Sweet Revenge (Sisterhood)
Fern Michaels
Language: English
Pages: 315
ISBN: 082177879X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
PULL A FAST ONE? NOT ON THE SISTERHOOD'S WATCH. . .
There are some things that a group of gracious ladies just can't overlook--and doing one of their friends dirty is at the top of the list. That's the mission of the Sisterhood, seven women who would do anything to help out one of their clan, especially when it means righting a wrong. And Isabelle Flanders has definitely been done wrong.
Her former colleague, the conniving Rosemary, did everything in her power to ruin Isabelle, from framing her for a terrible drunk driving accident to stealing her husband and her architecture firm. Now, Isabelle's formerly lovely life is in tatters while Rosemary scoops up the spoils. It's enough to make any friend's blood boil. Rosemary may think she's flying high, but she's about to tangle with the Sisterhood. And when the Sisterhood is on the case, revenge is swift, delicious, and oh-so-sweet. . .
PRAISE FOR PAYBACK
"Revenge is a dish best served with cloth napkins and floral centerpieces. . .fast-paced. . .puts poetic justice first."--Publishers Weekly
PRAISE FOR WEEKEND WARRIORS
"Readers who grow weary of seeing the bad guys get away with their crimes will enjoy seeing what happens when well-funded, very angry women take the law into their own hands." Booklist
"An unforgettable story." --Rendezvous
mall. She said we were arguing in the car and that’s how I ran the stop sign. I couldn’t prove otherwise. Rosemary saw to that. In the end they believed her and I lost my license and my business. “It took almost a year for my memory to return, and even then it was just in little bits and pieces. But by then all the damage had been done. Another year went by as I tried to earn a living. I went to see Rosemary, to plead with her. She laughed in my face. When I was leaving her big, plush office, I
toes and high heels. And she didn’t have a spare pair of shoes at the office, either. She was halfway across the lot when she remembered the golf shoes that she had in the trunk of her car. She grimaced at the thought of wearing golf shoes with her Donna Karan outfit. If she didn’t get out of this rain, the pricey suit would be as wet as her shoes and she’d be hiding out in her office in her underwear. It was hard going walking into the driving wind and holding an umbrella at the same time.
were indistinguishable. Bobby excused himself again and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him. Yoko was off the chair in the blink of an eye and ran to the door. She cracked it open a mere inch as she strained to hear what was going on outside. A shrill, ugly-sounding voice ricocheted down the hall. Rosemary. Then she heard Bobby’s voice, deep and even, explaining that Mrs. Yee was his client. “Before you stomped out of this office, Mrs. Yee would have been our client. You left,
yesterday. You’re only going to get leftovers now. Why’d you wait so long?” “Because I didn’t know what to get her. She does have a bodacious ass, doesn’t she?” Jack held the door to the Rusty Nail open for Ted to enter. “That she does, my friend. Now, if you really want to win some points with Maggie, get something for her dog. Women love it when you include their pets. I read that somewhere, so don’t blame me if it doesn’t work.” He shrugged out of his wet topcoat and hung it up next to the
exit. If he was going to do that, he might as well go out the front door and head back to the house for his car. Maybe he could lose the shield in traffic. Outside in the early-morning spring air, Jack sprinted for the corner where he waited for the light to change. His destination was one block up and one block over where there was a cop directing traffic. His ID in hand, he walked briskly, knowing his tail was right with him. Too bad he couldn’t turn around for a full-frontal look. To do so