Vendetta
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Seven women glam up to take their enemies down—from the New York Times bestselling author whose “writing is as intriguing and fast paced as ever” (Booklist).
Once upon a time there were seven very different women who had been broken but not beaten by life. In those tough days of healing, they became the Sisterhood, a group of devoted friends who vowed to change their lives, empower themselves, and be there for each other, no matter what. Now, they’re ready to answer the call for the woman who started it all, Myra Rutledge.
Five years ago, Myra’s pregnant daughter was killed by a hit-and-run driver—the playboy son of an ambassador with diplomatic immunity. Myra was left to grieve while the murderer was free to return to his lavish lifestyle with no fear of ever having to pay for his crime. But not for much longer. As the air turns crisp in the Virginia hills around Myra’s lovely old farmhouse, the Sisterhood has gathered for a little creative planning, and what they have in mind is a gift for Myra of long-awaited and very sweet revenge . . .
Series praise
“Spunky women who fight for truth, justice, and the American way.”—Fresh Fiction on Final Justice
“Readers will enjoy seeing what happens when well-funded, very angry women take the law into their own hands.”—Booklist on Weekend Warriors
“Delectable . . . deliver[s] revenge that’s creatively swift and sweet, Michaels-style.”—Publishers Weekly on Hokus Pokus
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
It isn't easy to root for the vindictive women in Michaels's Revenge of the Sisterhood series. Sure, they're loyal and fearless, and they look good in eveningwear ("We're stunning," lawyer Nikki says. "We sizzle and we look sensual"). But in this third installment of the payback saga, the six women commit a morally repugnant act likely to leave readers cold. Myra and her longtime lover, retired MI6 agent Charles, finally discover the whereabouts of John Chai, the man who killed their daughter in a hit-and-run accident five years earlier and fled to China. So Charles and three of the "girls" fly Myra's Gulfstream to Hong Kong, where they drug "greasy, oily, unctuous" Chai, disguise him as a sick old man and sneak him back to Myra's Virginia estate. Back home, Charles makes the women banana-and-macadamia-nut pancakes, and they frolic outdoors with their new snowmobiles. Then they retire to rat-infested underground tunnels where they don hooded robes and proceed to torture Chai in "a ceremony of sorts." Other than this wildly improbable scenario, there's not a lot going on. Michaels nips the subplots before they have a chance to create any tension, and her indistinguishable characters, unfazed by their sadistic conduct, have little to do besides eat well and cheer each other on.
