The Sisterhood Makes Things Right
After years of trying to become pregnant without success, Rachel Dawson and her husband Thomas felt their dreams had finally come true the day they brought home their newly adopted twin babies. Though the lawyer Baron Bell who arranged for the surrogate mother charged a hefty six-figure fee, one glance into the eyes of their precious children told them it was all worth it. Until the birth mother reappeared, first demanding more money, then the twins themselves. Suddenly Baron Bell was nowhere to be found, and the Dawsons were once again childless, heartbroken and nearly destitute.
When the case finds its way to the offices of high-profile attorney Lizzie Fox, she can't wait to take down the so-called "Mr. Wonderful." And she knows she'll have all the help she needs as it's just the kind of crime that really gets the Sisterhood's adrenalin flowing. Once they get their hands on the perpetrators there will be hell to pay, and it will cost a lot more than cold, hard cash...
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1 . Great Sisterhood Book
Posted February 27, 2011 by barbinva , Newport News, VAAnother great sisterhood book. Wish they came closer together.
2 . disappointed
Posted February 11, 2011 by licorice , High River, ABA real disappointment since I usually enjoy Fern Michaels titles.
3 . Waste of money
Posted May 31, 2010 by Penny , Spruce GroveI used to love Fern's books but this one fell way short. It was really only 175 pages of the 245 - the rest were bits from other books. She really, really needed a proof reader for the continuity. There were so many holes in the story and the situations I just laughed. It was like she wrote it in a couple of hours and never had one person review it before it was published. I won't be buying anymore of her books.
4 . I put down other books to read this one!!!
Posted April 30, 2010 by Abby , Vancouver, BCAfter reading 16 books in this series...the writing got a little predictable. I can't say I was too fond of Michael's last books on the Sisterhood...but this book brought it all back together. The revenge was delicious and I was hooting with laughter over the antics of the "boys"! With the way the book ended off, you know that there will be more to come! Fun read!!!
March 29, 2010
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Excerpt from Deadly Deals by Fern Michaels
It looked like a cozy building, and it was . . . in the spring and summer. Ivy covered the brick walls, and flower beds abounded, all tended by the new manager of the Quinn law firm, a twelve-member, all-female firm, as everyone was quick to point out. In whispered tones, of course. Previously owned by Nikki Quinn, one of the infamous vigilantes.
In the fall and winter, the three-story brick building in Georgetown took on another appearance.
Usually smoke could be seen wafting up through the chimney from the fireplace in the spacious lobby. A wreath of colorful leaves adorned the stark white door.
The Monday after Thanksgiving, the building took on another transformation. A fragrant evergreen wreath with a red satin bow almost as wide as the door arrived from a grateful client in Oregon.
Inside, the fire blazed; the birch logs from another grateful client somewhere in the state of Washington had arrived like clockwork the day before Thanksgiving.
It was a low-key firm; all the lawyers were friends, each of them helping the other. There was no shortage of clients, but that hadn't always been the case. At one point the firm had struggled to keep its head above water, but that had all changed when the vigilantes were captured, then escaped. The media had had a field day as they splashed the news that the Quinn law firm's owner was one of the infamous women. Within twenty-four hours, there had been long lines of women, some men, too, queuing outside to be represented by the now prestigious-cum-outrageous, famous law firm.
Nancy Barnes, the firm's office manager, was fairly new to the firm. She'd replaced her aunt Maddy, who had retired to stop and smell the roses a year after the vigilantes had gone on the run. She knew the firm inside and out, having worked there summers and holidays for as long as she could remember. She herself was a paralegal but had found out that management was more to her liking. She had a wonderful rapport with the lawyers and clients. At Christmastime alone she had to have a friend come by with a pickup truck to take all her presents home, gifts from the lawyers, gifts from all the grateful clients. Nancy Barnes loved her job.
On the first day of October, Nancy was huffing and puffing as she struggled with an oversize pumpkin that she had somehow managed to get into the lobby after opening the door and turning off the alarm without dropping the enormous squash. She knew by the end of the week there would be about twenty more pumpkins around her scarecrow-and-hay arrangement, brought in by the lawyers themselves, as well as the paralegals and secretaries.
Cozy. A feel-good place to come to when in trouble.
Nancy looked up to see a young woman coming through the door. Her first thought was that she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Fragile. Scared. But there was a spark of something she couldn't quite define. Yet. Nancy Barnes was a chunky young woman who wore sensible shoes. She had curly hair, unruly curly hair, and a bridge of freckles that danced across her nose and rosy cheeks. She wore granny glasses and always had two or three pencils stuck behind her ears or in her hair. It was her smile that put new clients at ease, or maybe it was her first words of greeting; no one was ever quite sure.
"Good morning. What can I do to help you?"
"I'm Rachel Dawson, and I need to talk to a lawyer as soon as possible. I don't have an appointment. I'm sorry. I just . . . what I did was . . .
My husband doesn't know I'm here. I can't afford to be here." The woman flapped her arms, then said, "But here I am."
"I'll tell you what. Walk around here to where I am. I'll get us both some coffee, and you and I can talk. What that means is after you tell me your problem, I'll decide who would work best with you. We have doughnuts, too." Rachel Dawson tried her best to smile but couldn't bring it off. Nancy could see she was fighting back tears.
Settled at her desk, with coffee Rachel Dawson wasn't going to drink, Nancy asked gently, "Tell me what you're comfortable telling me so all of us here can help you. I want you to think of this firm as your extended family. Everyone here works for the client, and it doesn't matter which attorney is assigned to you. Do you understand that?"
"I can't afford to be here. My husband is going to be upset when he finds out I . . ."
"Let's not talk about payment right now. But for the record, we do quite a bit of pro bono work. I'm usually the one who makes that particular decision, so we aren't going to worry about whether you qualify or not right now. Tell me how we can help you."
Rachel Dawson fooled Nancy. Before she spoke, she gulped at her coffee and drained the cup. "I can't have children. It's me, not my husband. I've had every test in the book. I'm thirty-seven.
My husband is thirty-eight. We both have very good jobs, but right now I'm on a leave of absence. We were desperate to have a child, but the wait was so long, and going outside the country didn't work for us. A friend of a friend told us about a lawyer who arranged adoptions. We went to see him a year or so ago, and in the end what we did . . . what my husband did was donate his sperm to a surrogate. It was all legal. We paid the lawyer a hundred thousand dollars. I don't know how much of that went to the surrogate. We paid all her medical expenses. I even drove her to the doctor's when she had to go. She was a student at George Washington University.
We bought her clothes, food, and paid her rent.
"She gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. We were overjoyed. I can't tell you how giddy we were. We went into panic mode the day we found out. We had to redo the house--you know, make room for two babies instead of one. I guess I should tell you we had to borrow forty thousand dollars from our parents. Call us foolish, but we'd been saving for a college fund even though we had no children. We hoped that we would eventually be blessed. We're savers, Miss Barnes."
Nancy watched Rachel peer into her cup. She seemed surprised that it was empty. So Nancy reached for the cup and went to the kitchen for a refill.
"We were so happy. It was like suddenly our life was now complete. We didn't sleep. We sat up and watched the twins sleep. I guess all new parents do that. My husband took leave, too, for a month, so I could get things working. We couldn't afford a nanny, and our parents helped out. We literally thought we'd died and gone to heaven."
Rachel reached for the coffee and again drained the full cup. She set it down precisely where it had been. Nancy waited, knowing the worst was about to be revealed. She wasn't wrong.
"Then our world turned upside down. A letter came in the mail from a lawyer saying his client, the surrogate mother, wanted the twins back. We thought about fighting back, but we had seen cases like this played out in the media, and the birth mother always got the children.
Our parents offered to mortgage their houses. We were going to cash in our retirement funds and the college fund but were advised not to do that. My husband talked to several lawyers, and they basically told us to move on and put it behind us. I went to the lawyer we used to arrange the adoption. I called and called, and he didn't call back. I went to his office, and they wouldn't let me see him. I thought about going to the newspaper, but the truth was, I wasn't strong enough mentally or physically for that kind of onslaught. You'll find out sooner or later that I had a mini-breakdown. That's what they called it, anyway."
Nancy looked down at the small recording machine, which she'd decided to use at the last minute. As usual, she'd forgotten to mention it to this frail woman sitting in front of her. "Mrs. Dawson, I'm recording this conversation. I hope that's okay. I should have told you that before I turned the machine on."
"That's okay. Is there anything you can do for me and Tom?"