Ours to LoveA Wicked Lovers novel featuring billionaire brothers
Author Julie Garwood has written numerous New York Times bestsellers, including some of our favorite romantic suspense books and historical romance novels, but did you know that until the age of 11, she could barely read? A tonsillectomy when she was very young set her back in school, and she had trouble catching up. Fortunately-for her and for us-she was eventually tutored by a caring nun who not only taught her how to read, but to love the written word. Today, of course, she is one of America's favorite authors, and legions of fans know that Julie Garwood books perfectly blend passion, action, and humor, whether it be her historical romance novels (Ransom, Shadow Music) or her contemporary romantic suspense books (Fire and Ice, Sizzle). Celebrated for the quirkiness of their heroines, their unerring sense of authenticity, and their heart-hammering suspense, Julie Garwood books have been hailed as "...gripping escapism of the tallest order" by Kirkus Reviews, not only appearing regularly on the New York Times bestseller list, but also earning the adoration of countless fans the world over. Aside from her New York Times bestsellers, one of our favorite things about author Julie Garwood is that she's never forgotten her roots-in her spare time, she devotes her efforts to promoting literacy, helping to cultivate in the next generation the same love for books and learning that was instilled in her by a compassionate nun all those years ago.
Sweet Talk (Large Print)
The Pips were at it again. The four girls had vanished from the unit dragging thousands of dollars’ worth of equipment with them and causing quite a commotion. The staff was frantic, desperate to find them before word of their disappearance leaked out. The only person not concerned was the man who held their futures in his hands. He insisted that the restless, mischievous adolescents had not escaped. They were pulling just another silly prank, no doubt orchestrated by Olivia MacKenzie, the ringleader. From the minute he’d looked into those gorgeous, sparkling blue eyes, he’d known she was going to be a troublemaker and a fighter.
He couldn’t have been more pleased. Olivia gave the other Pips—Samantha Pearson, Jane Weston, and Collins Davenport—strength and a voice. Until she’d entered the program, the girls had been sullen, lethargic, and even borderline suicidal. And who could blame them? They spent most of their days in forced isolation, locked away from family and friends and the rest of the world. Members of the staff were constantly telling them how fortunate they were to have been chosen for the experimental program. Nurse Charlotte even insisted they were blessed.
The girls scoffed at the notion. All of them had a disease that, thus far, no drug had been able to conquer, and none of them felt the least bit fortunate to be human pincushions, subjected to a tremendous and sometimes unbearable amount of agony. The Pips were forbidden to call the wonder drug cocktail that was pumped into their veins poison, but that’s what all of them believed it was. Excruciating pain followed each infusion, and by evening their bodies were covered with blisters from the tops of their heads to the bottoms of their feet. No, none of them felt blessed.
Though the youngest of the group, Olivia was the strongest and the toughest, and she had quickly stepped into the role of protector. Once she had gained her new friends’ trust, she began to chip away at the boredom and, more importantly, the anger and the fear.
Pranks were Olivia’s specialty. Within two weeks of her arrival, the nurses and the doctors grew hesitant to open their lockers for fear of what was going to jump out at them. Nurse Charlotte developed a twitch in her left eyelid after a rubber snake sprang at her, delighting the Pips to no end.
As the girls became more fearless, their repertoire of mischief grew. Each had a favorite trick.
Jane, the artistic one in the group, had a flare for design. She could sit for hours with a notepad and pencil drawing shapes, then connecting them into beautiful mosaics. She loved symmetry and color, so when the others suggested they TP the nurses’ station, she objected. She thought that would be too crass. Instead, she decorated the space from ceiling to floor with streamers of every color of the rainbow.
Samantha, or Sam as she was called by her friends, was the adventurer. She was unafraid of risk, but she wasn’t reckless. She went about each of the pranks methodically. Every situation was patiently examined and carefully planned to achieve the desired result. It took her a week to collect enough lime Jell-O to fill all the specimen cups. After warming them in the nurses’ microwave for a few seconds, she slipped the little beakers of green liquid onto the lab cart and sent them downstairs for analysis. The girls laughed for days remembering the sight of the red-faced nurse on the phone apologizing and trying to explain the mishap to the lab tech.
Olivia had found it easy to bring Jane and Sam into the fun, but Collins had been more of a challenge.
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