Killjoyby Julie Garwood
When it comes to gripping novels of unrelenting suspense, Julie Garwood is in a class by herself. In the course of her career, she has mastered the art of creating characters who live and breathe in compelling, page-burning stories that never fail to surprise. As her legion of fans can attest, she strikes the perfect balance between excitement and insight, action and heart. Now, in this breathless new novel, Garwood has written her most electrifying thriller to date.
Avery Delaney has always tried to put the past far behind her. Abandoned by her rapacious, conniving mother when she was only three days old, Avery was raised by her grandmother and beloved aunt Carolyn. Then, when she was eleven, she witnessed her grandmother’s violent death, before Avery herself was shot and left for dead. Miraculously she survived. The man responsible is serving time in a Florida prison. This traumatic experience propels Avery into a life of law and order.
Her razor-sharp mind and ability to gather data and decipher evidence has made Avery an expert crime analyst for the FBI. But soon she will have to use every one of her adroit skills on a case that hits painfully close to home.
Avery’s workaholic aunt, Carolyn Salvetti, is certain her (hopefully soon-to-be ex) husband sent her the gold embossed reservation to the posh Utopia Spa in the mountains of Colorado. At first she is resistant, but then figures it will be a welcome respite from the cutthroat advertising business, not to mention a networking extravaganza. Plus she persuades her niece to join her for the two weeks of luxury and decadence.
But Carolyn never makes it to Utopia. Under false pretenses, she is taken to an isolated retreat by a handsome stranger with a dazzling smile, suave demeanor, and the darkest of motives. His name is Monk, a hired assassin. Now, with scant clues and fewer resources, Avery must track down and save Carolyn—and outmaneuver a brilliant killer who is part of an elaborate plot of madness and lethal vengeance.
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The wait was making Avery crazy. She sat in her little square cubicle, her back against the wall, one leg crossed over the other, drumming her fingertips against the desktop with one hand and holding an icepack against her wounded knee with the other. What was taking so long? Why hadn't Andrews called? She stared hard at the phone, willing it to ring. Nothing. Not a sound. Turning in her swivel chair, she checked the digital clock for the hundredth time. It was now 10:05, same as it was ten seconds ago. For Pete's sake, she should have heard something by now.
Mel Gibson stood up and leaned over the partition separating his workspace from Avery's and gave her a sympathetic look. That was his honest-to-goodness, real name, but Mel thought it was holding him back because no one in the law enforcement agency would ever take him seriously. Yet, he refused to have it legally changed to "Brad Pitt," as his supportive coworkers had suggested.
"Hi, Brad," Avery said. She and the others were still trying out the new name to see if it fit. Last week it was "George Clooney," and that name got about the same reaction "Brad" was getting now, a glare and a reminder that his name wasn't "George," it wasn't "Brad," and it wasn't "Mel." It was "Melvin."
"You probably should have heard by now," he said.
She refused to let him rile her. Tall, geeky-looking, with an extremely prominent Adam's apple, Mel had the annoying habit of using his third finger to push his thick wire-rimmed glasses back up on his ski nose. Margo, another coworker, told Avery that Mel did it on purpose. It was his way of letting the other three know how superior he felt he was.
Avery disagreed. Mel wouldn't do anything improper. He lived by a code of ethics he believed personified the FBI. He was dedicated, responsible, hardworking, ambitious, and he dressed for the job he wanted . . . with one little glitch. Although he was only twenty-seven years old, his clothing resembled the attire agents wore back in the fifties. Black suits, white long-sleeved shirts with button-down collars, skinny black ties, black wingtip shoes with a perfect shine, and a crew cut she knew he got trimmed once every two weeks.
For all of his strange habits--he could quote any line from The FBI Story, starring Jimmy Stewart--he had an incredibly sharp mind and was the ultimate team player. He just needed to lighten up a bit. That was all.
"I mean, don't you think you should have heard by now?" He sounded as worried as she felt.
"It's still early." Then, less than five seconds later, she said, "You're right. We should have heard by now."
"No," he corrected. "I said that you should have heard. Lou and Margo and I didn't have anything to do with your decision to call in the SWAT team."
Oh, God, what had she been thinking? "In other words, you don't want to take the flak if I'm wrong?"
"Not flak," he said. "The fall. I need this job. It's the closest I'm going to get to being an agent. With my eyesight . . ."
"I know, Mel."
"Melvin," he automatically corrected. "And the benefits are great."
Margo stood so she could join the conversation. "The pay sucks, though."
Mel shrugged. "So does the work environment," he said. "But still . . . it's the FBI."
"What's wrong with our work environment?" Lou asked as he too stood. His workstation was on Avery's left. Mel's was directly in front of hers, and Margo's cubicle was adjacent to Lou's. The pen--as they lovingly called their hellhole office space--was located behind the mechanical room with its noisy water heaters and compressors. "I mean, really, what's wrong with it?" he asked again, sounding bewildered.
Lou was as clueless as ever, but also endearing, Avery thought. Whenever she looked at him, she was reminded of Pig-Pen in the old Peanuts cartoon. Lou always looked disheveled. He was absolutely brilliant, yet he couldn't seem to find his mouth when he was eating, and his short-sleeved shirt usually had at least one stain. This morning there were two. One was jelly from the raspberry-filled doughnuts Margo had brought in. The big red spot was just above the black ink stain from the cartridge pen in his white shirt pocket.
Lou tucked in his shirttail for the third time that morning and said, "I like being down here. It's cozy."
"We work in the corner of the basement without any windows," Margo pointed out.
"So what?" Lou asked. "Where we work doesn't make us any less important. We're all part of a team."
"I'd like to be a part of the team that has windows," Margo said.
"Can't have everything. Say, Avery, how's the knee?" he asked, suddenly changing subjects.
She gingerly lifted the icepack and surveyed the damage. "The swelling's gone down."
"How'd it happen?" Mel asked. He was the only one who hadn't heard the grisly details.
Margo ran her fingers through her short dark curls and said, "An old lady nearly killed her."
"With her Cadillac," Lou said. "It happened in her parking garage. The woman obviously didn't see her. There really ought to be an age restriction on renewing a driver's license."
"Did she hit you?" Mel asked.
"No," Avery answered. "I dove to get out of her way when she came roaring around the corner. I ended up flying across the hood of a Mercedes and whacked my knee on the hood ornament. I recognized the Cadillac. It belongs to Mrs. Speigel, who lives in my building. I think she's about ninety. She's not supposed to drive anymore, but every once in a while I'll see her taking the car out to do errands."
"Did she stop?" Mel asked.
She shook her head. "I don't think she had a clue I was there. She was accelerating so fast I was just glad there weren't any other people in her way."
"You're right, Lou," Margo said. She disappeared behind her cubicle wall, bent down to push the box of copy paper into the corner, and then stood on top of it. She was suddenly as tall as Mel. "There should be an age limit on keeping a license. Avery told us the woman was so little she couldn't see her head over the back of the seat. Just a puff of gray hair."
"Our bodies shrink as we age," Mel said. "Just think, Margo. When you're ninety, no one will be able to see you."
Margo, a petite five feet two inches, wasn't offended. "I'll just wear higher heels."
The phone rang, interrupting the conversation. Avery jumped at the sound, then checked the time. It was 10:14.
"This is it," she whispered as it rang a second time.
"Answer it," Margo anxiously demanded.
Avery picked up the phone on the third ring. "Avery Delaney."
"Mr. Carter would like to see you in his office at ten-thirty, Miss Delaney."
She recognized the voice. Carter's secretary had a distinct Maine accent. "I'll be there."
Three pairs of eyes watched her as she hung up the phone. "Oh, boy," she whispered.
"What?" Margo, the most impatient of the group, demanded.
"Carter wants to see me."
"Uh-oh. That can't be good." Mel made the remark, and then, as if he realized he'd said something he shouldn't have, added, "You want us to go with you?"
"You'd do that?" Avery asked, surprised by the offer.
"I don't want to, but I would."
"It's okay. I'll take the bullet alone."
"I think we should all go," Margo said. "A mass firing. I mean, we're all in this together, right?"
"Yes," Avery agreed. "But you three tried to talk me out of going to Andrews. Remember? I'm the only one who screwed up." She stood, put the icepack on top of the file cabinet, and reached for her jacket.
"This can't be good," Mel repeated. "They're breaking the chain of command. It must be really bad to get the boss's boss involved. Carter was just promoted to head of in-house operations."
"Which means he's now the boss's boss's boss," Margo pointed out.
"I wonder if all the bosses will be there," Lou said.
"Right," Avery muttered. "Maybe all three of them want to take a turn firing me." She buttoned her suit jacket and then said, "How do I look?"
"Like someone tried to run over you," Mel said.
"Your hose are shredded," Margo told her.
"I know. I thought I had another pair in my drawer, but I didn't."
"I've got an extra pair."
"Thanks, Margo, but you're a petite, and I'm not. Mel, Lou, turn around or sit down."
As soon as they turned their backs, she reached up under her skirt and pulled off her panty hose. Then she put her heels back on.
She was sorry now she'd worn the suit. She usually wore pants and a blouse, but she was going to a luncheon today and so she'd pulled out all the stops and put on the Armani suit her aunt Carrie had sent as a present two years ago. The color was a wonderful taupe gray and had a matching sleeveless V neck shell. At one time there had been an obscene slit up the side, but Avery had sewn it together. It was a great-looking suit. Now it would be remembered as the suit she wore the day she got fired.
"Catch," Margo said as she threw the new package of panty hose at Avery. "These are the one-size-fits-all kind. They'll work just fine. You have to wear hose. You know the dress code."
Avery read the label. It did say the hose would fit every size. "Thanks," she said as she sat down again. Her legs were long, and she was afraid of tearing the hose when she pulled them up over her hips, but they seemed to fit.
"You're going to be late," Mel told her when she stood up again and adjusted her skirt. Why hadn't she noticed how short it was? The hem barely touched the top of her knees.
"I've got four minutes left." After she'd put on some lip gloss and clipped her hair back behind her neck with a barrette, she slipped the heels back on. Only then did she notice how loose the right heel was. She must have broken it when she slammed into the hood of the car.
Can't do anything about it now, she thought. She took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and limped toward the aisle. With every step, her left knee throbbed.
"Wish me luck."
"Avery," Mel shouted. He waited until she turned around, then hurled her clip-on ID. "You should probably wear this."
"Yeah, right. They'll want to take it from me before they escort me out of the building."
Margo called after her. "Hey, Avery, think of it this way--if you get fired, you won't have to worry about all the work piling up while you and your aunt chill out at that fancy spa."
"I haven't decided if I'm going to meet my aunt or not. She still thinks I'm chaperoning those kids around D.C."
"But now that that got canceled, you ought to go get pampered," Margo argued.
"That's right, you should go," Lou said. "You could stay at Utopia a whole month and work on your resume."
"Not helping, guys," Avery said without looking back.
Carter's office was four flights up. On any other day she would have taken the stairs as aerobic exercise, but her left knee ached too much, and the heel on her right shoe was too wobbly. She was exhausted by the time she reached the elevator. While she waited for it, she rehearsed what she would say when Carter asked what in God's name she thought she was doing.
The doors parted. She took a step forward and felt something snap. Glancing down, she spotted the heel of her shoe lodged in the seam between the elevator and the floor. Since she was alone, she hiked her skirt up and bent down on her good knee to pry the heel loose. It was then that the elevator doors closed on her head.
Muttering an expletive, Avery fell back. The car began to move and she grabbed the railing. She clutched the broken heel in her hand and pulled herself to her feet just as the doors opened on the first floor. By the time she reached the fourth floor, the elevator was full of passengers, and she was squeezed to the back of the car. Feeling like an idiot, she excused her way to the front and limped off.
Unfortunately, Carter's office was located at the end of a long corridor. The glass doors were so far away she couldn't even read the name etched above the brass handle.
Suck it up, she thought as she started walking. She was halfway there when she stopped to check the time and give her leg a rest. She had one minute. She could make it, she thought as she started walking again. Her barrette slipped out of her hair, but she caught it before it fell to the floor. She clipped it back in place and continued on. She was beginning to wish Mrs. Speigel's car had actually struck her. Then she wouldn't have to come up with any excuses, and Carter could call her at the hospital and fire her over the phone.
Suck it up, she repeated. Could it get any worse?
Of course it could. At precisely the second she was pulling the door open, her panty hose began to slip. By the time she'd limped over to the receptionist, the waistband was down around her hips.
The stately brunette woman wearing a knockoff Chanel suit looked a bit startled as she watched Avery approach.
"Yes," she answered.
The woman smiled. "You're right on time. Mr. Carter will appreciate that. He keeps a tight schedule."
Avery leaned forward as the woman picked up the phone to announce her. "Is there a ladies' room close by?"
"It's down the hall, past the bank of elevators, on your left."
Avery glanced behind her and considered her options. She could be late for the appointment, try to run like hell down the mile-long hallway and rip off the damn pantyhose, or she could--
The receptionist interrupted her frantic thoughts. "Mr. Carter will see you now."
She didn't move.
"You may go inside," she said.
"The thing is . . ."
Avery slowly straightened. The panty hose stayed put. Smiling, she said, "I'll go on in then."
She pivoted and held her smile as she grabbed the edge of the desk, and then tried to walk as though her shoe still had a heel. With any luck, Carter wouldn't even notice her condition.
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Meet the Author
Julie Garwood is the author of seventeen New York Times bestsellers, including Mercy, Heartbreaker, Ransom, and Come the Spring. There are more than thirty million copies of her books in print.
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Excellent mystery. Excellent writing. Julie Garwood is an excellent writer. The book kept me on the edge of my seat from cover to cover. Going to read again. Would make a great movie.
I love how in the begining she made Avery and John Paul hate each other.Then they go on a twisted trail to find the killer and Avery's aunt.But to save her aunt, she must stay alive herself.John Paul thinks Avery is one thing, but during the twisted trail of murders they go on, he learns she is the total oppiset!Read this book. This book is the best book I ever read.
First, I have to admit the beginning didn't capture me at first, but once you accept there is information you have to read for the storyline, you realize it was worth your time. The harsh criticism that I looked at by other readers didn't stop me from trying this book. I thought the characters were interesting and intriguing. They provided the experiences you look for in a book - an escape from everyday life into situations you would never find yourself personally in. I recommend all her Bucannan books - so far they're all very exciting and believable. Maybe, if you only like historical romances, then her contempary books wouldn't interest you. (Just as historic romances don't interest me). But, everyone likes change sometimes. And I think her contemp books are great!
Definitely one of her best. I loved this book. The only downside was probably the last two or three chapters. They really weren¿t necessary. I loved the chemistry between John Paul and Avery. The plot wasn¿t the most predictable. I like Julie Garwood¿s books though because she really develops the characters and the romance is always a plus. This book is up there with Mercy and Murder List. I loved all three of these books. If you like murder mysteries and romance then you'll love this book.
Killjoy is my FAVORITE Julie Garwood book ever! What woman wouldn't want a 'John Paul' around to take care of us! I certainly wouldn't mind! Here's to more wonderful books by Julie Garwood!
Welcome to a wild ride in Killjoy by Julie Garwood. This is novel is the third in the Buchanan-Renaud series. A ride you don’t want to miss. Synopsis: This would not be a good day for Avery at work. She is waiting for news of whether there still is a job as she nurses a sore knee. There are also plans to meet her Aunt Carrie at the fabulous spa Utopia. Her aunt has been begging her to go on vacation and spend some time together. Carrie leaves her estranged husband Tony at the airport in La and is picked up by the notorious assassin Monk. She decides to look forward to this vacation and can’t wait to share it with her niece. Why is Avery not answering her phone? As Avery begins to wrap work up to head on vacation she runs into some distractions. John-Paul Renaud is searching for Monk. (See Mercy as to why?) When Avery reaches the spa she finds out that her reservation has been cancelled. Why? One thing leads to another and a chilling phone call is made at the spa to Avery. This phone lists instructions for how to save her aunt and the two women trapped with her at the spa house, and John-Paul is included in this game. Will they be able to figure out what Monk is up to? My Thoughts: This first time I read this novel I felt underwhelmed. There was no excitement for me and no desire to want to find out what would happen next. This time through I listened to the audio book. I have to say that I couldn’t wait to get back to the story and find out would these women survive? And who was truly behind the game? I am not going to giveaway spoilers so you will have to read it yourself. The characters in this novel were great! I loved how the theme seems to be there is definitely someone for everyone. I love how the author compares and contrasts between Avery and John-Paul’s relationship and Monk and Jilly’s relationship. The humor is always enjoyable. A series worth reading!
The story is great and I love the characters. The only con about this book is that on some part of the book Julie Garwood use the same lines and phrases from her previous books and that make it less exciting but overall it is still a good book.
This book is amazing. She really out did herself with this one! This is a book I wish I had in hardcover to keep forever! It is such a thriller that you wont be able to tear yourself away! When you aren't reading it, you're thinking about it!
im 18 years old now, i probably read this when i was 14. im a book lover and i credit this book for starting that. it's a great thriller with a 'can't put it down' storyline. and the ending is amazing.
when i first read this book, i couldn't get interested and it was boring. but then i read it a second time a few months later and loved it. i'm not sure why the change, but it was defintely better the second time around! i love john paul and the buchanan family. i hope that she continues with this wonderful series, although i just read murder list and it is not as good as this book, or mercy and heartbreaker. maybe i'll read it a second time also!
Well I got to tell ya, This took me 5 weeks to read I loved it. There is Monk & John Paul,Noah all from her lastest novel MERCY. Then you get familiar with the other women that makes this book. Then suspense creeps in . Then it starts to make sense.
Jilly was born evil and her sister Carrie knew it even if Jilly's mother never acknowledged it until Avery was born. Jill dumped her on her mother and left to see the world and what it could do for her. When Avery was five, Jilly blackmailed her mother into giving her money in order to keep Avery. When Avery was eleven her Jilly's boyfriend tried to abduct her and Avery got shot and almost died. Now Avery is all grown up and working for the FBI. She thinks Jilly is dead until Jilly communicates with her, telling her if she doesn¿t do what Jilly says, Carrie will die. Avery agrees to play KILLJOY and even accepts the help of ex-agent John Paul who is after Monk, Jilly¿s partner in crime. Avery and John Paul become emotionally involved as they evade Jilly and Monk but they have much more to overcome if they want to stay alive and together. KILLJOY has more than enough action to keep thriller fans happy and has just enough romance to placate romance fans. Julie Garwood has created a female Hannibal Lechter, a woman so evil that readers will root for her downfall. The hero is a knight in shining armor who demonstrates to the heroine that she should be cherished because of her scars, not in spite of them. Harriet Klausner
Sorry, probably not the normal response, but I love it when an author can sell her characters and not just the story. This book was awesome!
Julie Garwood is great at creating thrillers and romance.