Books by Fern Michaels Fancy Dancer No Safe Secret Wishes for Christmas About Face Perfect Match A Family Affair Forget Me Not The Blossom Sisters. When Carol Ann “CJ” Jansen lost her beloved older brother, Kick, in a boating accident, she came adrift. Kick had taken on the role of caring for. After years of standing by their women, the Sisterhood's significant others have also become loyal friends. And now Jack Emery, Nikki's.
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Read Need to Know Online by Fern Michaels and Download Need to Know book in PDF Epub Mobi or Kindle. FERN MICHAELS is the USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of the Sisterhood, Men of the Sisterhood and Godmothers series, as well as dozens . Fancy dancer [electronic resource (EPUB eBook)] / Fern Michaels. On his thirty- fifth birthday, Jake St. Cloud inherits a fortune?and learns the whereabouts of his .
Mostly rich college boys having a good time before they went back to their studies. She opened her eyes and looked up at the sky. It had turned orange from the bonfire that always signaled the closing of the camps.
She hated the intrusion in the quiet life of the small community she and her mother were a part of.
The stars seemed to be incredibly bright tonight, she thought-so many sparkling diamonds winking down on her. There was a full moon, too. Her mother said bad things happened when the moon was full.
She wasn't really sure if she believed that or not. Her mother said a lot of things she wasn't sure about. When she was younger, she had believed everything. But as she got older, she had started to ask questions.
Her mother always answered, but the answers weren't always to her liking. Her thoughts turned sad. In a few days, her mother would be gone, and she would never hear her opinions again. She would miss her mother. The woman had always been in her life, her rock. She'd had a father for only five days. At least he had lived to see her born before he passed away from some sickness whose name she couldn't even pronounce.
Her mother said that he was a good man, a wonderful man, because he had provided for them and all hundred friends who still lived in the little community in the hills.
It would be her responsibility to take over the community once her mother was gone. She dreaded the day she had to put on her mother's robes. Life was not going to give her any alternatives, so she had to step up and run the community. There was enough money in the bank, her mother had told her, because her father had been very, very rich. The property alone, she said, was worth many millions of dollars. The girl blinked. She'd been so lost in her thoughts she hadn't noticed that the bonfire was already dying down; the sky was now black, but it was still filled with blinking diamonds.
The full moon was the only light in the dark night. It was also quiet. Too quiet. She could hear the trees rustling, but not the crickets. And yet there was very little wind-actually, none at all, so how could the trees rustle?
She felt her body go tense in the cool water. There must be someone nearby; otherwise, the crickets would still be singing their evening song.
She paddled to the edge of her private pond and got out. She stood still for a moment, a silhouette frozen in the moonlight as she listened for the sounds she'd heard earlier. Hearing nothing, she bent over to pick up her white-muslin gown, which was as soft as a baby's cheeks from so many launderings.
That's when she heard the voices. She wasn't sure exactly what a drunken voice sounded like, since there was no drinking alcohol in the community, but she assumed that was what she was hearing. The remarks were crude and ugly. She wanted to run home, but her private path back to the house she shared with her mother was blocked by five men, who looked very young.
They were obviously departing camp counselors.
Four of them came at her then, all at once. Even in her panic, she could clearly see one young man back away.
He was shouting something to his friends, but she couldn't hear what he was saying because the others were grabbing at her, touching her in places she wasn't supposed to be touched.
She cried out, asking them to stop. They just laughed at her feeble efforts to avoid them. She turned to the one young man standing alone, and cried out for him to help her. He disappeared into the darkness, and she was left alone with the drunk men, who kept shouting gibberish as they threw her to the ground and attacked her, one after the other.
Her last conscious thought before she slipped into a black void was that she had to remember the gibberish. The moon was low in the sky, which had to mean that several hours had passed since the attack. Her body hurt.
She felt like she was bruised from head to toe. She wasn't sure if she could even stand, so she rolled her way down to her little private pool and into the cool water.
She almost fainted at the shock to her body. She closed her eyes. She wanted to die. Just die. But she couldn't die. It was her mother who was dying. She had to take care of her mother in her last hours. How, she wondered, was she going to do that in her condition?
By sheer willpower, she answered herself. The girl stayed in the pool for a long time, time to gather her strength and to repeat over and over the gibberish she'd heard as the men pummeled her.
Gibberish she would never forget as long as she lived. It was an hour before dawn when the girl finally felt she was strong enough to climb out of the water and make her way down the fern-bordered path to her mother's cabin. The soft white-muslin gown felt like sandpaper against her bruised body. The girl crept quietly up the different paths that led to the wide array of cabins in which her mother's friends lived.
She quietly let herself into the house and down the hall to her mother's room, which smelled of sickness and overripe fruit. She tried to be quiet, but her mother heard her. I've been calling you. Please, can I have a pill? It was hot. I went down by the little pond.
I lost. I can feel your tenseness. There will be no pain in my heart when I retaliate for what was done to Yuri and my people. And what do you think she does?
What in the everloving name of monkey doo-doo do you think she does? Then my body betrayed me, and I allowed the Mongol to make love to me. All she wanted now was to be near him, to have him be a part of her. He whispered soft endearments that were barely audible as he blazed a searing trail from her mouth to her neck to her breasts. Nothing matters, she told herself as she sought the devouring lips and the delicious feel of his body next to hers.
She wanted him. She needed him. Tell me, Zedda, how does a man do this to a woman and then not remember who she is? There are other subplots of this book that are just as ridiculous.
Such as the one where Katerina and Banyen team up and trade unwitty banter as they try to train the Mongol army to take revenge on the czar.
How did I I just saw him for the first time Ivan was a trip and a half. This must be a memorable evening for the princess. How can Nana have expected her to give that up, even temporarily, to take over a bed and breakfast in North Carolina for six months? The entire town takes part in the festivities, and soon Joy, too, is joining in the gingerbread house contest and letting her reservations melt away. Hot Shot: Loyalty is a way of life for the Sisterhood and their significant others.
Yet the shooting seems to be related to one of his private projects. Happy Village is a flourishing community for seniors who have lost a spouse just outside Las Vegas. But a complicated past has come to haunt the place.
Jack, Harry, and the rest of the crew must risk everything to remove the threat And while the men of the Sisterhood fight for justice, Cosmo is fighting for his life — and the stakes have never been higher. Far and Away: All three of the Godmothers novellas together for the very first time! Yet ever since she and Goebel moved into their new home, Sophie has sensed something a little.
Old houses often contain items left behind from previous owners, but what remains in this case is a painful secret.
Facing this past presents a special kind of challenge, but with her three extraordinary friends by her side, Sophie is ready to confront a terrible wrong that occurred within the house decades ago.
And, just maybe, each of the lifelong friends will get the chance to claim a sweet, surprising future chiming with wedding bells when the task is done. Sweet Vengeance Paperback April 30, Publisher: There, she begins to gather knowledge about her case. For the first time since her nightmare began, Tessa feels a sense of purpose in working to finally expose the truth and avenge her lost family. One by one, the guilty will be led to justice, and Tessa can gain closure. But will she be able to learn the whole truth at last.
Kick had taken on the role of caring for his little sister after their parents were killed in a car crash. Inheriting half his fortune has left CJ financially secure—yet needing a purpose.
But suddenly, the career that anchors her life is threatened. CJ stumbles upon information that could implicate her boss in corruption.
Moving to a small New England town for her own protection, CJ gradually begins to engage with her new surroundings. Her blossoming friendship with the owner of a charter fishing boat offers the promise of much more.