Now wasn't that ridiculous? Scandal, romance, crime, drugs, sex and seriously anything else you can possibly think of. And all those impossible coincidences that are just so convenient from the plot point of view. It asks you for some serious suspension of disbelief but in turn offers shameless entertainment. If you like stories about good girls who like bad guys (or you just like bad guys yourself) and you can stomach sentences like: "In the darkness, Frankie could only hear Sid's voice; he couldn't see his face. If he had, he'd have seen the pain there, deep and abiding, as he said, 'She's nobody, Frankie. No Relation. She's nothing to me at all.'" then give this book a go.
On a related note - what is with all the chick lit having beheaded heroins on their covers? Is it some sort of copy-paste exercise? You are supposed to copy-paste your own head there?