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Blindsided (Sisterhood Series #22) [NOOK Book]

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Ladies On Fire

Myra Rutledge isn't ready to mothball the Sisterhood just yet. When Maggie Spitzer, former editor-in-chief of the Post and an honorary member of the Sisterhood, arrives with a new mission in mind, the Vigilantes are soon gathering in their war room once more. While catching up on each other's lives, they plan a brilliant campaign against a duo of corrupt judges running a moneymaking racket that sends young offenders to brutal boot camps, often on trumped-up ...

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Ladies On Fire

Myra Rutledge isn't ready to mothball the Sisterhood just yet. When Maggie Spitzer, former editor-in-chief of the Post and an honorary member of the Sisterhood, arrives with a new mission in mind, the Vigilantes are soon gathering in their war room once more. While catching up on each other's lives, they plan a brilliant campaign against a duo of corrupt judges running a moneymaking racket that sends young offenders to brutal boot camps, often on trumped-up charges. Their enemies are powerful and ruthless, but the Sisterhood have their own formidable allies--including former President Martine Connor. Once their scheme takes off, the guilty won't know what hit them. . .

Praise for Fern Michaels and her Sisterhood novels. . .

"Readers will enjoy seeing what happens when well-funded, very angry women take the law into their own hands." --Booklist on Weekend Warriors

"Revenge is a dish best served with cloth napkins and floral centerpieces." --Publishers Weekly on Payback

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781420130126
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 12/31/2013
  • Series: Sisterhood Series , #22
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 5,676
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Fern Michaels
Fern Michaels is a USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of the Sisterhood and Godmothers series, and dozens of other novels and novellas. There are over seventy-five million copies of her books in print. Fern Michaels has built and funded several large daycare centers in her hometown, and is a passionate animal lover who has outfitted police dogs across the country with special bulletproof vests. She shares her home in South Carolina with her four dogs and a resident ghost named Mary Margaret.

Biography

Born Mary Ruth Kuczkir in Hastings, Pennsylvania, Fern Michaels was married and the mother of five before she embarked on her long, successful writing career – a career that began with something midway between a challenge and a command. When her youngest child went off to kindergarten, Michaels's husband imperiously ordered her (in just so many words) to get off her ass and get a job. Long years in the domestic trenches had left her short on marketable skills, so she decided trade off her lifelong love of reading and write a book. Just like that. The domineering, unsupportive husband is history. And Michaels has gone on to pen bestselling romance after bestselling romance. Just like that..

With typical modesty, Michaels does not claim to be a great writer; however, she admits proudly to being a born storyteller. Her bulging bookshelf proves she is all over the map, producing with equal facility hot historicals, lighthearted contemporary capers, adrenaline-laced thrillers, and heartwarming tales of family and friendship. She is especially adept at writing stories about women who prevail in hard times – a reflection, perhaps, of her own struggles in her marriage and early career.

Raised to believe that the fortunate in life have an obligation to give back, Michaels devotes a lot of time to philanthropic concerns. She has established a foundation that grants four-year scholarships to needy students and has set up pre-schools and daycare centers for single mothers. She is also an avid animal lover and has been known to own as many as five dogs at a time.

In 1993, Michaels picked up stakes and moved from her home in New Jersey to a 300-year-old plantation house in Charleston, South Carolina. She and the dogs share the house amicably with a friendly ghost whom Fern has dubbed Mary Margaret. In addition to stopping clocks and moving pillows from room to room, Mary Margaret has been known to occasionally leave flowers on Michaels's nightstand!

Good To Know

Michaels confesses in our interview: "I'm a junk food junkie and a chocoholic. My desk drawers have more junk food in them than paper and pens. I chomp and chew all day long. At night I get up and eat Marshmallow Fluff right out of the jar. In between eating, I write."

Her first "sort of, kind of job" was in market research. Michaels recounts the gig's low-point in our interview: "I had a partner and we were testing a new pressurized drain cleaner. All you had to do was put this can in the drain, squeeze and supposedly the drain would open right up. It did, all right.

"The whole wall collapsed, and stuff that was in there for a hundred years flew everywhere. The lady didn't tell us the drain backed up to her kitchen drain and disposal. The company didn't care that we smelled like a sewer or that our clothes were ruined. The lady got a new bathroom, and we both got fired."

Michaels reveals some of her sources of inspiration: "Inspiration comes from everywhere. The title for Finders Keepers came from a cartoon with two chipmunks that my grandson was watching. I had a title but no story. I finally came up with one to fit that wonderful title.

"Names for characters sometime come from television. I had a character named Metaxis which is odd to begin with. There is a news anchor on T.V. who has that same last name. Sometimes it will just be a word someone says in passing, something I read or saw. There's no rhyme or reason to it. It's almost like, okay, I need something here, stay alert and it will happen."

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    1. Also Known As:
      Mary Kuczkir
    2. Hometown:
      Summerville, South Carolina
    1. Education:
      High School

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BLINDSIDED


By FERN MICHAELS

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2013 MRK Productions
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-8490-7


CHAPTER 1

It was a beautiful autumn day, too nice really to be indoors, but Myra Rutledge had already been out with the dogs. She'd even made a trip to town to run some errands and stopped to have a solitary, boring lunch. At the moment, she couldn't remember what it was she'd eaten. She looked around her beautiful country kitchen and wished, not for the first time, that she had some kind of culinary expertise. She'd wished so many things lately, and none of her wishes had come true; nor were they likely to come true. Sad.

Oh, how she missed what she called the old days, when she and the girls were righting justice, vigilante-style. The "girls," meaning Nikki, Alexis, Kathryn, Isabelle, and Yoko. But as Charles said, all good things must come to an end. She'd argued the point, as had Annie, but Charles had held firm with his words. After he'd bandied about the word old at least a hundred times. Possibly more, until she and Annie had run him off with the broom. He'd retired to his lair in the catacombs, also known as the War Room, beneath the house. Which hadn't changed a thing. At that time. Now, though, it was a different story.

Myra fingered the pearls around her neck, her great-grandmother's heirloom pearls, which she was never without. Her intention had always been to leave the pearls to her daughter Barbara, but that was impossible now. With Barbara's death years ago, her life had changed, and so would the legacy of her pearls. Maybe she'd just donate them to some charity and let it sell them off for whatever they could get.

A heavy gust of wind sent a cascade of brilliant-colored leaves sailing across the backyard. Myra debated a moment as to whether she should go outside and collect a bouquet for the kitchen table. She shrugged and decided that the chrysanthemums in the bright purple bowl on the table still had some life in them.

Myra shivered as she looked across the room at the thermostat. She walked over and turned it up. She flopped down at the kitchen table. The dogs came running, not understanding what was going on with their mistress. She fondled all of them and babbled away about everything and nothing. She missed the girls and the boys, but most of all she missed Annie, whom she had seen every day until Annie went to Las Vegas two days ago. She usually stayed ten days or two weeks, which always left a huge void in Myra's life.

The bottom line was that she was bored out of her mind and had no clue what to do to occupy herself. She could, she supposed, go down to the tunnels and pester Charles, who was writing his memoirs; but he'd make short work of her. She knew that because she'd tried the trick on other days. Writing a memoir such as Charles's had to be tough going since he'd been at it over four years. She had no idea why he was even bothering since he had to be so careful to change names, dates, and places so as not to incriminate anyone. In the end, what was the point? Whatever it was, it kept Charles busy, which was more than she could say for herself. Maybe she needed to write her own memoirs. Like there would be a market for her life story! Then again ...

The dogs suddenly tensed, the fur on the back of their necks standing on end. Visitors? Intruders? They ran to the door as Myra looked up at the security monitor over the kitchen door. A car was whizzing through the opened gates. Someone with the combination. "Annie!" Myra shouted, as she opened the door and ran outside. "Oh, dear God, you are home!"

Annie hugged Myra. "You missed me that much, eh?"

"I did. I do. I was sitting here going out of my mind missing you and feeling so very sorry for myself. I wasn't expecting you for at least a week."

"I knew you would be missing me, so I decided to come back."

"They kicked you out again?"

Annie laughed. "They can't kick me out; I own the joint. Things just go to hell when I'm there for some reason. This time, though, I thought I had it made. I tried sneaking in. Damn if they didn't know I was there before I even arrived. Does that make sense, Myra?"

"Sort of."

"Since Bert Navarro took over as head of security, wind couldn't get through a crack. We have better security than the White House with all those Secret Service agents. If you have secrets, Vegas is the place to be. Which brings me back to what I was saying—they knew I was there before I even got there. It ticks me off. I won seventy-three dollars on my way out of the casino. Do you want to go to lunch? My treat?"

"Anytime one of the richest women in the world wants to buy me lunch, you won't hear me declining the invitation. Where would you like to go?"

"Stop with that rich stuff, Myra. You have as much money as I have, and if the bill is over seventy-three dollars, you're paying the balance."

"Deal. What's wrong, Annie? I can read you like a book."

"Let's get a few drinks under our belts and talk then. Anything going on since I left?"

"Not a thing. Same old same old. The leaves are almost all down. I think there's supposed to be a harvest moon tonight. Before you know it, there will be frost on the pumpkins. I planted some pumpkins just to see if they'd grow. I have six or seven of a good size for the front porch, and Charles will have enough for pies at Thanksgiving."

"That's it! That's your news! Three days is a long time. Seventy-two hours to be precise. I can't believe nothing happened in seventy-two hours."

"Sorry to say it is what it is. I haven't even heard from the girls since you left. How was Bert? Did you meet with him?"

"He's fine and yes, we met for a drink. He likes the job. He hired a new man a while back who has his own story. I met him and gave my seal of approval to his employment. What that means is Bert has more free time with an extra set of eyes and hands. Having said that, according to Bert, there is never a dull moment. He said Kathryn makes it back to Vegas just about every weekend. Things are okay between the two of them since he's accepted the idea that Kathryn doesn't want to get married, not now, not ever. Once he crossed that hurdle and truly accepted it, he's less stressed, and they just enjoy each other's company for what it is instead of tiptoeing around each other. I didn't see Kathryn. Bert said she was due tomorrow. She thrives on driving that eighteen-wheeler, but then we all knew that.

"He's quite pleased with himself about Harry's agreeing to come to train his troops, as he calls them. Like I said, we have better security than the White House. Does that boggle your mind, Myra?"

"Yes, it does. Kathryn's young, Annie. The young thrive on adventure, and driving overland is an adventure. It's also survival for Kathryn, so we can't fault her. You keep forgetting we're old now. We can't do things like that anymore."

"Says you," Annie snapped indignantly. "Age is a number. Nothing more."

Myra looked at Annie, her eyes sad. "We have to be realistic, my friend. You can't stop the aging process no matter how hard you try, and I know you're trying very hard, Annie. Now, why don't you tell me why you really came back home after only three days, and don't try that trick about how they kicked you out, because I'm not buying it."

Annie stared out the kitchen window at the colorful leaves blowing in all directions. Like Myra, autumn was her favorite time of year. She poured a cup of coffee and carried it to the table. "I didn't realize I was that transparent."

Myra's voice turned gentle. "Annie, whatever it is, you can tell me. We've always told each other everything. You know I'm a good listener, and you also know I am not judgmental. Except for that time with the pole dancing," Myra said defensively.

"My eyelashes are falling out."

"What? That's why you came back from Vegas, because your eyelashes are falling out! Everyone's eyelashes fall out, and new ones grow. You can get new ones. I saw it on TV. I don't want to hear that your toenails are yellow, either. That's why they make nail polish. Cut to the chase, Annie."

"Fergus left. He's gone."

Myra's eyes popped wide. "Where did he go?"

"Home. To Scotland. To his family that he has been estranged from for years and years."

"What changed, Annie? Did something happen or change that you didn't tell me about?" She watched the tremor in Annie's hands as she brought her coffee cup to her lips. "You can tell me," she said gently.

"I was blindsided, Myra. I didn't see it coming. And, yes, something did happen, but I promised not to say anything to anyone. When your partner confides in you, you have to keep that private, and a promise is a promise. Fergus won the Irish Sweepstakes. It was a lot of money. I don't know why or how he thought he could keep it a secret, but he did. Somehow, his children got wind of it, and they started making overtures toward him. Blood is thicker than water. We both know that, Myra. It wasn't that he didn't want to share his winnings with his children; he did. The first thing he did was set up trusts for the children and grandchildren. I encouraged him to do that. I'm not sure in my own mind that he would have done it if I hadn't pressured him into it. Regardless, it's water under the bridge now. He's gone."

"Is he coming back?"

"I doubt it."

"How do you feel about that, Annie?"

"Well, Myra, I understand it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I would never, ever, stand in the way of a family's reuniting. Nor would you. We both know how important family is since we both lost ours. It is what it is. The sun will come up tomorrow, and that same sun will set later in the day. Life goes on."

"So does that mean you're okay going it alone? Did he ask you to go with him, Annie?"

"No, Myra, he did not ask me to go with him. It's easy for me to say now that I would have declined, but back in that moment of time, I don't honestly know what I would have done or said had he asked me."

"Is there anything I can do, Annie?"

"Not a damn thing, my friend. I have to work this out myself. Right now, I'm up for some action."

"Well, my dear, you've come to the wrong place if you expected action here at the farm. Unless you count taking the dogs out or riding over to Nellie's to watch paint dry. She's having her house painted as we speak. Pearl Barnes is laid up with a bad case of gout and is meaner than a wet cat, so we can't visit her. Martine, our esteemed ex-president, is in Dubai or some damn place with a lot of sand doing something or other. She left yesterday morning. It's just us, Annie. We can't even count on Charles to entertain us because he's deep into his memoirs and only comes up to cook and most of the times he ... God, Annie, I'm almost ashamed to say this, but he's been using a Crock-Pot since it does all the work. I'm getting sick of one-pot meals. I might actually have to try my hand with a cookbook."

"Well, that sucks. Everything sucks. Don't mind me, Myra, I'm just cranky. I took the red-eye, and I haven't had any sleep."

"Do you want to skip lunch, go home, and take a nap? Or you could go up to your room here. We could go out for dinner and skip that mess bubbling in that pot on the counter."

"No, I want to do lunch. That seventy-three dollars I won is burning a hole in my pocket. Get your jacket, and let's go. Do you have to tell Charles you're going?"

"You know what, Annie? He won't even know we're gone. He won't be coming up here to check on anything. Like I said, that stupid Crock-Pot does it all."

"Fergus was a good cook, much better than me. I might have to look into a Crock-Pot."

Myra rolled her eyes as she slipped into her jacket. The four dogs lined up, expectant looks in their eyes. "Nope. You're staying home, guys. Here's a chew. See you in a little while. Do not chew anything else while I'm gone."

The dogs, as one, looked at Annie, who burst out laughing. "Sorry, guys, I have no jurisdiction here."

"Hold on, Annie, someone is at the gate. I can't see who it is other than that it's a woman," Myra said, when the dogs rushed to the door. She eyed the monitor and frowned. "I think ... it almost looks like Maggie." Myra pressed a button on the panel by the back door, and the electronic gate swung open. "It is Maggie!"

Myra and Annie followed the mad rush of the dogs to get through the open door. "You wanted some action, Annie! Looks like we just got some. Oh, good Lord, the girl is crying!"

Maggie Spitzer barreled out of the car, stopping to pet each dog before she ran into Myra and Annie's outstretched arms all the while sobbing, as if her heart was breaking.

Back in the kitchen, both Myra and Annie fussed like two mother hens over Maggie, crooning and cooing to their younger charge as they asked questions. Annie moved to make tea, the universal cure-all to everything in life as far as she was concerned. That it never helped was of no consequence. The bottom line was that when someone was in acute distress, you made tea. Tea was the magic elixir to everything. Period. Bottom line.

"Please, Maggie, stop crying. I can't understand a word you're saying. We can't help you if you don't tell us what's wrong, dear," Myra said.

Maggie sniffled, then blew her nose in a wad of paper towels Annie held out. She gulped, took several deep breaths, and blurted out her turmoil in one long, sobbing sentence. Gus Sullivan, her husband, had died ten months ago in Afghanistan when he had been called to help out with a security company.

"Ten months ago!" Annie and Myra cried in unison.

"And you're just telling us now! Why?" Myra demanded, as Annie urged the young woman to drink the tea in front of her.

"I didn't ... I couldn't ... I was in shock at first. Then I got angry because Gus didn't have to go. He wanted to go. Even in the condition he was in, which wasn't all that good health-wise. He was in constant pain, and there was nothing more the doctors could do for him. All he said was, 'I'm a soldier. I have to do this. They need me.' He didn't think twice because some damn company wanted him as a consultant. He didn't even ask me if I was okay with it, he just agreed. We had a horrible fight, and he left. He just packed a duffel. Someone came to pick him up, and he waved goodbye. He waved! Do you believe that? He waved good-bye. No kiss good-bye. I didn't see it coming. I felt like I was ... blindsided, for want of a better term. Six weeks later, the same person who picked Gus up came to the farm and gave me the news, along with his gear. They said there wasn't ... there wasn't enough of him left to send home for burial. It was a roadside bomb."

"Darling girl, why didn't you call us? We would have rushed to you on winged feet. Did you go through this alone? Was anyone there for you? Oh, Maggie, we are so sorry," Myra said, wrapping the young woman in her arms. She looked up at Annie, whose eyes were wet.

"The girls. Did you tell the girls?" Annie finally managed to ask.

"No. I felt so guilty I couldn't bear to be around anyone. By then I knew I had fallen out of love with Gus. I called Ted in the middle of the night, and he helped a lot. He was there for me. He even came to see me once during ... the worst of it. The only other thing I did was call Gus's nephew, his only living relative, and told him about Gus's death, and turned over the kennel and the farm to him. He came in a heartbeat, and things finalized the other day. I had nowhere else to go, so here I am. I need a job. Are there any openings at the paper? I'll do anything, even maintenance if that's all that's available. I kept my old house in Georgetown and paid the taxes, but there's a tenant in there I'll have to ask to move."

"Ted knew. He never said a word," Annie said in a disbelieving voice.

"Because I asked him not to. I wasn't in a good place, Annie. I wasn't up to making decisions. It was Ted's idea to turn the farm and the kennel over to Gus's nephew, and the sooner the better. I would like to think that I would have done it somewhere down the road, but having Ted help me was even better. He would check on me six or seven times a day."

"Ted is a good man," Myra said gently.
(Continues...)


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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2013

    The entire series is wonderful.

    I feel as thought these characters are my friends. Through out the books they have been so well developed. When I googled the series I found pictures of the characters and was pleased with how much they looked as I pictured them.

    I really wish this would be picked of for a TV series. I hope this is not the last book, looking forward to more.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2014

    As always another great read. Feel like I've been with my frien

    As always another great read. Feel like I've been with my friends, Can't wait for the next book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 3, 2014

    The ladies are back in business. Good for us ageing, not so heal

    The ladies are back in business. Good for us ageing, not so healthy seniors, this book shows that we still have value. I did miss the younger people, though. Maybe the next book will have them in the story also. All in all, I just loved this book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2003

    Felt like I was reading a John Grisham novel.

    Widow Jeanette LaFleur and her young daughter, Brigitte, resided in New Orleans. Jeanette graduated (high in her class) and was qualified as an ophthalmic technologist. She began her dream job as Clinical Coordinator for Dr. Byron Rutherford's Epi Study (A.K.A. Living Lens Project). Upon discovering several problems in record keeping, Jeanette shrugged it off to lack of organization skills from her predecessors. But when she found out several records were either missing or never existed, she went to Dr. Rutherford. He, also, shrugged it off and told Jeanette that he had complete confidence that she could fix the problems. Jeanette dug more and kept finding problems with no answers. As puzzle pieces began to click into place, Jeanette found herself believing the project to be a front for several illegal activities. .................... With the help of her current boyfriend, lawyer Charles Carter, and her deceased husband's best friend, Dr. Scott Fontenot, Jeanette put together enough evidence for fraud and medical negligence. But when the trio began finding illegal body parts, and not JUST the corneas needed for the project, their lives were at stake! .................... ***** Here is a medical and legal thriller combination that, in my opinion, is right up there with novels written by author John Grisham! I simply can not describe how much I enjoyed this story. It kept me on the edge of my seat the entire time. It is very well written, fast paced, and the characters seem very realistic. ................ To know that it is based on a similar 1980's lens project, even though this is still labeled as a fictional novel, makes it hit home on an even deeper level. I proudly recommend this book very highly! *****

    2 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2014

    Blindsided by Fern Michaels

    Vigantes at it again

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 9, 2014

    Jade

    Wlks in

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 9, 2014

    Kevin to Chuck

    Stop interrupting you fu.cking a.sshole

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 9, 2014

    Chuck to jade

    Hey cutie

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  • Posted June 27, 2014

    As always a great read

    The sisterhood series books are my favorite from Fern Michaels. These books are entertaining and keeps you turning page after page till you are finally done. It is an always must know if they will get caught even though they work for the better good. Highly recommend any Fern Michaels books, but the Sisterhood Series is a must for me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2014

    Excellent as usual

    Just love this series....
    I don't get anything done when I'm reading these. Haven't looked but hopeng there are more to follow.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2014

    Jay

    Walks in

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2014

    love the "sisters"

    I was delighted when I saw another "sisterhood" being offered! I am waiting for the next one. I have all the series and love the way Fern Michaels writes! All the books have my 5 star rating, but, this one was just a little off... just did not leave me feeling quite like the others did. Wonderful series tho'

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  • Posted April 2, 2014

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    Fun, Suspenseful Installment to an Intriguing Series

    Laughter, excitement, suspense, a bit of danger and a lot of revenge run amuck when the ladies gather at Pinewood. The ladies of author Fern Michaels’ Sisterhood series aren’t ones to fade quietly into the background. Though it has been awhile since the ladies were called upon to dispense their own brand of justice, they are always ready for a new challenge. Narrator Laural Merlington does an excellent job bringing the characters to life. Her distinct mannerisms and vocalizations have you believing there’s more than one narrator. She does a great job of switching not only genders, but vast age differences. Merlington adds enjoyable dimensions to the characters and enhances the author’s story. This go-around only the older members of the Sisterhood are called into action at the request of Maggie Spritzer, an honorary member of the Sisterhood and former editor-in-chief of The Post. Maggie senses something is not right with two Maryland judges. She believes the judges, identical twins Celeste and Eunice Ciprani, have a moneymaking racket going on by sending youthful offenders to ruthless boot camps on charges that deserve far lesser sentences. Powerful and merciless, the Ciprani twins run their town with an iron fist. Taking them down won’t be easy, but then the Sisterhood has never backed away from a challenge. Maggie, Myra, Annie and the gang come up with a plan that brings justice to the innocent and deals severely with the very guilty judges. Once again Michaels has crafted a story of suspense, intrigue and laughter. The main characters are well-developed and likable, while the villains possess all the traits you hate for a well-balanced group. The story flows smoothly and quickly with a few surprises along the way and a good blend of humor woven throughout. The steadfast band of friends once again continue their renowned brand of dispensing justice for an entertaining and spellbinding story. BLINDSIDED is the 22nd installment in the Sisterhood series. It can be read/listened to on its own. However, to get a better grasp of the Sisterhood and their actions, a few earlier installments in the series should be read/listened to. This story will have you laughing, holding your breath and cheering for the underdog. Can’t wait to see what happens next with the Sisterhood. FTC Full Disclosure - This book was sent to me by the publisher in hopes I would review it. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review.

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  • Posted March 21, 2014

    Highly recommended

    Can't wait for next series to come out.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2014

    CLICK HERE IF U WANT A SE.X SLAVE

    I have two more left the first ines name is lilia and she is very h<_>orny and loves se.x do anything to her chain her up put candles on her chain her feet and hands up do watever u think of to her is she dosent listen ir jjst do it for fun rply back to me if u want her

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2014

    Stop

    Its disgusting

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2014

    Brady

    Comes in and asks "can i join?"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2014

    Rose

    Screams

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  • Posted February 14, 2014

    CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT BOOK

    I love this series and the Grandmothers series. I love all of Fern Michaels books. Keep them coming

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  • Posted February 14, 2014

    an interesting book

    enjoyed book very much

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