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Smart Women...Brilliant Choices
The women of the Sisterhood are fun, smart, sassy, and determined to get their way every time. But most of all, they are the best friends a woman wants by her side in good times and bad. Meeting once again in Myra Rutledge's beautiful Virginia home, they're ready to face a new challenge and right a vicious wrong...

Alexis Thorn, once a successful securities broker, spent a hellish year behind bars for a crime she never committed. Now she has her freedom, but she's left with haunting memories of being hauled from her office in handcuffs...of the cell door clanging shut behind her...of her pleas going unheard. Meanwhile the real criminals--her former employers, Roland Sullivan and his lover Arden Gillespie--continue to make millions by conning the innocent, especially preying on the elderly and taking their life savings. Alexis dreams of getting even. The legal system failed her, but the Sisterhood won't. They have a delicious plan that can give Sullivan and Gillespie a taste of their own bitter medicine...

Editorial Reviews

Myra Rutledge and the fun-loving members of her vigilante group, which operates out of Myra's estate near Washington, D.C., deliver more creative punishment to miscreants who escape the traditional legal system in the sixth entry in bestseller Michael's lighthearted Sisterhood series (Sweet Revenge, etc.). When stock broker Alexis Thorn spends a year in prison for defrauding elderly investors, a crime actually committed by her greedy bosses, the Sisterhood plots revenge with the assistance of Myra's childhood pal, heiress Anna Ryland de Silva, and DA Jack Emery, Myra's lawyer daughter Nikki's boyfriend. Reporters Maggie Spritzer and Ted Robinson don't make their job any easier after the pair break into Nikki's office and uncover evidence that could embarrass the Sisterhood. Readers looking for an updated Charlie's Angels in "wild women" mode will be most satisfied. (Oct.)
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-- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.

Author Information

Bio of Fern Michaels

Webster's Collegiate Dictionary defines a biography this way: A biography is the written history of a person's life. Fern Michaels isn't a person. Fern Michaels is what I DO. Me, Mary Ruth Kuczkir. Growing up in Hastings, Pennsylvania, I was called Ruth. I became Mary when I entered the business world where first names were the order of the day. To this day, family and friends call me Dink, a name my father gave me when I was born because according to him I was `a dinky little thing' weighing in at four and a half pounds. However, I answer to Fern since people are more comfortable with a name they can pronounce. I've been telling stories and scribbling for twenty-five years. I hope I can continue for another twenty-five years. It wasn't easy during some of those years. As I said, I had to persevere. My old Polish grandmother said something to me when I was little that I never forgot. She said when God is good to you, you have to give back. For a while I didn't know how to do that. When I finally figured it out I set up The Fern Michaels Foundation. The foundation allows me to grant four year scholarships to needy, deserving students. I then went a step further and opened pre-school and day care centers with affordable rates for single moms who are having a hard time of it. Doing Fern Michaels allows me to do this and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't thank God for being so good to me. I don't know what I'm the most proud of, the books I write, the scholarships, the pre-schools or the fact that I put my kids through college on my own with no help from anyone. Probably the latter because when all else is said and done, the only thing that matters is family. Is Fern Michaels a great writer. No. She is however, one hell of a story teller. When people ask me what I do, I say, "I scribble and tell stories." It's a great way to make a living. The Dutch have a saying, `If you can't whistle on your way to work, you don't belong in that job.' I whistle all day long.

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Imprint

Kensington

Filesize

781.90 KB

Number of Pages

304

eBook ISBN

1420102869

Excerpt from: Lethal Justice by Fern Michaels

Alexis Thorn slipped out of bed and walked over to the window. She loved watching the sun creep over the horizon, loved that a new day was beginning. She was mindful that today was the first day of spring. Finally, finally, she was going to get the justice she deserved. Today, she was ready. She curled up on the window seat with its flowered pillows and hugged her knees to her chest. Excitement rippled through every inch of her.
Once before she'd been in this same emotional state but it hadn't worked out, because back then she wasn't ready to exact her revenge against the two people who had ruined her life and sent her to prison. Now, though, she was soooo ready to take them on! Her body just screamed with vengeance.
"Woof."
Alexis untangled herself and rushed over to her beloved dog Grady, the dog she had thought she would never see again. But here he was and her life was better for it. "Want to go out, huh? Okay, but be quiet, everyone is still asleep."
The golden retriever dipped his head and it looked as if he understood, which he probably did.
There was nothing fashionable about the flannel robe she slipped into or the fuzzy, worn slippers. Once, a long time ago, before prison or BP, as she referred to that ugly time, she'd had fine things and a fine life. These days, thanks to Nikki Quinn, her attorney, she earned a living as a personal shopper for some of Washington's elderly residents. It paid the rent, her car payment, and her living expenses. Somehow or other, she managed to save a few dollars each month. It was a far cry from the high salary she used to earn as a securities broker but she'd gotten used to a frugal lifestyle.
Alexis opened the kitchen door to let Grady romp the grounds of Pinewood. She was startled to see Charles Martin on the terrace, surrounded by clay pots of brilliant spring flowers and drinking a cup of coffee.
"Good morning, luv. Can I get you some coffee?" he asked.
"I'll get it if you don't mind me joining you. It looks like it's going to be a beautiful day. I've always loved the first day of spring with its promise of warm breezes, gentle rains, and golden sunshine." Alexis was back within seconds, a cup of coffee in her hands. She sat down on one of the terrace chairs. "A penny for your thoughts, Charles."
"Right now, my dear, my thoughts aren't worth a penny. My mind is clear. It's rare that this happens so I'm trying to enjoy these few minutes."
"How do you do it, Charles?" Alexis asked. "Keeping it all straight, staying on top of everything, even while you may be missing your homeland? I would never be able to do that. I obsess. I can't move on and I can't seem to do two things at one time. Sometimes I think I'm caught in a time warp."
"Training. I can compartmentalize. Fifteen minute power naps. Protein. I love what I'm doing. It's part of my life," Charles replied.
"I envy you," Alexis said. "When do you expect the others?"
"Myra said by noon. We'll have lunch before we get down to work. Are you ready, luv?"
"I'm ready, Charles. I think I feel like Myra did when it was finally her turn to seek revenge against the man who killed her daughter. Like Myra, I thought this day would never get here. I am so grateful--we all are--that Myra formed the Sisterhood for all of us to do what the law failed to do for us. Sometimes, especially late at night, I have a hard time believing someone as good and kind as Myra would use her vast fortune to help all of us get our lives back. I don't know what I'm trying to say here, Charles. Help me out."
Charles smiled. "You're grateful. Sometimes the law... doesn't quite work. Myra wanted to pick up the pieces, to try and make things right for all of you. As you said, her vast fortune allows her to do this." Charles looked down at his watch. "It's time to start breakfast. I promised Myra I would make waffles this morning.