The Devil's Own

The Devil's Own

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by Sandra Brown, Renee Raudman
     
 

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HER PLAN WAS FOOLHARDY

But if it was the only way to save nine children, then she would try.

HE HADN'T STAYED ALIVE BY BEING MR. NICE GUY

He was the most disreputable and dangerous-looking man in the bar. That's why she wanted him.

THEY WERE UNDER FIRE

Together they fought the odds...and the burning hungers that made the steamy days and nights doubly

Overview

HER PLAN WAS FOOLHARDY

But if it was the only way to save nine children, then she would try.

HE HADN'T STAYED ALIVE BY BEING MR. NICE GUY

He was the most disreputable and dangerous-looking man in the bar. That's why she wanted him.

THEY WERE UNDER FIRE

Together they fought the odds...and the burning hungers that made the steamy days and nights doubly dangerous...

Editorial Reviews

Booklist
"The action and chemistry lift off the page in vivid Brown style"
Library Journal
10/15/2015
A young woman with nine orphans to rescue kidnaps a drunken mercenary to lead them to safety only to learn he's an award-winning photojournalist. First published under Brown's Erin St. Claire pseudonym as a Silhouette Intimate Moments in 1987, this sexy series romance is a good example of the times but still has appeal.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781441864031
Publisher:
Brilliance Audio
Publication date:
10/28/2011
Edition description:
Unabridged
Product dimensions:
2.12(w) x 9.06(h) x 0.20(d)

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Prologue

"Ramsey is out for your butt, Mackie."

The gopher, who had met the star sports-writer of the Dallas Tribune at the elevator, fell into step behind him as he walked toward the city room of Dallas' largest newspaper. Judd Mackie was unfazed by the threat of being out of favor with the Tribune's managing editor. He made a beeline for the coffee machine. Its brew was so vicious, so black, he'd often joked that they used the leftovers to fill in the cracks on North Central Expressway.

 

"Mackie, did you hear me?"

"I heard you, I heard you, Addison. Got a quarter?" The pockets of his slacks — expensive, but hopelessly wrinkled — hadn't produced the correct amount of change for the vending machine. He was notorious for never carrying money. It was ludicrous that he was bumming from a guy whose age and income were a fraction of his.

 

"Ramsey's fit to be tied," the gopher said in an ominous undertone as he passed his idol a handful of coins. 

"He usually is." Mackie watched a Styrofoam cup fill with coffee whom only virtue was that it was scalding and as darkly opaque as the sunglasses he still had on, though he'd been inside the building a full five minutes.

 

As he sipped barely diluted caffeine from the disposable cup, the lenses of his glasses fogged over, reminding him they were there. He took them off and dropped them into the breast pocket of his jacket, which wasn't any more dapper than his slacks. His eyelids were puffy; the whites of his eyes were rivered with red.

 

"He told me to catch you at the elevator and personally escort you to his office."

 

"He must really be steamed. What'd I do this time?" Judd asked with disinterest. Michael Ramsey was perpetually steamed at him. From one day to the next the extent of his wrath was only a matter of degree.

 

"I'll let him tell you. You coming peaceably?" the gopher asked worriedly.

 

Judd took pity on him. "Lead on."

Addison Somethingorother was an intern who worked part-time between his journalism classes at Southern Methodist University. During the boy's first day on the job, Judd had passed him a rumpled handkerchief he'd fished from an even more rumpled pocket and jokingly suggested that the eager student use it to dry behind his ears. But when Addison had looked wounded, Judd had slapped him on the back, said he'd meant no offense, and offered the best advice he could give someone who aspired to a journalistic career, which was to reconsider.

"The hours are long, the pay lousy, the working conditions abysmal and the best you can hope for is that whatever you've written gets read before the dog chews it up or the bird craps on it or the housewife wraps chicken guts in it."

Addison was still around, so apparently he hadn't taken the jaded sports reporter's words to heart. Judd would have continued to rebuke Addison's idealism if he hadn't remembered a time when he himself had had stars in his eyes about a career.

 

The stars had gone out long ago, but on occasion, usually when he was deep into his cups, he remembered what it felt like to have a burning ambition for greatness. So he let the cub go on dreaming his dreams. He'd find out for himself that life played dirty tricks.

 

It was midmorning and the city room was a beehive of activity. Reporters at word-processing terminals clicked away on their keyboards. Some had telephone receivers tucked beneath their chins. Messengers hustled among the desks, which were already stacked with packages and mail as yet unopened.

 

Then there were those individuals simply hanging out, smoking, sipping canned drinks or coffee, waiting for something newsworthy to happen or, short of that, divine inspiration.

 

". . . the Arabs. But then Israel — hi, Judd — wouldn't do . . ."  "So I said to her, 'Look I want my keys back.' Hi, Judd. To which she said . . ."

 

". . . me a quote. Hi, Judd. Somebody's got to stick his neck out and go on the record about this thing."

 

Popular with his cohorts, he nodded greetings as he followed Addison through the maze of desks, then down a carpeted hallway toward the managing editor's office. 

"There you are," his secretary said in exasperation. "Since we don't have a militia, he was about to send me in search of you. Thanks, Addison. You can get back to whatever you were doing before Mr. Ramsey summoned you."

 

The gopher seemed reluctant to leave just when the fireworks were about to start. But Ramsey's secretary was almost as indomitable as the boss himself. He ambled away.

 

"Hi, doll. What's up?" Judd tossed his empty cup into the nearest wastepaper basket. "Pour me a cup of the real stuff, will you?"

 

Propping her fists on her hips, the secretary asked, "Do I look like a waitress?" 

Judd winked and gave her the leisurely, miss-nothing once-over that rarely failed to make points toward a big score. "You look like a million bucks." He sauntered through the connecting door before she could retaliate against either his blatant sexism or ingratiating compliment.

 

Inside the door, Judd was greeted by the noxious fumes left by the first two of the four packs of cigarettes Michael Ramsey would smoke that day. He had one cigarette smoldering in an ashtray and another in his mouth when Judd strolled in.

 

"It's about time." His face was florid with rage.

 

Judd flopped into a leather chair and crossed his ankles in front of him. "For what?"

 

"Don't get cute with me, Mackie. You've really blown it this time." 

Ramsey's secretary came in bearing the requested cup of coffee, brewed in her personal coffee, maker. Judd thanked her with a smile and another suggestive glance that she knew, and regretted, was meaningless.

 

Copyright © 2003 Sandra Brown

Meet the Author

Sandra Brown began her writing career in 1981 and since then has published nearly 100 novels, with the number of copies in print approaching 100 million. Her work has been translated into over 30 languages.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Arlington, TX
Date of Birth:
March 12, 1948
Place of Birth:
Waco, Texas
Education:
Honorary Doctorate of Humane Letters, Texas Christian University, 2008
Website:
http://www.sandrabrown.net/

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Devil's Own 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
BUT thought it was better the second time. I love this writer and all of her fun stories. If you haven't read THE DEVIL'S OWN by Sandra Brown you should because it is one of her best novels in my opinion!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This story pulled at my insides and made me cringe with delight. It was heartwrenching and i loved it. Linc and Kerry are great together. Their fighting were the funniest scenes in the story. Looks are decieving. This book was sweet and short but cute.