Deja Vu (Sisterhood)
Fern Michaels
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 1420111930
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Celebrate With The Sisterhood
Thanks to a presidential pardon, the Sisterhood can put their fugitive days behind them and resume their lives in peace. Still, all the women admit that lately things are a little too calm and peaceful. Meeting up for the first time in months to celebrate Kathryn's birthday--in the City of Sin, no less--seems like the perfect antidote.
But before they can kick up their heels something too big to pass up is dropped into their laps. The time has come to deal with Enemy #1, a/k/a Hank Jellicoe. Wanted by the FBI, the CIA, and Homeland Security for starters, President Connor herself has run out of patience with their lack of results. Only the Sisterhood, with their special blend of guts, imagination, and friends in all places are capable of pulling off the impossible--of hunting down this monster and taking him out once and for all. . .
Praise for Fern Michaels and her Sisterhood novels. . .
"Revenge is a dish best served with cloth napkins and floral centerpieces. . .fast-paced. . .puts poetic justice first."--Publishers Weekly on Payback
"Delectable. . .deliver[s] revenge that's creatively swift and sweet, Michaels-style."
at the three angry men. “This room is bugged, you all know that, right?” Elias laughed at the instant silence that suddenly surrounded him. Just as the door opened, Elias decided he wanted to have the last word. “You three remind me of the Three Stooges. Not only do you look like them, you act like them.” “Oh, yeah, and who the hell do you think you are?” Span hissed. “I’m the guy that dog liked.” Elias laughed, a great booming sound that echoed around the room. “I wish you could see how
are not talking a lot of years here, ten at the most. Neither Elias nor Bert had anything to do with compiling the files. “If Riley did it on his own, he would have had to have spent every waking moment of his life working on those files, and this is just Hank Jellicoe’s file. Think about all those other files, thousands of them. Where did they come from originally even though they were in Riley’s possession? Who compiled them? Where are the people who compiled them? Is it even remotely possible
pearls,” Myra volunteered. “I never wore that dress I bought in Neiman Marcus; it’s yours,” Maggie said. “But those rhinestone boots won’t cut it with that dress.” “I have a beautiful pair of slut shoes if you can walk in them,” Alexis offered. Jack Emery looked around at the men seated at the table. He rolled his eyes, a signal they should retire to the garden while the ladies got down to the real business at hand, high fashion and a thousand and one ways to reduce Fergus Duffy to mincemeat.
curly gray-and-white wig and women’s clothing. He was sweating profusely. He got up, went over to the refrigerator, and popped a bottle of Coors Light. As with all his safe houses, the refrigerator and freezers were fully stocked. The cabinets held staples that wouldn’t go bad. With the exception of fresh fruits and vegetables, he could survive here without stepping outside for a year. Right now it was temporary. At least he hoped it was temporary. Jellicoe noticed that the hand holding the
age with the women of the Red Hat Society I’m going to tell you about, we think it will work marvelously if we work in sync. It’s the Red Hat Society. You boys probably don’t know what that is, but I’m sure the girls do. There are chapters all over the country, globally, also. Ladies of a certain age, fifty and up, wear decorative red hats and purple clothing. Very fashionable. They have fun. Let me tell you about the society just to bring you up to speed. “As I said, there are chapters