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Deadline (The Godmothers Series: #4) :
Life Starts Now
No sooner have Toots Louden berry and her three best friends--Sophie, Ida, and Mavis--returned from Sacramento, where Sophie provided some much-needed psychic advice to the First Lady of California, when another situation demands their attention...
Laura Leigh, a Hollywood starlet whose main talent seems to be landing in trouble, is missing. Toots' daughter, Abby, has both a personal and professional stake in the story. Not only is she editor-in-chief at gossip magazine The Informer, but entertainment attorney Chris Clay, Abby's would-be beau, was the last person seen with Laura. And now he's missing, too.
With the help of friends in high--and low--places, the Godmothers will navigate Hollywood's glittering inner circles and seedy underbelly to discover the truth. Along the way, they'll uncover unexpected secrets that not even one of Sophie's s?ances could have predicted...
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April 09, 2012
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Excerpt from Deadline (The Godmothers Series: #4) by Fern Michaels
"How can we go to the governor's mansion if it no longer exists?" Mavis asked Sophie, as the Citation X gently lifted off the runway at LAX. "I read about it on the Internet this morning, when I was checking my Web site." Mavis's line of funeral attire, Good Mourning, had blossomed almost overnight since its inception, but she continued to monitor her Web site for each individual order received. Now more than ever, she lived on the Internet.
Sophie rolled her chestnut eyes upward, showing only the milky-colored whites. "It still exists; just more of a tourist attraction these days. Ronald Reagan was the last governor who lived there. The gov-er-na-tor stays at the Sterling Hotel, which is where we will be staying for the next few days or however long it takes to assist the first lady of California with her nightmares." A slight smile lifting the edge of her full lips, Sophie mimicked the instantly recognizable accent for which the famous former actor turned governor was so well known.
"Stop being so damn dramatic. You may be a drama queen, but you're not an actress," Toots called out from the seat in front of Sophie and Mavis.
"I didn't say I was," Sophie tossed back.
"Stop!" Ida intervened. "I don't want to hear any smart comments today. I've about had it listening to the two of you squabble."
Laughter bubbled throughout the private jet.
When the four women had boarded the luxury jet, all of them agreed that California's governor flew in style. The cabin was decked out in creamy leather reclining seats, solid cherry cabinetry, and all the latest gadgets, including an Apple iPad2 equipped with high-speed Internet, and built-in telephones--just in case the governor had to make a call and was unable to move about the plane.
Theresa "Toots" Amelia Loudenberry, Sophie Manchester, Ida McGullicutty, and Mavis Hanover, the last three being Toots's daughter Abby's godmothers, were en route to Sacramento, the state capital. Sophie, in her newfound celebrity, was slated to perform her magic, said magic consisting of holding a s�ance for the Peabody- and Emmyaward- winning first lady. She had begun to be plagued with nightmares about her famous uncle, John F. Kennedy, the thirty-fifth president of the United States, who was assassinated when she was eight years old. When she'd heard of Sophie's success in abolishing ghosts and other unworldly beings, she'd personally called to ask for her assistance.
"Oh hush, Ida! If I wanted your opinion, I'd ask." Sophie smirked. "And I really, really do not."
There was a long-standing war of sorts between Sophie and Ida. Though neither would ever voluntarily admit it, if pressured, both would confess to loving the other. It was just that they didn't like each other.
"Now now, girls, let's not fuss. We've got a long flight ahead of us, and I, for one, want to relax before we're introduced to California's first couple. I don't want to appear haggard," Toots explained.
Mavis, the most upbeat and positive of the group, said softly, "Oh, Toots dear, you could never look haggard! I believe you're the most gorgeous woman I know."
Toots smiled at Mavis. "You are too kind, but thank you anyway."
Ida muttered something decidedly unkind.
As usual, Sophie and Toots ignored her when she mouthed off.
"Hey, this flight might not be as long as you think. Listen to this." Sophie held up the brochure she had removed from her seat pocket. "The Citation X can fly through a half dozen time zones before refueling, and it has a Rolls- Royce engine. Whew! This is some aircraft."
Ida spoke up. "That is good news. The less time I'll have to listen to you three run your filthy mouths, the happier I'll be."
Sophie raised her hand above her head so Ida could see her middle finger standing proud and tall. "And it says the bathroom is marble."
Coco, Mavis's spoiled female Chihuahua, growled from her royal seat, aka Mavis's lap. "Ida, I believe you've upset Coco. She knows full well that I don't say nasty things the way the rest of you do." Mavis grinned, before adding, "Or at least not nearly as often."
It was hard to imagine the woman Mavis had been just two short years ago. A retired English teacher and widow for seventeen years, she'd lived in a little clapboard house near the ocean in Maine before Toots had e-mailed her and invited her to Charleston, South Carolina, Toots's hometown. She'd been a heart attack waiting to happen when Toots rescued her, and, yes, that was exactly what Toots had done, rescued her. If she hadn't, Mavis would probably be six feet under that very moment. Guided by Toots and a personal trainer, Mavis lost over one hundred pounds and exercised daily as though her life depended on it, which it likely did.
Ida, a native New Yorker and a high-society snob, had been a complete and total nutcase. Recently widowed when Toots invited her to come to Charleston, the elegant former photographer suffered with OCD, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and a debilitating fixation on germs. Thomas, her spouse of more than thirty years, was thought to have died from the bacterium E coli found in a tainted piece of meat Ida had purchased from her favorite butcher shop.
Circumstances being what they were, Ida's psychological disorder had caused her to become a total shut-in. Her world of Clorox and sanitizing had quickly ended when Toots sent her to a famous doctor in California who specialized in treating her disorder. Not only had she been cured of her compulsion in a matter of weeks, but she became romantically involved with her savior, who turned out to be no doctor at all but an imposter. He'd almost bilked Ida out of three million dollars to boot. To see her now, minus her cleaning kit, was a true miracle.
Sophie, also a native New Yorker, an RN and a former pediatric nurse, had been recently widowed as well. Walter, her abusive alcoholic husband, died from cirrhosis of the liver. No big surprise there. Planning ahead and looking forward to the day he died, Sophie had taken out a five-million-dollar life insurance policy on him before it was too late and was now quite comfortable.