Bücher von Rue Doolin

Exhausted from her first year on a new job, Capri Olindo (Pree) returns to Laughlin, Nevada, to spend the holidays with family and old friends and to become better acquainted with Bonnie Hall, her son Jimmy''s fiancé, a young woman who grew up on the streets of Las Vegas, whose mother had been killed during a drug buy. Despite her complicated past, Bonnie has established herself as a respected officer in the Las Vegas Metro Police Department, where she is currently assigned to the Henderson precinct.Pree''s effort to bond with her future daughter-in-law includes hosting a weekend getaway for Bonnie and the bridesmaids in a luxury hotel suite in Las Vegas, where they will shop for gowns, flowers, and wedding cake, then take in the show of Bonnie''s choice. Initially impressed with Bonnie''s gracious and thoughtful behavior, Pree inadvertently discovers that her future daughter-in-law isn''t the trustworthy person her son believes her to be.Dreading having to inform her son of Bonnie''s mysterious absences in Las Vegas and especially the lies she had told to cover for them, Pree is spared from doing so when Jimmy, devastated, informs her that Bonnie has disappeared. When a body pulled from under the Cottonwood Cove pier is identified as Bonnie, Jimmy becomes inconsolable.As the last person known to have been with Bonnie before her disappearance, Pree becomes a material witness in an investigation that involves extortion, fraud, coercion, and murder. She soon finds it impossible to distinguish the good people from the bad, as she discovers that few things are as they seem.

THE SENSE OF A WOMANWhen God created Man, He didn't really have a plan, But they turned out rather well for a first try. He gave them abs and other parts to stir the women's hearts, Plus charming smiles, and captivating eyes. There was a problem with the brain that I think I should explain, For it tells us why men sometimes seem so dense:Their egos took up so much room that we simply can assume, There was hardly any space left for their sense. But women caught a break, as God had learned from His mistake, That's why men are nines and women are all tens. For He kept our egos small, which made room to install, All the extra sense left over from the men. Without our sense this world would be fast cars and sports TV; We'd push and shove and cuss and spit and scratch. There'd be no ribbons and no flowers, no children's story hours, And the earth would soon be littered up with trash. Veggie trays would disappear, to be replaced with chips and beer, And things like vacuums, mops, and brooms would all be gone. We'd start each meal with a dessert; end each sentence with a burp. No one would kiss the hurts or point out right from wrong. We'd have toilets without seats, a liquor store on every street. Our kids would not be taught to say, "e;Yes, sir,"e; or "e;No, ma'am."e;So when that ceiling finally shatters; when we've shown the world we matter, We must celebrate the sense of a woman. Yes, we're weak, yet we are strong; not always right, not often wrong. We're each unique, but have so many things in common. We stay composed when we're intense; you'll never find us on the fence,Because we're blessed with the sense of a woman. Rue Doolin