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Breach of Promise (Nina Reilly Series #4)

Breach of Promise (Nina Reilly Series #4)

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by Perri O'Shaughnessy, Laural Merlington (Read by)

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Broken hearts. Broken promises. Deadly consequences.

In glitzy Lake Tahoe, couples break up every day. But few are as successful as Lindy and Mike Markov, who built a $200-million business together--before Mike took up with a younger woman. Now he's claiming he doesn't owe Lindy a dime since they never married.

Attorney Nina Reilly, struggling to make a living


Broken hearts. Broken promises. Deadly consequences.

In glitzy Lake Tahoe, couples break up every day. But few are as successful as Lindy and Mike Markov, who built a $200-million business together--before Mike took up with a younger woman. Now he's claiming he doesn't owe Lindy a dime since they never married.

Attorney Nina Reilly, struggling to make a living in her one-woman office and raise a young son alone, agrees to take Lindy's case. Nina knows winning is a long shot, even with a brilliant jury consultant and a palimony expert on her side. It's the kind of case--full of passion and explosive secrets--that could make a fortune for a young lawyer. Or drive someone to commit murder--for love, money . . . or the right verdict.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Nina O'Reilly, the solo Tahoe lawyer with an attitude, is back. So are her loyal but surly assistant, Sandy, and her oddly detached lover, ex-homicide dick Paul. This time the legal issue is palimony. Wealthy, aggressive Mike Markov tells his wife, Lindy, that he's leaving her to marry a young employee of the business Mike and Lindy have built together. Lindy, a maverick not averse to keeping secrets from her own attorney, hires O'Reilly to bring suit against Mike for half the businessreckoned in millions. Mike hires a shark, Jeffrey Riesner, who makes O'Reilly feel so outclassed that she hires smooth co-counsel Winston Reynoldswho turns out to be an addicted gambler. The case is much bigger than any O'Reilly has tried before, and it plunges her into a tangle of reversals, deceits and snarly legal traps that the authoractually two sisters writing under the pseudonym O'Shaughnessy (Obstruction of Justice)handles adroitly, snapping out plenty of twists on the legal and moral sides of a midlife crisis. Although the jury deliberations drag and the action-adventure climax in boats on Lake Tahoe is unbelievable, O'Shaughnessy's courtroom strategies and her characters' idiosyncrasies keep ringing true. Author tour. (June)
Library Journal
With a compelling beginning, O'Shaughnessy's (Obstruction of Justice, LJ 9/1/97) latest legal tale seems to be heading toward the level of those by Richard North Patterson or Steve Martini. Continuing character Nina Reilly, struggling in her legal practice, accepts the impossible-to-win case of Lindy Markov, a woman who wants just desserts after the wealthy man she lived with for 20 years, never legally married, left her for a younger woman. As the story progresses, though, it fails to achieve the intensity of the beginning, leaving a long and tiresome second half with many unanswered questions, suspense that comes to a dead halt, unbelievable character developments, and overly convenient plot elements that become laughable. Somewhere in the plot, O'Shaughnessy tries to instill the moral that money is the root of all evil, but sheforgets to instill plausibility. Not recommended.Cecilia R. Cygnar, Niles P.L. District, IL
Kirkus Reviews
What looks like Lake Tahoe attorney Nina Reilly's most routine case—a palimony suit with millions in the balance—takes a startling turn in this inventive, misshapen legal thriller. Why shouldn't he move on? wonders exercise-equipment mogul Mikhail Markov. He's had 20 good years with his wife Lindy, and now he's gearing up for another 20 with Rachel Pembroke, his beauteous Vice President in Charge of Financial Services. Spurning his penny-ante offer of a million bucks, Lindy finds she's out in the cold: Mike kept all the company's assets and all their private property in his name alone, and no wonder, since Lindy's not really married to him. In fact, as Nina finds after she's already committed herself to the case, Mike's still kept a Separate Property Agreement in which Lindy long ago signed away her claims to any community property. So what does Nina have? Experienced palimony co-counsel Winston Reynolds, hotshot jury consultant Genevieve Suchat, 20 years of Mike's living with Lindy as man and wife, and all the evidence she can muster of Lindy's contributions to the business that bears Mike's name. It doesn't look like much, especially when Nina's confronting Mike's fire-breathing sharpie Jeffrey Riesner across the courtroom. But suddenly what ought to be an orderly, if turbo-financed, civil suit blossoms into murder. And although the O'Shaughnessy sisters (Obstruction of Justice, 1997, etc.) have duly provided tableaux of Lindy wielding knives and handguns, most readers will be surprised by both the actual weapon and the victim. Unfortunately, the novel pays a big price for its thunderclap: The murder investigation that closes it out manages to be at once shriller,sillier, more drawn-out, and more predictable than the legal thrust-and-parry that led up to it. Maybe the best way to read Nina's fifth case is to knock off halfway through, as Mike Markov undoubtedly wishes he'd done too. (Author tour)

From the Publisher
"A legal mystery for thoughtful readers . . . The surprise twists are wonderfully effective."—San Francisco Chronicle

"Ingenious . . . Move over, Kinsey. Nina's come to town!"—Monterey County Herald

"Gripping courtroom drama . . . Heart-stopping . . . Riveting."—Booklist

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Nina couldn't imagine how they could stuff more people inside. The decks were full of guests dancing, drinking, and snacking. The usual casual tour boat had been transformed--waiters in black suits dipped and posed with silver trays full of hot treats for the guests; tables with white cloths and real silver for a massive buffet dinner had been set up in the midsection of the center deck.

What must be hundreds of people murmured and milled through the scene, dreamlike in the dusk. Once her eyes adjusted, Nina said hello to a number of them; Judge Milne, who was rumored to be considering retirement, Bill Galway, the new mayor of South Lake Tahoe, and a few former clients. She stayed with the group where the judge was holding forth, and Paul wandered off. Seven o'clock came and went, and the waiters made sure no glass ever emptied, but Mike Markov didn't come and the boat sat at the dock as the lake and sky flickered with the fire of sunset.

By the time the guest of honor finally appeared, everyone, including Nina, had had too much to drink. A lookout gave an advance warning, and a hush fell over the boat.

Nina saw him come aboard. Looking like a man with a lot on his mind, he walked right into Lindy's waiting arms. He was stocky with dark skin, about the same height as Lindy. He embraced her quickly, revealing muscular forearms. "I'm sorry I'm so late," he said. "I was afraid the boat would be long gone." He looked around, puzzled. "Where is everybody?" he asked.

"Surprise!" the crowd shouted. The waiters popped another round of champagne. People poured out of the woodwork to pat him on the back.

For a moment, shock poised over his features likethe shadow of Lizzie Borden's ax. Nina had time to think, God, he's having a heart attack. . . .

He shuddered. In that first second he looked only at Lindy, suppressing some unreadable emotion. Then, like magic, as he turned to his guests a cloak of good humor dropped into place. He began to stroll through the crowd accepting genuinely warm congratulations, shaking hands as he greeted people.

"My God, Mikey. Fifty-five. Whoever thought we'd get there?"

"You look damn good for such an old fella!" This said by a bald man leaning heavily on a walker, who had to be teetering toward ninety.

"Great excuse to have a helluva good time, eh, Mike? Like old times."

Lindy trailed behind for a bit, then caught up with him, taking her place by his side. Nina stayed behind as hands thumped him on the back and good wishes floated on the air.

The engine started up. The paddle wheel at the stern began to churn up water, and a mournful, low blast from the horn cut through the sound of revelry, of wind, of evening birds and insects chirping away on land.

Just as the paddle started up and the big boat began to move smoothly away from the dock, Nina saw the final guest arrive.

The young woman came onboard quietly. In her midtwenties, with black hair so long it hung almost to the hem of her dress, the girl wore strappy sandals that crept up her calves like trained ivy. Nina thought someone should say hello and show her the way to the bar. She started toward her, but after a quick glance around, the girl dropped her coat on a chair in the corner, collected champagne from a passing tray, and downed the first half of her drink, edging over to blend into a group of people standing by the door who apparently knew her. "Rachel, honey. Somehow we didn't expect to see you here tonight," a snickering, booze-laden voice called out to her.

Nina wandered off to find Paul, who was watching the great wheel make its waterfall at the back of the boat.

The enclosed main deck, a huge, dark space alive with undulant bodies, still pitched with music from a live band. Far from deflating once the honored guest had eaten his cake and endured a shower of fantastic presents, the party was heating up. Nina dragged Paul to the dance floor, where they danced and danced some more. When a moment of clearheadedness intruded on her whirling brain, she moved outside to get a breath of fresh air, losing Paul somewhere along the way.

At the front of the boat next to the staircase, she leaned unsteadily against the wall of the cabin. They had reached Emerald Bay and the boat was circling Fannette Island, the rocky islet at its center.

In the shadow of the western mountains the water was indigo streaked with green, like shot silk. Fannette rose in solitary splendor out of the bay into a tree-studded granite hill. At the top, the ruin of a rich woman's teahouse presided over the whole sweep of bay.

Nina had always wanted to visit the tiny island. The stone ruin at the top looked inviting under the fading tangerine glow of the sky. She imagined what the teahouse must have been like back in the twenties, a rustic table and chairs for furniture, candlelight, a roaring fire; and Mrs. Knight, coercing friends from the city into the steep climb, long dresses hiked up, waiters with trays and tea sets leading the way.

Someone on the deck above spilled a drink and laughed, then complained about the chill. Whoever was up there went back inside, and the night fell into the shushing of the paddle wheel and the drone of the boat's motor. Nina closed her eyes and sank into a woozy meditation on the high life, and what to do with Paul after the party. Questions swam through her mind as the night's cool air, balmy and soothing, wrapped itself around her.

The door opened and two people stepped out. They didn't see her tucked away beside the stairway. She didn't feel like starting a conversation, so she said nothing. She would be leaving in just a sec, just as soon as she adjusted her shoe around the new blister forming on her heel.

"I thought you were going to wait for me at the marina," a man said quietly. "We would have been back in another hour."

"I just couldn't wait." The voice was a young woman's, and it sounded a little defiant.

"Did you know about this crazy surprise thing?"

"No," said the girl. "Have you told her yet?"

"With all our friends around?"

"You swore!"

"Honey, how can I? I thought we'd be out here with strangers."

"Liar!" the girl said, sounding near tears.

"I will after this is over, later tonight," murmured the man. "I promise I will." The voices stopped. Nina started to rise, then heard whispers. They were embracing, kissing. Oh, great.

Now feeling the cold herself, she waited, hoping they would pack it in soon. Then she heard a cry, and the violent crash of a glass breaking close by them.

Someone new had entered the scene.

"Oh, no. Mike. Oh, my God, no." Nina immediately recognized Lindy Markov's voice. "What is this?"

Oh, no, was right. Nina stayed out of sight behind the stairs, stuck like a fox with its leg in a trap.

"Lindy, listen," Mike said.

The first woman's voice, younger and more high-pitched than Lindy's, interrupted. "Tell her, Mike."

"Rachel?" said Lindy, in a quavering voice.

Nina peered around the corner. No one was looking her way. Markov stood next to the dark-haired girl Nina had noticed arriving late. Lindy stood about four feet away, facing him, her hand over her mouth.

"Oh, Mike. She's got to be thirty years younger than you are," Lindy Markov said.

"Mike and I are in love. Aren't we, Mike?" The girl moved to take his hand but Markov pushed her away.

"Be quiet, Rachel. This isn't the place. . . ."

"We're getting married! You're out, Lindy. We don't want to hurt you. . . ."

"Oh, shit," said Mike. "Shit."

Nina, who for all the attention they were paying to her might as well have been invisible, silently agreed with him.

"Marry you?" Lindy said, her voice shaking. Nina didn't think she had ever heard such fury contained in two words.

"That's right," said Rachel.

"What kind of crap is this? Mike? What's she talking about?"

In a high, triumphant voice, Rachel said, "Look at this. See? A ring! That's right. A big fat diamond. He never gave you a diamond, did he?"

"Get out of here before we both kick you from here to kingdom come," Lindy replied, her voice wobbling.

There was silence. "Lindy, I've tried to tell you," Mike said finally. "You just won't listen. It's over between us."

"Mike, tell her to leave so we can talk," said Lindy.

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"Calm down now, Rachel," Mike said, sounding remarkably composed, Nina thought. "Now, look at me, Lindy," Mike said. "I'm fifty-five years old tonight and I feel every minute of it. But I have a right to choose my own happiness. I didn't plan this. I'm sorry it had to happen this way . . . but maybe it's for the best."

"Five minutes alone with you, Mike. That's my right."

"We don't expect you to understand," said Rachel.

"Who are you to talk to me like this! Mike loves me!"

"Oh, now she's playing that game, where she can't see the nose on her face," Rachel continued, lifting her words over Lindy's. "This is real life, Lindy. Pay attention for once."

"Shut up!" Did only Nina notice the menace in Lindy's voice?

"You had twenty years! Five more minutes won't change anything. Mike, come on. Tell her."

But Mike apparently could think of nothing to add.

"I said shut up!" Lindy rushed toward the girl, knocking her off balance against the railing. The girl fell backward. Nina and Mike both winced at the sound of her cry, then the splash as she hit the lake.

"Lindy!" Mike said. "Jesus Christ!"

Nina searched for a float to throw to the girl. She found one, but a rope was snagged around it. She fumbled to get it loose, her fingers working clumsily at a knot.

Lindy and Mike stood by the railing, their backs to Nina, too deeply engulfed in their own private hell to care what she did. Mike leaned over the side, peering into the darkness. "Rachel can't swim!" he yelled.

"Good!" Lindy said.

"Look what you've gone and done now, Lindy! My God, you just don't think! Now, listen. You keep an eye on her. I need to get help." But before he left, he hurried back and forth along the railing calling to Rachel, reassuring her.

"What I've done?" Lindy said, standing close behind him. Nina recognized that she was beyond reason, out of control. "Look at what I've done?"

The lifesaver suddenly fell into Nina's hands.

"Mike!" Nina said, preparing to toss it the few feet between them. He knew where Rachel might be. She didn't.

Mike turned to face her, putting his arms out to catch.

And Lindy, catching him completely off guard, bent down and took his legs in her hands, heaved mightily and tipped him neatly overboard. "Go get her, then!" she yelled, and the explosion of maledictions that followed was swallowed up by the sound of a second splash.

Meet the Author

Perri O’Shaughnessy is the pen name for sisters Mary and Pamela O’Shaughnessy, who both live in California. They are the authors of eleven bestselling Nina Reilly novels as well as a collection of short crime fiction, Sinister Shorts.

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Breach of Promise (Nina Reilly Series #4) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
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The second O'Shaughnessy novel I've read, I found it enjoyable and a little more plausible than the first I read, "Move to Strike." I hope that's not an indication previous works exhausted the formula. Most of the characters are well developed, though I think the Markov's would have benefited from a little more in-depth an explanation. I liked that the action in this novel, for the most part, was a little more understated than I expected. It seems to deal with the human condition as much as the circumstance, though it does march you through, in its entirety, a legal trial and its ramifications. Unfortunately, it does manage to stoop to the requisite finale as a "big chase." I'd like to see the O'Shaughnessy sisters apply their wit and imagination in a little less pedestrian way. "Breach" IS worth reading.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read four of their books now and pass them along to co-workers who also love them. I look forward to reading each one they publish.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a book worth giving a chance. Strong characters, and perfectly detailed plot.