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Mesmerized
     

Mesmerized

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by Gayle Lynds
 

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR GAYLE LYNDS DELIVERS BIG WITH HER PULSE-POUNDING, EDGE-OF-YOUR-SEAT ESPIONAGE THRILLER.

After a heart transplant saves brilliant Washington attorney Beth Convey, she inexplicably acquires new tastes and abilities, and finds herself haunted by strange dreams -- or are they memories? Her search for answers leads Beth to former

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR GAYLE LYNDS DELIVERS BIG WITH HER PULSE-POUNDING, EDGE-OF-YOUR-SEAT ESPIONAGE THRILLER.

After a heart transplant saves brilliant Washington attorney Beth Convey, she inexplicably acquires new tastes and abilities, and finds herself haunted by strange dreams -- or are they memories? Her search for answers leads Beth to former FBI agent turned reporter Jeff Hammond. Together they hunt down the truth and discover top-secret Information that could reignite the Cold War.

Gayle Lynds delivers a modern-day spy story of passion and treachery, packed with authentic detail, politics, history, and romance. From the corridors of the FBI's Hoover building to the dangerous streets of the new Moscow Mesmerized will take you on the roller-coaster ride of a lifetime, climaxing in a great showdown at the home of American democracy itself.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"A scorching, action-packed read."

— Robert Ludlum

"A hard-charging, high-concept thriller."

The Wall Street Journal

"Engrossing....Every twist and turn brings new surprises."

Los Angeles Times

New York Times bestselling author Gayle Lynds "has joined the deified ranks of spy thriller authors like Robert Ludlum and John LeCarre" (BookPage).

"Mesmerized will keep you just that."

The Wall Street Journal

"Magnificent fiction...impossible to put down...edgy and enthralling."

BookPage

bn.com
Gayle Lynds follows her first two bestselling novels, Masquerade and Mosaic, with Mesmerized, a heady, spellbinding stew of courtroom thriller and spy action story. After brilliant attorney Beth Convey goes into cardiac arrest during an important trial, she’s saved by a heart transplant, but it slowly dawns on Beth that she now has newfound memories and talents seemingly taken from the unknown donor. As she attempts to help her client she inadvertently winds up in the midst of a tangled web involving KGB defectors and undercover FBI agents. Alongside reporter Jeff Hammond, Beth hopes to not only fight off Russian agents but also discover exactly who her donor was and what secrets she now possesses. Mesmerized is a strange and unique amalgam of science fiction, political suspense, and action-adventure novel that works on all levels, thanks to the author’s sure and talented hand.
Los Angeles Times
Engrossing... Every twist and turn brings new suprises.
BookPage
Magnificent fiction...impossible to put down...edgy and enthralling.
Wall Street Journal
Mesmerized will keep you just that.
Eugen Weber
Mesmerized is not an apt title, unless it's intended to mean fascination--a term she could have used to describe not only her heroine's quest but also the effect of her story on the reader. Most mysteries, thrillers and whodunits invite skimming. Mesmerized is a page-turner that calls for hot pursuit from the word go.
Los Angeles Times
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Is it possible for memories and talents to be transferred from one human being to another by a heart transplant? Lynds (Mosaic) develops this entertaining premise into a hit-or-miss espionage thriller, pitting Russian assassins against two wrongfully accused fugitives. Beautiful blonde international lawyer Beth Convey collapses in court during a heated trial and wakes to find herself with a new heart, recovered from a murdered Russian man. Soon she craves Russian foods, becomes a karate expert and nearly gets herself killed by a KGB assassin after she calls a phone number she hears in her head; she only escapes with help from publicly disgraced but secretly deep cover FBI agent Jeff Hammond. After Beth shoots another would-be assassin in front of witnesses, and Hammond is framed by an FBI mole for murder, the two band together to track down the man they believe is behind it all ex-KGB biggie Alexei Berianov. When they discover that Berianov is associated with a fanatic U.S. group called Keepers of the Truth, and that both the U.S. president and Vladimir Putin, on a visit to the White House, may be in danger, they must sprint to save the day, all the while evading their pursuers. Lynds crafts great action scenes and hairbreadth escapes, plotting double and triple crosses. But bothersome gaps toward the end of the narrative and preachy dialogue at unusual moments disrupt the flow and derail the otherwise on-target narrative. An overemphasis on physical description also distracts from Lynds's potentially intriguing but finally disappointing tale. (May) Forecast: Lynds co-wrote The Hades Factor with legendary author Robert Ludlum, but this solo effort fails to hit the mark. The long blurb from Ludlum on the galley (and presumably on the dust jacket) may spur sales, but in this book Lynds doesn't display what it takes to draw Ludlum-size crowds. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Lynds (Mosaic, 1998), once a think-tank editor with a Top Secret security clearance and lately the co-author who tamed Robert Ludlum's bloodlust for !!!s in The Hades Factor, stirs furiously at her latest thriller, abandons earlier thrusts at the CIA, and spins a plot device familiar from the Minnie Driver heartwarmer Return to Me, in which Minnie's heart transplant comes from her lover's dead wife. Here hard-driving Washington lawyer Beth Convey dies, gets an anonymous heart, then finds herself beset, indeed spellbound by vile images springing from the heart's former owner, and then sinks into a mire of ex-KGB agents. What dreams may come with a new mortal coil must give us pause, though Lynds suggests it's not over about Beth's cellular memory.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781451623277
Publisher:
Gallery Books
Publication date:
09/16/2010
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
576
Sales rank:
933,088
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.50(d)

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Prologue

She was a star.

Queen of the Cosmos.

She was Beth Convey, killing machine with compassion.

She was in room 311 of Superior Court for the District of Columbia. The air was stale, stagnant in fact, but that was to be expected. Any courtroom where a high-profile trial was drawing to a close meant too many days with the doors closed, too many hours of body heat, too much anger, disgust, and sublimated violence for the air to be fresh. The overhead fluorescent lights gave off a relentless glare, and there were no windows that offered the relief of the outdoors; today was a blustery March afternoon. This third-floor room in the thirty-year-old courthouse was a claustrophobic, wood-lined sarcophagus.

Still, the packed audience gave no indication they were unhappy with, or even noticed, the conditions. They sat silent, riveted, because hundreds of millions of dollars were riding on Beth Convey's crossexamination in this headline-making divorce trial, and no one — particularly the press — wanted to miss a word.

Beth turned to the judge. "Permission to approach the witness, Your Honor." She was known for her ice-cold calm, which she felt she had probably inherited. After all, she was the daughter of Jack-the-Knife Convey, Los Angeles's top criminal defense attorney. Annoyed, she realized she was sweating.

Judge Eric Schultz was a large man with a gravelly voice and thick eyebrows. He gave her a sharp look. Beth had kept the witness on thestand all day, and there was an edge to the judge's voice as he said, "Very well. But move your questioning along, Ms. Convey."

"Yes, sir."

She marched forward, her pumps soundless on the carpeting. Behind hershe could feel the worried gaze of her client, Michelle Philmalee, while before her sat the object of her cross-examination: Michelle's husband, industrialist Joel Mabbit Philmalee. A red flush showed above his starched white shirt collar, and anger flickered in his eyes.

Pretrial, his lawyers had made what they called a "sensible" settlement offer of $50 million, a fraction of the value of his privately held corporation. It was insultingly low, and Michelle had refused it. Which had forced Beth into a tactic that could easily fail: She must make Joel Philmalee's violent temper betray him in open trial, which was why she had kept him on the stand so long.

She thought she had left all this behind. Although she had begun her practice as a family-law attorney, she now specialized in international law. With her knowledge of Russian and Eastern European politics, her ability to speak a useful amount of Russian and Polish, and her hardnosed business sense, she had done so well negotiating and cutting red tape in former Communist countries on behalf of Michelle Philmalee that Michelle insisted Beth represent her in the divorce, too.

Inwardly, Beth sighed. She would have passed the divorce case on to one of the firm's other lawyers except that the managing partner had weighed in on the situation with an emphatic "absolutely not." The firm — Edwards & Bonnett — was determined to keep Michelle's business, which meant keeping her happy. If Michelle wanted Beth, she would have her, and if Beth were a really good girl and won a healthy settlement package for Michelle, her reward would be a leap onto the fast track to partnership. No fool, Beth had gone to trial.

She stopped five feet from Joel Philmalee. A strong scent of expensive cologne wafted from him as he adjusted himself and glowered. His rage was building. She repressed a smile — and felt a rush of nausea.

She inhaled, forcing the nausea away. She made her voice flat, harsh. "Isn't it true you gave the hotel chain to Mrs. Philmalee to manage in the beginning because you considered it a minor investment, and you thought she'd fail? Yes or no."

He looked straight into hereyes. "I assumed — "

She tapped her foot. "Yes or no?"

He shot a look of hatred across the courtroom to Michelle. "No!"

"Isn't it true you tried to fire her, but she convinced you to wait for the fourth-quarter report, which confirmed the success of her expansion strategy? Yes or no."

"I suppose you could say — "

"Yes or no?"

"Never! Is that good enough? No! Never!"

Beth knew he was lying, but she could not force him to change his testimony here. What was important was that the judge had heard her raise the questions and that she was making Joel Philmalee furious at her. To him she had become yet another pushy, insolent, aggravating female, just like his wife.

Beth had presented testimony, minutes of meetings, and financial analyses that showed Michelle had often played the deciding role in the Group's growth. Now she hoped to add a convincer without ever saying it outright: Joel was a wife-beater. There were rumors about it, and Beth knew they were true. The problem was Michelle wanted no one to learn she had been the victim of domestic violence, not even for a half billion dollars in assets. The battlefields of commerce had taught her it was far better their war over a financial agreement look like a contest between two titans of industry. In business, Michelle believed, she must never look weak.

Beth agreed, and although the strategy had made her job far harder, it was their only hope. Unlike community-property states, the District of Columbia made no assumption there would be a fifty-fifty split in divorce, which was what Michelle wanted. Instead, its laws allowed judges broad discretion.

Beth fought back another wave of nausea and plunged ahead. "Mr. Philmalee, isn't it true that your wife bought and sold, sat on boards of directors, traveled extensively to evaluate properties, and created Philmalee International completely on her own? Yes or no."

He leaned forward. "No! She did everything under my orders. I'm Philmalee Group!"

"Please confine yourself to yes or no, Mr. Philmalee." She could not seem to catch her breath. Her heart was racing again. Last week, her internist had diagnosed stress as the cause of her periodic breathlessness. He said she must slow down. Only thirty-two years old and already she had to ease back on her work? Nonsense. This trial was too important.

Joel Philmalee turned angrily to the judge. "Do I have to put up with this, Your Honor?"

Judge Schultz shook his head. "You were given ample opportunity to settle."

"But my ingrate wife wants half my goddamn company!" He shot Michelle a look of scorching rage.

Michelle tightened her lips, her face grim. She was a tiny woman, compact and fashionable in a quilted Chanel suit and red-rimmed Armani eyeglasses. She gave no evidence of the turmoil and loneliness of which Beth had caught glimpses. Michelle's isolation was something Beth understood. She and Michelle had made their work the centers of their lives. Beth had never regretted it, and from what she had observed, neither had Michelle.

Beth forged on: "The operative word for you is our, sir. Yours and Mrs. Philmalee's. 'Our company.' The Group. You both worked — " She stifled a gasp. A dull pain gripped her chest, and sweat slid hot and sticky beneath her suit. No. She could not be sick now. She was so close to winning —

Joel's hands knotted. "My wife didn't do jack shit!"

The judge spoke up: "Mr. Philmalee, I've warned you about your language. Control yourself. Next time I'll hold you in contempt."

With an effort, Beth forced her voice to remain calm. "She did everything. Isn't it true that without her you'd have nothing? She gave you the money to start. You took credit for her ideas — "

"Objection, Your Honor!" thundered Joel's attorney.

"Overruled," the judge said firmly. "Continue, counselor."

Beth pressed on. "She planned tactics and told you how to implement them. Take the Wheelwright transaction. Oak Tree Plaza. Philmalee Gardens — "

"No! No! No!" Joel Philmalee jumped up. The flush that had been hovering just beneath his ears spread in a red tide across his leathery cheeks.

The judge hammered his gavel.

"Even Philmalee International — " Beth persisted, herself risking being held in contempt.

At which point Joel Philmalee had had enough. "You bitch!" He leaped over the rail straight at Beth.

Beth's heart seemed to explode in pain. It felt as if her rib cage would shatter. The pain was black and ragged and sent jolts of electricity to her brain. She tried to take a breath, to stay on her feet, to remain conscious. She had been an achiever all her life. Michelle deserved half of the Philmalee Group. Beth needed to go on fighting —

Instead, she collapsed to the carpet.

Joel Philmalee did not notice. He bolted past Beth toward his wife.

Her little face twisted in terror, Michelle whirled so quickly to escape that her glasses flew off. Screams and shouts erupted from the audience. Cursing, Joel grabbed Michelle from behind.

Just as his hands closed around her throat, a dozen journalists in the audience seemed to come alive. They cascaded down the aisle. Within seconds, two had pulled him off Michelle.

Courthouse security rushed into the room, and as order began to reassert itself and Joel Philmalee was handcuffed and forced through a side door, someone noticed Beth Convey was still lying where she had fallen.

"Did she get hurt?" the judge asked, alarmed. "Check her, Kaeli!"

The bailiff sprinted to the unconscious woman, dropped to his haunches, and felt for her pulse. Frantically, he adjusted his fingers. "Nothing, sir."

As the courtroom fell into a stunned hush, he leaned lower, his cheek an inch from her mouth, waiting for a breath. He stayed there a long time.

At last, he looked up at the judge. His eyes were large with shock. "She's dead. I'm sorry, Judge. I don't see how, but Ms. Convey's dead."

Copyright © 2002 by Gayle Hallenbeck Lynds

Meet the Author

Gayle Lynds is the New York Times bestselling author of Masquerade and Mosaic, and co-author with Robert Ludlum of The Hades Factor and The Paris Option. Born in Nebraska and raised in Iowa, she has been a reporter for The Arizona Republic in Phoenix, editor of Santa Barbara magazine, and a think-tank editor with top-secret clearance. She lives in California with her husband, novelist Dennis Lynds. Romantic Times magazine named Mosaic "thriller of the year." Visit her Web site: www.gaylelynds.com.

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Mesmerized 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Robynn More than 1 year ago
This book could have been great with some editing. It was way too long and drawn out. I finaaly gave up towards the end. It was not fast paced nor edgy. Read a Vince Flynn, Brad Thor, or Robert Crais novel to see what I mean.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Here is an author who puts the controversy of cellular memory on center stage while peeling away layers and layers of comspiracy. Yes, she suspends the reader's belief, but in doing so she raises another question: what part does attitude play in physical activity? Bev Convey has a transplanted heart, from a Russian agent killed in a car accident. She craves new tastes and new interests, but before a heart attack disabled her, she was physically fit. If the cellular memory contained in a new heart brings a new way of looking at life, then why can't Bev prefer Karate to some other sport? She has a fit body and a change of desire could very well provide her with new competencies. Gayle Lynd's exploration of this interesting medical phenomen while developing characters and a plot that rivets you to each page shows why Robert Ludlum collaborated with her to produce his last books. Already, in this story, she out-Ludlums Ludlum.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Gayle Lynds has given us an intriguing mix of genres rolled up into one explosive package...a taunt legal drama and medical/espionage thriller with hefty doses of psychological suspense thrown into the mix. When we are first introduced to hotshot attorney Beth Convey, she is at the height of her career and in line for a well deserved partnership at her prestigious Washington D.C. law firm. The book opens with her battling a case in court for a multimillion dollar client. Just as she is conducting a riveting cross examination she collapses and is pronounced dead. She is quickly revived but desperately needs a heart transplant. When a Russian man is killed in a motorcycle accident, Beth receives his heart as well as his dreams, his language, his tastes and most frightening of all...his knowledge of weaponry and of a unknown group of world conspirators. Even Russian names and phone numbers that were characteristic for him have become part of her current memory. She becomes quite curious about this and with the help of journalist Jeff Hammond (who happens to be an expert in Russian affairs), she begins to track down her donor only to be thrust into a secret plan that will literary change the balance of world power. Gayle Lynds is a master researcher and storyteller. She has a certain talent for discovering the most obscure, and controversial character traits and using them to educate and entertain her readers. In _Mosaic_ we were introduced to concert pianist Julia Austrian who was stricken with a rare psychological condition known as 'conversion disorder'. In _Mesmerized_ we learn about a mind-body connection called cellular memory, and how thousands of heart transplant patients seem to receive tastes, memories and characteristics from their donors that cannot be explained by pure science. It`s up to you to decide if you believe this is all possible within the realm of the story. One thing is for sure...Lynds is an extremely talented writer who makes a defiant and realistic case, but after reading her notes you¿ll at least be assured that this is definitely not science fiction. 5 Stars. You just can't tie this particular knot any better. It's a terrific read.