Weekend Warriors by Fern Michaels, Laural Merlington . But what can you do about it? On the surface, these seven women are as different as can be - but each has had her share of bad luck, from cheating husbands to sexist colleagues to a legal system that often doesn’t do its job. Now, drawn together by tragedy, they’re forging a bond that will help them right the wrongs committed against them and discover an inner strength they didn’t know they had. Growing bolder with each act of justice, the Sisterhood is learning that when bad things happen, you can roll over and play dead. There is no happily ever after here; indeed, the primary emotion fueling this story is not love, but anger. Anger leads wealthy Myra Rutledge, who lost her daughter to a hit- and- run driver with diplomatic immunity, to found the Sisterhood, a secret vigilante group of women who have been unable to seek justice through lawful means. Lyrics to 'Weekend Warriors' song by A CHANGE OF PACE: Weekends are for the warriors All those late nights Walking through front doors at daybreak Raise a. Students who are looking to engage in the weekend experience at EKU. Weekend Warriors is a community focused on exploring all that EKU, Richmond and. Assisting Myra in this effort are former MI6 agent Charles Martin and defense attorney Nikki Quinn, who was Myra's daughter's best friend. High on estrogen and hate, the women pinpoint their first target- the Weekend Warriors, a group of motorcycle enthusiasts who brutally raped Kathryn Lucas, one of Nikki's former clients. The women decide on a Lorena Bobbitt- style punishment and carry it out with very few misgivings- so few that readers will have trouble seeing them as sympathetic. With its paper- thin premise and lack of a rational or moral grounding, this overwrought story isn't likely to satisfy or inspire. The Sisterhood of the series title pursues justice for one of their group who was raped by three motorcycle- riding professional men on a weekend joy ride. The group is assisted in their search for revenge by a rich widow and an ex- member of British Intelligence whose expertise with the coordination of transportation for getaways is truly phenomenal. Like Charlie's Angels, the education and expertise of these women is spectacular, ranging from surgery to truck driving to architecture and the law. The dialog and level of suspense is also reminiscent of an action- packed television series, with little character development and less to make the reader care about the outcome. The extreme measures taken by the surgeon to . Will they really do that? Will patrons really want to read this? Purchase only if fans insist.- Kim Uden Rutter, Lake Villa Dist. Lib., IL Copyright 2. Reed Business Information. ISBN: 9. 78- 1- 4. Chapter One Sixteen months later It was dusk when Nikki Quinn stopped her cobalt- blue BMW in front of the massive iron gates of Myra Rutledge's Mc. Lean estate. She pressed the remote control attached to the visor and waited for the lumbering gates to slide open. She knew Charles was watching her on the closed- circuit television screen. The security here at the estate was sophisticated, high- tech, impregnable. The only thing missing was concertina wire along the top of the electrified fence. When she was younger, she and Barbara referred to the house as Myra's Fortress. She'd loved growing up here, loved riding across the fields on Barbara's horse Starlite, loved playing with Barbara in the tunnels underneath the old house that had once been used to aid runaway slaves. She hated coming here these days, hated seeing the empty shell her beloved Myra had turned into. All the life, all the spark had gone out of her. According to Charles, Myra sat in the living room, drinking tea, staring at old photo albums, the television tuned to CNN twenty- four hours a day. She hadn't left the house once since Barbara's funeral. Should she put the top up or leave it down? If it looked like rain, Charles would put the top up. I hate saying this, but I don't think she even noticed you weren't here, Nikki. What is Weekend Warriors? Weekend Warriors Adult Hockey Academy is an ice hockey camp experience that offers a weekend of fun, learning and camaraderie. Weekend Warriors is the first in the Sisterhood Series by Fern Michaels. Myra Rutledge, a wealthy billionaire takes it upon herself to form and fund a vigilante group. Weekend Warrior Toy Hauler travel trailer factory direct manufacturer of high end custom toy hauler travel trailers and toyhauler 5th wheels.Customized toy hauler. The myth of the weekend warrior Not that many Americans exercise on their days off, either Below: x Jump to discuss comments below. Define weekend warrior: a member of the military reserves who trains on the weekends and for a few weeks every year. Weekend Warrior, Warrior Lifestyles and Toy Hauler Parts and Accessories. The form below is to register your interest in joining the Weekend Warriors or Young Warriors Program. Please indicate your choice of Program from the dropdown list. Offers in-app purchases. I must have called a hundred times. Her eyes pleaded with Myra's houseman for understanding. Once he'd been heavier but this past year had taken a toll on him, too. She noticed the tremor in his hand when he handed her a cup of coffee. She said she didn't need me anymore. Myra said the table was over three hundred years old and hand- hewn. As a child, she'd loved eating in the kitchen. Loved sitting at the table drinking cold milk and eating fat sugar cookies. There didn't seem to be much life in the kitchen these days. Even the braided winter rugs were still on the old pine floors. In the spring, Myra always changed them. The house is too quiet. Doesn't Myra play her music anymore? She doesn't do anything anymore. I tried to get her to go for a walk today. She told me to get out of her face. I have to fight with her to take a shower. I don't know what to do anymore. This is no way to live, Nikki. Let me see if she responds to me this evening. By the way, what's for dinner? Those little red potatoes you like, and fresh garden peas. I made a blackberry cobbler just for you. But when you're not here, I end up throwing it all away. Myra nibbled on a piece of toast today. She straightened her shoulders before she marched into the living room where Myra was sitting on the sofa. She bent down to kiss the wrinkled cheek. Of course, I missed you. How's our softball team doing? Are you still seeing that assistant district attorney? I want to see the news. Yes, I'm still seeing Jack, and the firm is doing wonderfully. We have more cases than we can handle. The team is in fourth place. Charles is worried about you, too. He has nowhere to go, Myra. You have to snap out of this depression. You need a medical checkup. You have to let it go, Myra. You can't bring Barbara back. I can't stand seeing you like this. Barbara wouldn't approve of the way you're grieving. She always said life is for the living. She's with me every minute of every day. There's nothing to live for. The bastard who killed my daughter robbed my life as well. He's out there somewhere living a good life. If I could just get my hands on him for five minutes, I would .. Jack prosecuted the case and lost. Nikki's eyebrows shot upward. Was that a spark of interest? The judge let things go because they weren't legal. Oh, look, there's the mother of the girl. God, I feel so sorry for her. The papers said she never took her eyes off the accused, not even for a minute. The reporters marveled at the woman's steadfast intensity. Every day they did an article about her. Jack said she fainted when the verdict came in. He's very photogenic. She saw Jack's lips move, knew he was saying something but she couldn't hear over the voices of the excited news reporters. She saw his arm reach out but he was too late. Marie Lewellen fired the gun in her hand point- blank at the man who killed her daughter. Blood bubbled from his mouth. You don't deserve to live. I'm glad I killed you. That's what I should have done! I hope she killed the son of a bitch! Charles, come see this. Why didn't I have the guts to do what that woman just did? I'll pay for everything. Every expert, every specialist in the world. She got in his face and killed him. I want to know if he's dead! They're handcuffing her. They're going to take her to jail. I want you to leave right now. Post her bail, do something. Don't let them keep her in jail. Say you'll take her home with you. Tell them she won't be a menace to society. Are you going to do it or not, Nikki? You're still sitting here. I never asked you to do a thing for me, Nikki. I need to talk to Jack. I can have my paralegal go down to the station. Tomorrow morning will be time enough. There is no way in hell she's getting out of jail tonight. She has to be arraigned. First thing in the morning, Nikki. I want you to call me with a full report. Isn't it time for dinner? I want to see what happens to that poor woman. They'll be reporting on this for hours. Does she have other children? Isn't anyone going to answer me? Charles spun around on his heel, a smirk on his face. She has two other children, and yes, she has a husband. She works at a Hallmark shop on weekends for extra money that goes for all the little extras young kids need. Her husband is a lineman for AT& T. Her two boys are nine and eleven. Jenny, the daughter that was killed, worked after school till closing at the same Hallmark shop. She had a flat tire the night she was killed. She was fixing it herself when that creep offered to help and then he snatched her and dumped her body out near Manassas. Jack said they're a very nice family. Marie went to PTA meetings and they went to church as a family on Sunday. Use that employment agency we use when we do our spring cleaning. I hope they give her a medal. She took the law into her own hands. That's why we have laws.? Did Barbara get justice? My daughter is dead and no one paid for that crime. My unborn grandchild is dead and no one paid for that crime either. I'll go to my grave never having seen my grandchild. Don't talk to me about justice. Don't talk to me about the law because I don't want to hear it. Those laws, the justice that freed that man .. She watched as both his clenched fists shot upward. In spite of herself, she grinned. All she had to do was get her to calm down and maybe, just maybe, she would return to the land of the living. She crawled into bed, her head buzzing with the evening's events. Myra and Charles saw it, too. I'll say one thing, it snapped Myra out of her fugue. She wants me to defend Marie Lewellen. She admitted to buying the gun at lunchtime from some punk on the street. That goes to premeditation. They've charged her with first degree murder. I'll be prosecuting, Nikki. You did enough to that woman. That's exactly what it means, Jack. Myra was right when she said it sucked. You didn't fight hard enough. He was guilty as sin and you damn well know it. I did the best job I could under the circumstances. Don't go sour on me now. Turn it over to someone else in your firm, Nikki. She's never, ever, asked anything of me. I have to do what she wants. I'm going to give you the fight of your life, too. Is that what you want? No, it wasn't what she wanted but she knew where her loyalties lay. She loved Jack Emery. Let some other A.
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