harlean was determined to ignore it. Nothing in the world could ruin the excitement of today. “She tried to get the autograph for me. Mommie’s idol was always Clara Bow.”

      “The ‘It Girl,’ hmm?”

      “You knew people called her that?”

      “Listen, doll, I’m not a complete dunce.” He chuckled and took off extra fast from the intersection at Hollywood Boulevard and La Brea.

      The drive soon took them onto a gracefully curving avenue lined with palm trees. She had only been this way once when she was here as a child. It was an up-and-coming residential area called Beverly Hills, dotted with chic, new homes. They had driven here the last time because her mother had wanted to show her the outside of the grand Beverly Hills Hotel.

      “Everyone who is anyone stays here these days. All of the stars,” Jean had told her daughter. “This is the place to be seen. If I catch a break, someday you and I won’t be stuck down here on the street. We’ll drive up and park beneath that big canvas awning, then sashay inside right along with the rest of them.”

      Harlean fought a wave of nostalgia as Chuck drove the roadster right up the long driveway, past the distinctive green hotel sign with the elegant scroll lettering.

      “Where do you think you’re going? We’re sure to get caught,” she gasped in a panic. “This is a private road, Chuck!”

      “Yes it is, doll, only for the paying guests.”

      “My mother said this place costs a fortune!”

      “Then it’s a good thing I have one,” he returned with a wink.

      Chuck didn’t like to talk about the accident that had left him wealthy, and he had only told her the story once. It was that night on this same car seat, with the top down, beneath a vast and sparkling canopy of stars.

      “At least they died together,” he had said quietly. “Father never could have gone on without Mother. She was his whole world. Like you are to me, Harlean. You’re the best thing to happen to me, the only good thing since I lost them. Those were awful times and I never thought I’d be happy ever again until the night I met you.”

      Her heart wrenched. She couldn’t imagine that sort of pain. “Oh, Chuck.”

      “No, I mean it, and I’m gonna marry you. I want what they had. I need it, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make you feel like a queen.”

      It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her. It had felt like a fairy tale that night, like being swept up in one of the romantic novels she read.

      And it brought out the longing for a relationship with her own father, a man who she saw so rarely after the divorce that he too might as well have been dead. Her gentle side came from him.