If you thought Wall Street was cut-throat, wait till to you meet the Kelly bag-toting, Chanel-wearing, Bugaboo-pushing mothers of New York's Upper East Side 'AFFLUENZA: malaise of the extremely wealthy; symptoms include panic over which color Bugaboo to buy and night sweats about which $15,000 pre-pre-school to apply to.' Hannah adores her husband Josh, so when he gets offered a fabulous job in Manhattan, she's happy to abanIf you thought Wall Street was cut-throat, wait till to you meet the Kelly bag-toting, Chanel-wearing, Bugaboo-pushing mothers of New York's Upper East Side 'AFFLUENZA: malaise of the extremely wealthy; symptoms include panic over which color Bugaboo to buy and night sweats about which $15,000 pre-pre-school to apply to.' Hannah adores her husband Josh, so when he gets offered a fabulous job in Manhattan, she's happy to abandon their cozy West Coast life for the social whirl of the Big Apple. But motherhood in Manhattan is a whole different ball-game -- in fact, for the bored and pampered women of New York's wealthiest families, it's practically an Olympic sport. In a world where who you know and how you look is everything, Hannah finds herself adrift in a sea of 'Reximoms (mothers who drop the baby weight in two weeks or less), Nannyjackers (mothers who try to steal other people's nannies) and Momsicles (cold-hearted mothers who never cuddle their kids). Suddenly loving her family isn't enough -- Hannah just can't seem to measure up.And with Josh working longer and longer hours, her quest to fit in -- whether it's getting her daughter into the city's top nursery or finding the perfect apartment -- is increasingly lonely. So when an old flame re-enters her life, who can blame her for wondering what might have been? But as old passions are rekindled, Hannah finds herself increasingly torn between a life of happily married motherhood and the murky moral state in which her wealthy friends seem to live. And when her marriage begins to feel the strain, she will have to learn to fight for what it is she really wants in this brilliantly funny novel about love, motherhood and staying sane

There's a cougar on the prowl in Manhattan's Upper East Side in the latest laugh-out-loud romance from "Queen of the beach read" ("Washington Post Express") Jill Klargman.
Eighteen years ago, Eden Clyde exchanged her dreams of true love for a life of wealth and glamour as the muse and lover of Otto Clyde, the philandering and much older king of the art world. This seemed like a fair bargain at the time, but-as her fortieth birthday looms-Eden realizes the price she's paid. Eden leaves Otto, only to become hot and heavy with Gotham's most eligible bachelor: the much younger Chase Lydon. But when an old flame resurfaces, Eden must decide if she wants the life she's living and loving right now, or the love she left behind.
A poignant and hilarious cocktail of a novel, "Arm Candy" proves that it's never too late to find true love.

"A cheeky tale for recession-era romantics," (More) from a bestselling author The year is 2006 and Holly Talbott is married to the founder of Comer Capital at the apex of excess on Wall street. Sure, Holly loves being a stay-at-home mom and keeping house accounts at all the best places, but there are some downsides to being Mrs. Hedgefund. Even botox can't beautify her mother in-law's withering stares, and her husband, Tim, is away so often it feels like she's single again. So when it turns out that not all of Tim's trips have been for business, the newly minted divorcee ventures beyond the Upper East Side and finds that sometimes exes have all the fun. Impeccably rendered with wit and style, The Ex-Mrs. Hedgefund is an old-fashioned love story and a celebration of New York-in any economy.

A hilarious and deliciously scathing send-up of motherhood as practiced in the upper echelons of Manhattan society, from the coauthor of "The Right Address" and "Wolves in Chic Clothing.
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The mothers on Manhattan's chic Upper East Side are highly educated, extremely wealthy, and very competitive. They throw themselves and all of their energy and resources into full-time child rearing, turning their kids into the unwitting pawns in a game where success is measured in precocious achievements, jam-packed schedules, and elite private-school pedigrees.
Hannah Allen has recently moved to the neighborhood with her New York City-bred investment banker husband and their two-year-old daughter, Violet. She's immediately inundated by an outpouring of advice from her not-so-well-intentioned new friends and her overbearing, socially conscious mother-in-law, who coach her on matters ranging from where to buy the must-have $300 baby dress to how to get into the only pre-pre-preschool that counts. Despite her better instincts and common sense, Hannah soon finds herself caught up in the competitive whirl of high-stakes mothering.

"The Right Address "sears through the upper crust of New York's glittering Park Avenue scene to dish the dirt on the ladies who lunch, the gents who club, and the desperate climbers who will stop at nothing to join the backstabbing, champagne-sipping, socialite-eat-socialite stratosphere.
When Melanie Sartomsky, wily Floridian flight attendant, snares billionaire divorcee Arthur "the coffin king" Korn, she is catapulted into the creme de la creme of Park Avenue society, where hiring the wrong decorator is tantamount to social suicide, and where, if you're anyone, your personal assistant has a personal assistant. But Melanie quickly discovers that in the world of the rich and idle, malicious gossip is as de rigeur as owning twenty pairs of Manolo Blahniks. And despite her frenzied plunge into the charity circuit and the right dinner reservations, her neighbors are Givenchy-clad vultures who see her as nothing more than a reinvented trailer trollop. To make matters worse, when a snide society-rag journalist rakes her over the coals, Melanie's reputation is toast.
Meanwhile, Melanie is not the only billionaire in the neighborhood coming unhinged. Kleptomania, adultery, plagiarism, and a grisly Harlem sex murder are just a few of the secrets swirling under the pedigreed patina of furs and emeralds on Park Avenue.

Hazel's turning thirty and she has everything she's ever wanted: a kickass job, a dream apartment in New York City, and the perfect boyfriend--who's just days away from proposing. She should be happy . . . so why doesn't she feel ready to settle down?

The morning after her birthday, Hazel boards a flight to L.A. only to get the surprise of her life: she's sitting next to her all-time biggest celebrity crush, rock star Finn Schiller Only the night before, Hazel had confessed her infatuation with the gorgeous musician, and her boyfriend joked that she had a free pass if she ever met him. Even more unbelievable is that during the flight they genuinely connect.

What started as a far-fetched fantasy quickly becomes a real attraction, and after a dream date and taste of the rock-star life with Finn in L.A., Hazel is forced to reevaluate everything. Hazel couldn't forgive herself if she just walked away from her wildest dream come true. But is her wildest dream the stuff that happiness is made of?