My thanks to NetGalley and IDW Publishing for an advance copy of this novel that swings with the best of them, telling a story of gangsters, goddesses, singers and sinners in a time that seemed more innocent, at least to the citizens who watched these Kings and Kingmakers from afar.

There was a time when Gods walked the Earth, or at least the Sands in Las Vegas. Where the sound of ring a ding ding was a call to debauchery, where flawed men ruled, women were shared, women schemed, and a darkness invisible to most of the people, was starting to gather. Drinking was entertainment and a tool, power was the ultimate Viagra, and lies were used as currency. And the Gods forbid if one did not deliver on something that was promised, be it a date with a starlet, a movie role. Or control of the presidency. For these gods were quick to act, and many would get caught in their crossfire. Screwing Sinatra by P Moss is a pulpy, gossipy, rumour filled, conspiracy laced story set in the time of America's Camelot, with characters both fictional and more than real vying for power, fame, or for their very lives.

The time is before the 1960 election and life for the Chairman of the Board, Frank Sinatra was good. Sinatra was back on the music charts, his movies were being seen, he had a house in Palm Springs that was the envy of many, and he was still a magnet to the many women, or broads, that circled the famous. In addition he had a friend in the possible President of the United States, John F. Kennedy. Though he had enemies in Kennedy's wife and brother. The election with Nixon was running a little close, so Sinatra asks his Mob friends to do what they can, and in return, the new administration would look away from the Mob's actions. After the dead voted in Chicago, Kennedy was made president to the happiness of many. Which soon turned when the Mob was still being investigated by Bobby Kennedy. Sinatra knows only one person will be blamed for this, as the world can always find another singer, even one as popular as himself.

This is a book for people who loved James Ellroy, the Demon Dog as he called himself, and miss his earlier benzedrine fueled feeling pulp masterpieces. Or for those who still have copies of Confidential magazine with dogeared pages under their bed. This is pulp at its sleaziest, with a story that hits right from the first chapter and goes. Actually tha first chapter will probably weed a few people out. This is a book for those who listen to Sinatra at the Sands or even better while reading Crossfire, Appointment in Dallas, or other classic Kennedy assassination conspiracy books, while watching the Sinatra move Suddenly on mute. A very specific audience. Which I guess I am a part of. Though as Groucho Marx said, : I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member. There are a lot of member mentions in this book, a lot of violence, short sharp and ugly, and a lot of uncharitable mentions about women. Though I must say Jacqueline Kennedy is my hero here. Again not for everyone, but if anything I have said resounds with the reader, this book will probably be up your alley. I will have to read more by P Moss, as they are quick, brutal in some spots, and super diverting from the world we find ourselves in today.

I started this but ended up DNFing it. It just wasn’t for me, and I thought it was going to be something different.

The premise of this book sounds really interesting, and you can tell the author's passion for writing is so clear.

Unfortunately, this book was a DNF for me at this time. The writing style just felt very jolting, and I didn't feel that the characters were written in a three-dimensional way. I just didn't feel myself drawn into the story in the way I was hoping to.

However, with this said, I hope others will take the opportunity to read this book and decide for themselves. Sadly, it just isn't a good fit for me at this time.

Thank you so much to NetGalley and IDW Publishing for the e-ARC of this novel. All opinions expressed in this review are my own.

I requested Screwing Sinatra by P. Moss because I thought it would be a fictionalized book about Frank Sinatra and his connections with the Mob. I expected some invented dialog and events, but I was only partially right. This novel was simply a book about fabrications, rumors and sensational fantasy. I did not enjoy it and would not recommend it.

A fast effort.
I was surprised at how short the story was.
It's an interesting read.
But, I am a fan of the Era and the events of the time.
Ultimately a niche novel.
Not a bad thing to say, but I imagine not that author's hope to read this.

Sorry.
Be proud of the work

This is an imaginative use of history. It uses some bits of The Godfather, but includes the Kennedys as characters. It is also crass and pretty silly. It uses the broadest conspiracy theories to fit into the story, which I don't make a lot of sense. It was a quick read and good for time spent on an airplane, but not more than that.