At Trump Tower—the iconic Manhattan building on the corner of 56th Street and Fifth Avenue—there exists a world of luxury, glamour, sex, lust, and naked power.
But at Trump Tower, nothing is quite what it seems to be.
Move in and meet your neighbors:
The money traders who are willing to do business with South American money brokers; the power couple, a TV anchor and her broker husband, for whom sex is sometimes an elaborate game; the Hollywood agent who is plotting to own the world; the British rock star under house arrest who sends out for good times, sex, and rock n’ roll; the model with one of the most famous faces in the world who just happens to be kept by two men who don’t know of each other’s existence; the Broadway star who is banned from the building; one of the richest men in the world who believes his innocent daughter is still innocent; the business owner who is being forced out by someone who wants her business; the mysterious and venomous woman who wants to build a tropical rainforest; the assistant to the Director of Operations who is willing to do anything to get the General Manager’s job; and Pierre Belasco, the General Manager and ringmaster of Trump Tower whose job is “ultimate discretion.”
In the great tradition of Arthur Hailey, Harold Robbins, Dynasty, and Dallas comes Jeffrey Robinson’s Trump Tower, where everyone’s life is a drama.
Leave your modesty downstairs. Trump Tower is the sexiest novel of the decade.
