Fool Me Once

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No other author plumbs the depths of the human heart - or portrays the joys of human redemption - quite like Fern Michaels. In Fool Me Once, she captures the fraught, yet richly satisfying story of one woman’s search for the mother she never knew…and her discovery of the woman she’s yet to become.

Olivia Lowell always believed her father’s claim that her mother died in childbirth, until the shocking day a lawyer informs her that her mother has just passed away, leaving her a ...

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Overview

No other author plumbs the depths of the human heart - or portrays the joys of human redemption - quite like Fern Michaels. In Fool Me Once, she captures the fraught, yet richly satisfying story of one woman’s search for the mother she never knew…and her discovery of the woman she’s yet to become.

Olivia Lowell always believed her father’s claim that her mother died in childbirth, until the shocking day a lawyer informs her that her mother has just passed away, leaving her a fortune. The money comes with a caveat - and a confession. In her will, Olivia’s mother reveals that she and two college friends committed a crime long ago, and now she wants Olivia to track down her accomplices and convince them to come clean.

Feeling betrayed by her father, and unsure that she even wants her mother’s tainted money, Olivia must decide if she can handle the secrets of the past. Fulfilling her mother’s request won’t be easy, nor will mending her relationship with her father. But with the help and affections of a handsome young lawyer, and the sweet companionship of her beloved terriers, Olivia will come to understand who her mother really was, and who she, herself, was meant to be…

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Dog antics and a dead mother's strange legacy drive Michaels's latest (Hey, Good Looking), a repetitive story peopled with caricatures. Thirty-four-year-old Olivia Lowell was reared by her father, Dennis, who told her that her mother, Allison, died in childbirth. Content with her job as a dog photographer and a ho-hum relationship with an accountant, Olivia nearly comes unhinged when she learns that her mother recently passed away-and willed her a mail-order empire as well. But a letter from Allison, written 10 months before her death, reveals that she started her successful business with money stolen from a bank. Allison requests that Olivia return her share of the money, then find her partners-in-crime and make them do the same. With the help of the romantic interest, Jeff Bannerman, a lawyer who's handler to a pesky Yorkshire terrier named Cecil, Olivia sets about resentfully fulfilling her mom's last wishes. The book's final third deals largely with the threat of having Cecil taken away, a plot twist that feels like an afterthought, as does the truth that's revealed about the robbery and its aftermath. This novel may provide escapism for dog lovers, but pat lessons and slipshod plotting will disappoint others. (Aug. 29) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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In Fool Me Once, 34-year-old pet photographer Olivia Lowell is shattered when a lawyer appears on her doorstep, announcing the death of her mother, whom she thought had died in childbirth. Further adding to Olivia's confusion and shock is the news that her mother left her a multimillion-dollar mail-order business, a confession, and a request that she anonymously return money stolen more than 30 years earlier to its rightful owner. The listener shares Olivia's frustration as she struggles to comply with her mother's wishes and come to terms with her life being based on a lie. At some point, almost everyone dreams of seeking revenge, and in Sweet Revenge, architect Isabelle Flanders is no different. Several years earlier, a colleague and employee stole Isabelle's fianco and architecture firm, then framed Isabelle for a drunk-driving accident in which three people were killed. Isabelle has finally regained her architect's license and is rebuilding her life as a single professional, but she has not forgotten what Rosemary did to her. With the help of her friends and their informal club, The Sisterhood, Isabelle arranges to have Rosemary's life come apart at the seams. Both programs, read by Laural Merlington, are professionally produced, with consistent volume levels, accent-free speech, and no background noise or tape hiss. Merlington, an experienced actor, presents a well-timed delivery with a wide range of voices that work well with both audiobooks. Of most interest to public libraries and Michaels fans; purchase where needed.-Laurie Selwyn, formerly with Grayson Cty. Law Lib., Sherman, TX Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780821780718
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 7/1/2007
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 503,623
  • Product dimensions: 4.30 (w) x 6.98 (h) x 0.94 (d)

Meet the Author

Fern Michaels
FERN MICHAELS is the USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of the Sisterhood series, Mr. and Miss Anonymous, Up Close and Personal, and dozens of other novels and novellas. There are over seventy million copies of her books in print. Fern Michaels has built and funded several large day-care centers in her hometown, and is apassionate 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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Fool Me Once


By Fern Michaels

Kensington Books

Copyright © 2006 Fern Michaels
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-7582-1630-0


Prologue

Nineteen hundred sixty-six Oxford, Mississippi

The three of them walked together, their arms linked, as they left the campus of Ole Miss. Their conversation, as they walked along, dealt with the unbearable humidity that blanketed the town-the whole state, for that matter. Their destination was the Moss Teahouse, run by Hattie and Mattie Moss, two spinsters who, if you believed the rumors, had lived forever and were never going to die because they belonged to the Moss Clan, whatever the hell the Moss Clan was.

The reason the trio was headed for the Moss Teahouse wasn't because they craved the watery, flavorless tea or the wilted cucumber sandwiches that the older ladies of the town devoured, but because none of their classmates frequented the teahouse. Who in her right mind wanted to sit in a dusty, moldy-smelling tearoom, staring out grimy windows behind limp ruffled curtains? The reason they were going to the teahouse was that Allison Matthews had something of the utmost importance to discuss with her two best friends. A secret, actually. No, what she wanted to discuss was more than a secret. It was a devilishly clever idea that would put them all on easy street for the rest of their lives. If, and it was a big if, the three of them had the guts to pull it off.

The conversationdrifted to final exams and how prepared each of them was. All were among the top five percent of their class, so there were no worries for any of them. Taking a Saturday off to deal with secret, devilish plans didn't pose a problem at all. Their situation was far different from that of fellow students who had partied and cut classes, and now had to cram around the clock just to graduate from Ole Miss by the skin of their teeth and leave town with their heads up.

There was nothing notable about the trio. They weren't preppie, they certainly weren't pretty, nor were they shapely or fashionable. What they were was bookish-looking. Bookworms. All three wore glasses and no makeup, but, then again, makeup wouldn't have helped Allison's hawkish features or Jill's moon face, which was just as round as the rest of her. Gwen's overbite and full lips would have cried out in protest if makeup had been applied.

The three of them had met in the library and, out of necessity, quickly formed a bond. Four years of college demanded you have someone to pal around with, and they'd had good times, the three of them, even though they all lusted in their hearts to belong.

In addition to their superior intelligence, the trio had another thing in common-they loved money. Late at night, when they huddled together, they'd talk about how someday they would all be rich and famous. Then they were going to meet up, go to their college reunion, and make all their hoity-toity classmates sit up and take notice. It was a dream, but one they knew would come to fruition if they worked hard and kept at it. Allison, their spokesperson, always said if you persevered, you would prevail. Allison never said anything unless it was true. Well, hardly ever.

It was a pretty little town, not exactly your typical college town but close, and it was full of monster trees with hanging moss that at times looked eerie yet beautiful at the same time. The shops along the thoroughfare were quaint, with brightly colored striped awnings and multipaned windows that glistened in the brilliant April sunshine.

The trio walked past Mulvaney's drugstore, where the scent of Chantilly powder wafted through the open door. The girls stopped to look at the SALE sign on the front window. Prell shampoo and Colgate toothpaste were listed. Two for the price of one, but the girls weren't interested. They shrugged as they continued down the shady street, past a hardware store so quaint it looked just as it would have fifty years earlier. Daniel Hawthorn sat on an old rocker under the front window, smoking his pipe. Next to him was a barrel of rakes and shovels, and huge bags of grass seed, the first and only clue that the building was indeed a hardware store. Mrs. Hawthorn believed in starched curtains, as did most of the shopkeepers. But curtains in a hardware store? Puh-leeze.

"Well, girls, here we are," Allison said, her voice sounding jittery. She made a pretext of looking inside the tearoom before sitting down on the white-painted bench in front of a bow window adorned with limp checkered curtains. Half-barrels that had been painted white and were full of flowers so colorful they looked like a rainbow in a circle graced each side of the bench. Everyone said Hattie and Mattie Moss had a green thumb and would have been better off operating a flower shop instead of a teahouse. Of course, no one said that to their faces.

Jill Davis wiped at her perspiring face. Her hair was plastered to her forehead. "Are we going to stay out here or go inside, where it might be a tad cooler? I hate this damn humidity. Look at me, I'm drenched," she complained.

Allison got up off the bench, looking up and down the street. Her hand snaked out to the ornate doorknob. A bell tinkled as she walked through, Jill and Gwen following. She stepped to the side to allow the others more standing room and give her eyes time to get used to the dim interior. Her hand went automatically to her glasses to adjust them on her sweaty face. Her friends did the same.

Allison led the way to the back of the tearoom, where a small cluster of empty tables waited. Overhead, paddle fans whirred noisily. Even in the dimness, dust at least half an inch thick coated the blades as they whirled around. Gwen sneezed, not once but three times, as she took her seat at the small, round wrought-iron table. Her eyes started to water behind her thick glasses.

"We should have gone to Dominic's Pizza Parlor. This place is disgusting," Gwen grumbled as she cleaned her glasses with the hem of her skirt.

"Too noisy at Dominic's. Look around-no one is here. It's the middle of the afternoon, and we have the place to ourselves. We don't actually have to drink the tea or eat the sandwiches. We've been coming here for years when we had important things to discuss. It's a tradition," Allison said, her voice sounding defensive.

"Well, let's get to it so we can get out of here. It's just as hot inside as it is outside. I swear, I am going to move to Colorado first chance I get, and I'm never coming back to this place," Jill whined. "Well, I'll come back for a reunion, but that's it."

Hattie, or maybe it was Mattie, clomped her way to their table, a pad of paper and a pencil in her hand. Her ample bosom heaved with the effort of having walked across the room. "Hello, ladies," she chirped. "What can I get for you today?"

"We'll have three ice teas, and some of your famous rice cakes," Allison said.

"No rice cakes today, ladies. We do have some store-bought cookies if your sweet tooth can tolerate them," Hattie or Mattie chirped again.

"Ah, no. Just the ice tea then."

Hattie or Mattie grimaced as she painstakingly wrote down the order before trundling off to the back of the teahouse.

"Okay, why are we here?" Gwen asked as she patted at her perspiring neck with a paper napkin. She yanked at the collar of her yellow blouse, which looked soaking wet.

Allison looked across the table at her two friends. She sucked in her breath, then exhaled it in a loud swoosh. She took a second deep breath as she leaned across the table. Her voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. "We're going to rob the bank I work in. I can't do it myself, so that means I need your help, and we split the proceeds three ways. Think of it as three for the money. In this case we're talking about bearer bonds. You in or out?" She flopped back in her chair as her classmates stared at her, their mouths hanging open.

Jill's plump fingers grasped the edge of the table. Her whole body started to shake. "In or out of what?" she gasped.

"With me or against me," Allison said. "Gwen?"

"When you rob a bank, you go to jail. Where did you get an idea like this? I wouldn't do well in jail. I think this state makes women go out in chain gangs. The guards rape women prisoners. I don't think so, Allison. I'm not a brave person. You know me, I'm scared of my own shadow. I won't tell anyone if you want to go ahead and do it. No. My answer is no."

Allison stared at her friends. "What if I told you I've been planning this for a year and can guarantee we'll get away with it. This is not a lark. I'm serious-we can do it. We'll be rich. Not right away, because we'll have to wait till the bonds come due. No one can trace them to us. Bearer bonds, girls. At my bank. I have it all down pat. Come on, for once in our lives let's do something radical. There's not a person within a hundred miles who would ever think we pulled it off. I'm telling you, we can do this and walk away with no one the wiser. You know I'm smart enough to plan this thoroughly."

Jill continued to mop at her perspiring face and neck. Hattie or Mattie set down three glasses of tea whose ice cubes had already melted. Gwen reached for her glass just to have something to do with her hands.

"Tell us the plan," Gwen whispered nervously, after Hattie or Mattie had left.

Allison smiled. "It's so simple, it's downright scary. As you both know, I've worked at the bank part-time since I got here. That's four years of employment. Mr. Augustus depends on me. At Christmastime last year he said he didn't know what he would do without me, said I more or less ran the bank, but that was a joke. He just meant that I know everything there is to know, which is true. You also know that he belongs to that Gentlemen's Club with all those old rich, fuddy-duddy pals he associates with. They are all obscenely rich. Everyone knows that, too.

"So here's the plan. Four times a year, regular as clockwork, someone delivers a package of bearer bonds. The man just drops them off in a brown envelope. It isn't even sealed, just clasped. Then Mr. Augustus divvies them up among the men from the club.

One time the package sat on his desk for a whole week. He never even opened it. Do you believe that? I always thought they were doing something ... something illegal.

"Moving right along here. As you know, Margaret, Corinne, and I are the only employees. My hours are never the same, depending on my classes. Corinne works just three days a week. Only Margaret is full-time. Neither one of them pays attention to anything. They're just tellers, and if the bank is empty, they go in the back and drink sweet tea. If someone comes in to deposit or withdraw, I buzz them. Are you following me here?"

Two heads bobbed up and down.

"Mr. Augustus is going on a trip with the Gentlemen's Club next week. This time they're even taking their wives. The courier is due the day after they leave. Now, this is important. No one touches that envelope but the courier. He personally walks into Mr. Augustus's office and puts it on his desk. He closes the door when he leaves. Usually Margaret signs for the envelope, dates it, and gives me the receipt to file.

"All we have to do is substitute plain white paper for the bonds. I'll do that, wearing gloves of course. One of you will come into the bank and put the bonds in your safe-deposit box. I won't log you in, so there will be no record that you went to the vault. You'll do this when Margaret and Corinne are in the back. You leave. The bonds are safe. We won't move them till after graduation and we're ready to leave town. What do you think so far?"

"Robbing the bank, any bank, is a federal offense," Jill squeaked.

"Why aren't the bonds put in the vault?" Gwen asked.

Allison threw her hands in the air. "I don't know. Mr. Augustus must not think anyone would have the nerve to rob him. Either that, or he's stupid. Like I said, I personally think he and those other men in the Gentlemen's Club are doing something illegal. I haven't quite figured out what, and maybe I never will. It's just the way it is. Look, it's a small, privately owned bank. Mr. Augustus does things his way. This is, after all, Mississippi.

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2008

    A great Beach read...

    I bought this book having never read this author before. It was the perfect beach read, light hearted, funny and not hard to follow. I will definately read more boks from this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2007

    enjoyed this book

    I really enjoyed this book. Had some humor and sadness and happiness all rolled in one. I loved the dogs. I am looking forward to reading more of her books.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 7, 2012

    It was an intriguing story although I felt a lot of negative emo

    It was an intriguing story although I felt a lot of negative emotions throughout where I thought there could have been more service oriented or at least curiosity based actions. I never really felt a connection to any of the characters.

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  • Posted February 16, 2012

    Enjoyed this book

    I thought this story was cute. I'm a dog lover so 1st off I thought that storyline was funny. Fern likes to put our 4 legged friends in her books. The rest of the story was interesting as to how feelings are dealt with in life circumstances and choices.

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  • Posted August 5, 2011

    i love this book

    IloveloveLOVE this book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2008

    Disappointing

    I have been a Fern Michaels fan for many years but this book was very disappointing. Too many dogs !!! Who would let that happen? Also,she was giving away money to total strangers and nothing to her beloved father. It just was all over the place.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2007

    She Must Have Been Late on a Deadline

    This book reads more like a first draft than a finished product. Perhaps the author was late on her deadline. The main character loathes that she isn't assertive enough, even after she's called a near stranger at 11:00 in the evening and demanded that he come over to discuss a dog. This isn't the first book by Fern Michaels that had me asking myself why I am still slogging through it, despite the dry delivery. Before, the plot was intriguing enough to keep me interested. This time, I should have stopped.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 18, 2007

    Disappointed

    The storyline started out to be intriguing and interesting. However, mid-story on the author appeared to be rushed to finish leaving many inconsistencies. Also, there were errors in the story, as though this book was not edited or proofread before publishing. Taking a cue from the title 'Fool Me Once', I don't believe that I will read this author again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2006

    Cute Read

    I really enjoyed this book. It was my first time reading her and I was a little skeptical. Once I got going I was so entranced by the characters I couldn't put it down. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who enjoyed a good easy read.

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