Sweet Revenge (Sisterhood)
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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
to happen!” Rosemary snarled. While the coffee dripped, she walked back to the office, calmly picked up the phone and called the NBJ law firm. She spoke quickly and confidently. “This is Rosemary Hershey. I’d like to schedule an appointment with one of your senior partners.” The chirpy voice on the other end of the phone said, “Miss Hershey, we only have one senior partner, Nicole Quinn. She’s booked through to the end of March. Would you care to schedule an appointment with one of our other
just as neat, his suits and casual wear carefully aligned. Shoes, polished and shined, sat on shoe trees. The drawers were just as neat. No hiding places here. Everything was so tidy it was suspect. And yet, there was no sign that a maid worked here. Maybe the couple had a once-a-week cleaning lady. Kathryn hoped today wasn’t the day a domestic showed up with a bucket and mop. Bobby Harcourt’s bathroom was as neat as his bedroom. There was no water on the sink, no toothpaste specks on the mirror
companies and a couple of dentists. Oh, yeah, a couple of accounting firms, too. I bring fares here all the time. Looks like she’s going after your skin, buddy. Maybe your teeth, too.” The cabbie laughed at his wit. “You got a lawyer?” “Damn straight, a real shark,” Ted said as he dug in his pockets for the fare, the tip, plus the twenty-dollar incentive he had promised. “Thanks, cabbie.” He hopped out, head down in case Rosemary turned around and saw him. She didn’t. Even from where he was
the couple were all set to canoodle for the evening. Nikki inched her way into traffic and headed for Georgetown. She looked forward to spending a nice relaxing evening, sharing her thoughts with Jack. Her eye on the traffic, she reached down for her cell phone and hit the number two on her speed dial. Maddie’s voice came over the wire. “Maddie, it’s Nikki. I’m on my way home. How did it go with our new client?” “She’s a strange one, Nikki. She doesn’t do or say anything until she consults the
way you’re supposed to do it, Ted.” More tears dripped down her freckled cheeks. Ted looked befuddled. “I told you I loved you last week and you said I should keep my emotions to myself. You tell me one thing and then expect something else. I can’t read your mind. Is that a yes or a no?” “I don’t see you on your knees, Ted. How can I take you seriously if you don’t get on your knees? How much do you make a year?” Ted blinked as he dropped to his knees. Jack Emery would never get on his knees,