In Sheep's Clothing [NOOK Book]

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A restless young woman thinks she's found a free ride to happiness and adventure. But it's a trip that may land her in prison-or worse. . .

When Trudy Bell lands a job at a travel agency, she feels like a new woman. And her friendly personality soon wins her the adoration of her colleagues-with one exception. Ann Oliver, the only other African American employee, a high-level manager who despises Trudy's low-income background. But no one is going to ruin Trudy's new life. In ...

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Overview

A restless young woman thinks she's found a free ride to happiness and adventure. But it's a trip that may land her in prison-or worse. . .

When Trudy Bell lands a job at a travel agency, she feels like a new woman. And her friendly personality soon wins her the adoration of her colleagues-with one exception. Ann Oliver, the only other African American employee, a high-level manager who despises Trudy's low-income background. But no one is going to ruin Trudy's new life. In fact, she's found a way to make it even better. As a secretary, Trudy has easy access to company credit cards. Including Ann's . . .

Before long Trudy's leading a double-life-Ann's life-complete with a secret apartment where she entertains the men she meets at upscale bars. But their worlds collide the night Trudy brings home the wrong man-one who has an angry score to settle. With Ann. Now, unless Trudy can convince him she's not the woman he's after, she may pay the highest price of all . . .

"Monroe serves up a tasty dish of murder, deception, lust, and just desserts."-Library Journal on She Had it Coming

"Monroe's richly drawn characters will stay with readers long after the book is finished."-Booklist

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Library Journal
On her last day working at her father's liquor store, 28-year-old Trudy Bell is forced to perform a sex act on a gun-wielding thug. This traumatic experience is kept secret as Trudy hopes a new job at a San Jose, CA, travel agency will be her ticket out of her crime-ridden neighborhood. Like other characters in Monroe's best-selling novels (God Don't Like Ugly; Red Light Wives), Trudy faces daunting odds as a low-income woman of color with ambition and an unfair share of troubles. Postponing marriage to her safe but dull fianc , Trudy throws herself into her secretarial job, developing a love/hate relationship with her supervisor, a self-satisfied black woman who alternately mentors and humiliates her. Trudy retaliates by sneaking lunches and making personal purchases on the supervisor's business credit cards, but her risk taking quickly spirals out of control. Narrated by Trudy in girlfriend-to-girlfriend style, Monroe's latest deals with race, class, and gender issues, which makes it more than just a cautionary tale about identity theft. Monroe's latest is recommended for popular fiction collections where African American authors are in demand.-Laurie A. Cavanaugh, Brockton P.L., MA Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758273833
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 10/4/2011
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 144,684
  • File size: 942 KB

Meet the Author

Mary Monroe
Mary Monroe
MARY MONROE is the New York Times bestselling author of Deliver Me From Evil, God Don't Play, In Sheep's Clothing, Red Light Wives, God Still Don't Like Ugly, Gonna Lay Down My Burdens, God Don't Like Ugly, The Upper Room, and the novella "Nightmare in Paradise" in Borrow Trouble. An avid traveler, Mary currently lives in Oakland, California.
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In Sheeps Clothing


By Mary Monroe

Dafina Books

Copyright © 2006 Mary Monroe
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780758203458


Chapter One

I didn't know if the gun aiming at my head was real or not. But the sudden wetness between my legs told me that my bladder malfunction was real. So was the sweat that had saturated my hair and covered my face like a facial. I expected to look like a wet duck by the time my ordeal was over that dreary Friday afternoon. And the way things were going it looked like I'd be a dead one, too.

"You might die today, bitch." My assailant didn't raise his voice or even speak in a particularly menacing tone. He was just as cool and casual as he'd been when he entered the store a few minutes earlier. A moment before he had given me a possible death sentence, he'd asked, "Do y'all take checks?" Before I could respond, he had whipped out a gun. Just the sight of it would have been enough to bring me to my knees. It was a long, dark, evil-looking weapon, complete with a silencer. His threat streaked past my head like a comet and bounced off the cluttered wall behind me. It even drowned out the piercing, ongoing screams of the spoiled Porter baby in the apartment across the parking lot.

"Please ... please don't hurt me," I managed. "I'll do anything you want me to. Please ..." I had never begged for anything before. I never dreamed that the first thing I would beg for wouldbe my life.

It seemed like every part of my body was in pain. My throat felt like I had swallowed a sword and my stomach felt like it had been kicked by a mule. Cramps in my legs made it hard for me to remain standing. Even my eyes were in pain, throbbing like I had run into a door. But that didn't stop me from staring at what I thought at the time was the last thing I'd see on earth: the face of my killer. And on the last day of one of the most miserable jobs I'd ever had before in my life at that.

"You goddamn right you gonna do anything I want you to do! You stupid-ass heifer! I'm the one with the gun!"

"Well ... please do what you have to do and leave," I pleaded, ever so gently. It was bad enough that I had already emptied my bladder. Now my stomach felt like it was about to add to the puddle of pee that had formed on the floor around my feet. I heaved so hard I had to grab onto the counter and cover my mouth.

"Look-I just et lunch. If you puke in front of me, I'm gonna whup your black ass before I kill you!"

I had almost used a "sick" day that morning. I had almost asked to work the evening shift, but had decided not to because it was the shift that most robbers usually chose to do their dirty work in our neighborhood.

"Bitch, don't fuck with me today!" My tormentor waved his gun at me as his spoke. His beady black eyes shifted from one side to the other as thick yellow snot trickled from both sides of his wide flat nose. This seemed to embarrass him. He turned his head so abruptly his knitted cap slid to the side, revealing neat, freshly braided cornrows. With a loud snort he swiped his nose using the sleeve of his baggy plaid flannel shirt. "Do you wanna die today?" This time his voice sounded like the thunder I'd heard just before he had entered the store.

"No, I don't want to die today," I told him, my voice barely above a whisper. A purple birthmark about a square inch in size and shaped like a half moon, occupied a spot directly below his right eye.

"Then you better stop lookin' at me and do what I told you to do! Open that fuckin' register and gimme every goddamn dollar in it! I ain't playin' with you, bitch! Shit!" He glared at me as he rubbed the mark under his eye. But it would take more than that to remove it. He had been branded for life. You would have thought that somebody with such an identifying mark would have concealed his face. But most criminals were as stupid as they were crooked.

The individual who held my life in his hands reminded me of my eighteen-year-old cousin, Dwan. He was the same age and height. He was even the same shade of cinnamon brown. And like Dwan, he wore clothes big enough for two people. But my cousin had come to his senses before it was too late and was now in Iraq risking his life to keep America safe for me and fools like the one facing me.

Even as scared as I was, I was so angry that I was not able to keep my thoughts completely to myself. I pressed my sticky wet thighs together, angry that my urine had drenched my favorite pair of socks and my only pair of Nikes. "It's a damn shame that Black folks are the ones keeping other Black folks down. If you just got to rob somebody-why us? You know how hard we work for our money!" I yelled. "How can you sleep at night, brother?" I asked, folding my arms. Bold was one thing I was not. At least not under normal circumstances. But even meek women like me had a breaking point. Especially when I thought I was about to die anyway.

"Aaah ... I sleeps like a baby," the young robber sneered, his eyes rolling back in his head in mock ecstasy. Then his face tightened and he gave me a sudden sharp look. "No wonder you Black women so evil-y'all too hardheaded! Don't know when to listen! Didn't I tell you to keep your hands up in that goddamn air?"

"I can't open the register and do that, too," I smirked, placing my hands on my hips.

"Uh," the bold thief began. He paused and whistled to get the attention of his even younger accomplice guarding the door, not taking his eyes off of my face. "Snookie-everything still cool?"

"It's all good, dude! Hurry up so we can get up out of here!" Snookie yelled back, sounding almost as frightened and nervous as I was.

Armed robberies in broad daylight had become a way of life in certain parts of the South Bay Area. Liquor stores seemed to be the most popular targets. Especially "Otto's Spirits," the liquor store conveniently located between Josey's Nail Shop and Paco's Bail Bonds.

My daddy, Otto Bell, owned the liquor store where I'd been working for the past six years, six days a week, eight hours a day. While I was being robbed and terrorized, Daddy was at home, in his frayed gray bathrobe, wallowing in depression on our tattered couch. This was how he now celebrated Mama's birthday every year. Even though she'd been dead for sixteen years. The sudden thought that I might die on my mother's birthday increased my anger. Not just at the young robber, but at life in general. No matter how hard I tried to enjoy life, things always seemed to blow up in my face. Even the little things. Earlier that day a drunken prostitute had sprayed my face with spit when I'd asked her not to solicit in front of the store.

"Gimme the money, bitch! I ain't tellin' you no more."

I popped open the cash register and scooped out every dollar. I dropped the small wad of bills on the counter next to the Ebony magazine that I'd been reading, and the two bags of Fritos, six-pack of Miller Light, and six candy bars the perpetrator had pretended he'd come in for.

He snatched up the money with two fingers and counted under his breath. "A hundred and seventy-five dollars?" he gasped and looked at me with his mouth hanging open. "Now that's a damn shame." His eyes were as flat as his voice.

"That's all we have," I whimpered, wringing my hands. It was hard not to look at his face. His eyes and the birthmark kept grabbing my attention.

He rolled his eyes then looked at me with extreme contempt. "Stop lookin' at me so hard!" he screamed as he lunged across the counter, punching the side of my arm. His hand, the one with the gun, was shaking. I could not decide if it was because he was nervous or just that angry. "You stingy bitch, you," he roared, grinding his teeth. "I went to all this trouble for a hundred and seventy-five fuckin' dollars." He gave me an incredulous look. "What is the matter with you people? Broke-ass niggers! Don't y'all know how to run a business? Them damn Asians puttin' y'all to shame! At least with them, I get paid right!"

"It's been a slow day and people around here barely have enough money to live on," I explained, my hands back on my hips. "Look- uh, the other cashier will be back any minute so you better leave now while you still can," I said.

He blinked and released a loud breath. He slid his thick tongue across his lips then formed a cruel smile. "Not unless he Superman he won't. I seen that lame old motherfucker leave ten minutes ago. Matter of fact, I know for a fact that old dude was on his way to that massage parlor around the corner to get him some pussy. I been checkin' him-and You-out for two weeks now." Looking around he added, "I done did my homework. I ain't no ignorant punk. I know what's up around here ..."

"You know Mr. Clarke?" I asked, praying that another customer would wander in and possibly save me. Even if Mr. Clarke had come back in time, he would not have been much help. The last robber had beaten him and Daddy to the floor with the butt of his gun. Then the greedy thug had helped himself to what little money we'd had in the cash register at the time, a sack full of alcohol, and other light items.

"I know everybody and everything that go on in this neighborhood, girl. I ain't stupid." As cold and empty as his eyes were he managed to wink at me. Then he leaned forward far enough for me to feel and smell his hot sour breath. My face was already sizzling with rage so it didn't make that much more of a difference. "I know about you and James and I know you give him some mean head," he told me, his voice low and hollow. "If I was a little older I'd let you be my main woman ..." He paused and whistled again and yelled over his back. "Snookie, if anybody come up in here-pop 'em in the head. I'm fin to take this stingy ho in the back room and get my dick sucked."



Continues...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2008

    It could have been better

    The book was ok but not great.Trudy was too naive,she had the mind of a 10 year old.I was hoping that Ann found out what Trudy did to her.I was also hoping that Trudy got some type of punishment but I guess losing her finace was suppose to be the punishment and her conniving ways revealed to her father.Maybe Mary Monroe is writing a sequel to this book,I sure hope so because Trudy just got by with wayy to much and she was so obsessed with Ann Oliver it was crazy.Jealousy is a terrible thing!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2005

    Another Bestseller For Mary

    Trudy is a deeply troubled young woman who has suffered the tragic loss of her mother during puberty, the loss of her older brother during her teens, and her Uncle Pete (who died owing her ten thousand dollars). Getting therapy to help with her grief was never considered an option by her well-meaning but controlling father, leaving Trudy with unresolved grief issues. When she is robbed and molested at her father's liquor store where she works, Trudy represses her rage and again does not seek therapy. She believes that placing herself in a better working environment will provide the healing she so desperately needs. Additionally, she perceives working for a glamorous travel agency as her last hoorah before settling down with her dull fiance, James. Her employment with Bon Voyage Travel agency, however, is the catalyst for her pent-up anger, resentment, and feelings of unworthiness to manifest into behaviors Trudy would have never believed herself capable of expressing. Ann Oliver, Trudy's boss, is an attractive, educated, self-assured, self-involved woman who is well-traveled and speaks two languages. Feeling dual emotions of envy and admiration toward Ann, Trudy allows the woman to continually disrespect her. Ann is an enigma. Typically, insensitive, shallow, and demanding, she regards Trudy with indifference and often with disdain. On the other hand, she'll turn right around and extend warmth, sensitivity, and even sisterhood. Ann's many mood swings keep Trudy emotionally imbalanced and also resentful. Trudy develops a love/hate relationship with Ann and slowly seeks revenge by running up Ann's credit while smiling in her face. She also starts taking on the woman's persona--changing her drab appearance and developing a fierce craving for the finer things in life. But it doesn't stop there. With access to Ann's credit card for work-related spending, Trudy begins to make personal purchases and her spending quickly sprials out of control. Phony ID in Ann's name provides Trudy with nearly unlimited credit and an addiction to spending. Trudy has become an identity thief who can't get a grip on the extravagant and often senseless spending she's doing in Ann's name. Freddie, Trudy's best friend, warns Trudy of the dire consequences that may befall her, but she and boyfriend, LoBo go along for the free ride. The surprise ending caught me off guard and I wouldn't dare give it away. Mary Monroe has taken a current topic that is a thorn in the side of American society. However, she's made the identity thief a sympathetic character. Although Trudy's morals are a bit skewed, she considers herself an honest person and society would definitely view her as being trustworthy and harmless. In our minds, the identify thief looks sinister and exhibits unscrupulous behaviors...someone of dubious character whom one would never allow to run rampant with a company credit card. Mary Monroe is an extraordinary writer and I'm a fan for life.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2014

    This book could have been better. Like, it was good but the obse

    This book could have been better. Like, it was good but the obsession with Ann Oliver was chapter after chapter of nonsense that was not needed in the book. They way she did Ann she should of had more of a consequence than how the book ended. the very beginning catches your attention then after you might get bored, I did! I had to skip a couple of pages. On a scale 1 to 10 it will get a 41/2.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2012

    Great book

    Keeps you reading for hours

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2007

    A God Don't... fan

    I have to agree with this review: 'Not up to par for this Author I was really excited to read this new novel by the author since I loved her other work. However, I must agree with other reviewers the story did not develop until the end of the book. It was so slow moving I had to put it down several times before I painfully finished reading it.' It was extremely slow. I was halfway through the book and it STILL hadn't gotten interesting. God Don't Like Ugly was a masterpiece! God Still Don't Like Ugly was pretty good...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 12, 2006

    Hot and Fiery

    The beginning of the story is grabbing and the ending is excellent. The author is wonderfully talented at painting a character, at descriptions and at depicting social issues. Humour is abundant and the many real life people and situations make the story plausible. The plot,about identity fraud, is downright outrageous at times. Sometimes I felt I was watching a horror movie. All in all an excellent story with terrific social commentaries but too much looseness.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2006

    CRIME DOESN'T PAY

    I DON'T KNOW WHAT BOOK THOSE OTHER READERS ARE TALKING ABOUT, BUT IT'S NOT IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING. THIS IS A MUST READ!!!!!!!!!! FROM THE FIRST PAGE TO THE LAST PAGE, THIS NOVEL CAUGHT & HELD MY ATTENTION. I LOVE MONROE'S WRITING STYLE. I ENCOURAGE EVERYONE TO READ THIS BOOK. YOU WILL BE GLAD THAT YOU DID.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2005

    Not up to par for this Author

    I was really excited to read this new novel by the author since I loved her other work. However, I must agree with other reviewers the story did not develop until the end of the book. It was so slow moving I had to put it down several times before I painfully finished reading it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2005

    It was okay

    The book was okay but not great. When I bought the book I was thinking it was going to be a real page turner. It took too long to get into the meat of the story and when it finally did it was over. You can predict how it will end in the very beginning. All of Mary's other books are outstanding but this one I would not recommend.

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