(Great for readers who enjoyed The Godfather and Fifty Shades of Gray.)
If Carla knew her interior decorating career would involve pornography, mafia and murder, she could have taken other classes, such as Self Preservation: 101.
In 1973 Carla met Roy, a wealthy movie theater owner. Captivated by her stunning beauty, talent and business sense he hired her to refurbish his theaters and their unique partnership led to marriage. Soon her work was admired by the boss of the West Coast’s most powerful mafia.
His wife hired Carla to redecorate their Hollywood mansion. She met and befriended other exquisite but lonely wives of men in that mafia. When Roy joined them he got involved in more porno, and then parental child abuse and murder. He drug Carla into the depths of that shady world with him.
Carla loved Roy deeply but had to escape his adultery and control. She found comfort and love in another man… a cop who set his sights on her husband. Spiraling deeper into that twisted, dangerous underworld, Carla’s mind became entangled when Roy turned against her. Doctors feared the loss of her sanity while a secret admirer loved her from afar with his hands tied. Could he save Carla from Roy’s rampages? Would a court step in to curtail him?
Or did Roy just dig her grave
I’ve always loved to write, tell stories that I made up and tell jokes. I loved to make and see people laugh. My life has been anything but filled with laughter so I understand well the hurt that’s in somebody else. I’ve been involved in the fashion world most of my life; as a hairdresser, runway model, dressmaker/designer, tailor, furrier and leather master. I even got into designing and making fine jewelry. I love creating and working with my hands. I’ve traveled a fair amount of the globe as well. I have also suffered from life-long bipolar disorder, manic depression and epilepsy. I self-medicated with alcohol, as do most like myself, in order to deal with the depression and anxiety. These depressions were sometime suicidal ones and there was nothing I could do but bury myself in a deep, dark hole and wait until it was over. Or overdose on pills and booze. What I write about is what I have experienced and lived through. I don’t need to make stuff up but God blessed my with a prolific imagination so I can certainly add my own flair to any story. In this book I wrote about what I experienced in my marriage to a man who got into the porno business because, “Sex sells”. The millions of dollars he made him rich but unhappy that he lost my love and me, something that’s haunted him for 40 years and could never retrieve. You see, I was Carla. I rejoice in the knowledge that “Vengeance is mine, said the Lord. I will repay you.” (Deut.32:35 and Rom. 12:19-20)