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"Teil 1 und Teil 2 von »Ein Surfer zum Verlieben« vereint in einem Sammelband, inkl. 3 romantischer Bonusszenen. Als der beinharte Surfstar Warden Palmer auf die chaotische Bestsellerautorin Lindsay trifft, steht seine Welt mit einem Mal Kopf, denn plötzlich gibt es da mehr als nur den Erfolg, den Ruhm und den Kampf um die besten Wellen. Teil 1: Der erste Roman der erfolgsverwöhnten Bestsellerautorin Lindsay Lovejoy handelt von dem hartgesottenen Profisurfer Palmer Warden. In Erklärungsnot gerät die Autorin, als die Vorlage für diese Romanfigur, der Surfstar Warden Palmer, in ihr Leben tritt. Kann der Bad Boy dem Traumtypen aus ihren Romanen das Wasser reichen? Oder muss Lindsay erkennen, dass sie all die Jahre für ein Produkt ihrer Fantasie geschwärmt hat? Teil 2: Das Leben von Lindsay und Warden scheint perfekt, denn zwischen ihnen ist es die ganz große Liebe. Doch ihre bewegte und schmerzhafte Vergangenheit lässt die beiden einfach nicht los. Werden Lindsays Selbstzweifel und Wardens Verlustängste ihrer gemeinsamen Zukunft im Weg stehen? Ist die Bestsellerautorin den Schattenseiten ihres Ruhms gewachsen? Wird das Paar all diese Hindernisse überwinden können? Oder müssen die beiden erkennen, dass Liebe allein manchmal einfach nicht genug ist?"
Critical Acclaim for the Undisputed Master of the Legal Thriller
“With every new book I appreciate John Grisham a little more, for his feisty critiques of the legal system, his compassion for the underdog, and his willingness to strike out in new directions.”—*Entertainment Weekly
“John Grisham is about as good a storyteller as we’ve got in the United States these days.”—*The New York Times Book Review
“John Grisham owns the legal thriller.”—The Denver Post
“John Grisham is not just popular, he is one of the most popular novelists of our time. He is a craftsman and he writes good stories, engaging characters, and clever plots.”—*The Seattle Times
Autorentext
"Viola Plötz, Jahrgang 1979, studierte Kommunikationsdesign und machte sich nach ihrem Abschluss als Hochzeitsfotografin und Designerin selbstständig. Im Jahr 2014 ereilte sie eine Midlife-Crisis und sie beschloss, endlich ihren langersehnten Lebenstraum vom eigenen Roman zu verwirklichen. Im Dezember 2014 veröffentlichte sie unter dem Pseudonym Violet Truelove über neobooks ihren Roman »Ein Surfer zum Verlieben«, der es auf die Shortlist für den Indie Autor Preis schaffte. Kurze Zeit später wurde sie durch ihren erfolgreichen Debütroman entdeckt und unterzeichnete einen Autoren-Vertrag für ihre New Adult Reihe »Waves of Love«, die sie als Ava Innings schreibt, bei feelings (Droemer Knaur). Die Autorin lebt zusammen mit ihrem Mann und ihren zwei Kindern in einem Mehrgenerationenhaus im Taunus, also viel zu weit vom Meer, welches sie so liebt und das ihre Geschichten prägt, entfernt. Doch nicht nur für das Wellenreiten kann sie sich begeistern, sondern auch für Yoga, die Fotografie und das Lesen."
Zusammenfassung
***Given the importance of what they do, and the controversies that often surround them, and the violent people they sometimes confront, it is remarkable that in the history of this country only four active federal judges have been murdered.
Judge Raymond Fawcett has just become number five.
*Who is the Racketeer? And what does he have to do with the judge’s untimely demise? His name, for the moment, is Malcolm Bannister. Job status? Former attorney. Current residence? The Federal Prison Camp near Frostburg, Maryland.
On paper, Malcolm’s situation isn’t looking too good these days, but he’s got an ace up his sleeve. He knows who killed Judge Fawcett, and he knows why. The judge’s body was found in his remote lakeside cabin. There was no forced entry, no struggle, just two dead bodies: Judge Fawcett and his young secretary. And one large, state-of-the-art, extremely secure safe, opened and emptied.
What was in the safe? The FBI would love to know. And Malcolm Bannister would love to tell them. But everything has a price—especially information as explosive as the sequence of events that led to Judge Fawcett’s death. And the Racketeer wasn’t born yesterday . . .
Nothing is as it seems and everything’s fair game in this wickedly clever new novel from John Grisham, the undisputed master of the legal thriller.
Leseprobe
CHAPTER 1
I am a lawyer, and I am in prison. It's a long story.
I'm forty-three years old and halfway through a ten-year sentence handed down by a weak and sanctimonious federal judge in Washington, D.C. All of my appeals have run their course, and there is no procedure, mechanism, obscure statute, technicality, loophole, or Hail Mary left in my thoroughly depleted arsenal. I have nothing. Because I know the law, I could do what some inmates do and clog up the courts with stacks of worthless motions and writs and other junk filings, but none of this would help my cause. Nothing will help my cause. The reality is that I have no hope of getting out for five more years, save for a few lousy weeks chopped off at the end for good behavior, and my behavior has been exemplary.
I shouldn't call myself a lawyer, because technically I am not. The Virginia State Bar swept in and yanked my license shortly after I was convicted. The language is right there in black and white--a felony conviction equals disbarment. I was stripped of my license, and my disciplinary troubles were duly reported in the Virginia Lawyer Register. Three of us were disbarred that month, which is about average.
However, in my little world, I am known as a jailhouse lawyer and as such spend several hours each day helping my fellow inmates with their legal problems. I study their appeals and file motions. I prepare simple wills and an occasional land deed. I review contracts for some of the white-collar guys. I have sued the government for legitimate complaints but never for ones I consider frivolous. And there are a lot of divorces.
Eight months and six days after I began my time, I received a thick envelope. Prisoners crave mail, but this was one package I could have done without. It was from a law firm in Fairfax, Virginia, one that represented my wife, who, surprisingly, wanted a divorce. In a matter of weeks, Dionne had gone from being a supportive wife, dug in for the long haul, to a fleeing victim who desperately wanted out. I couldn't believe it. I read the papers in absolute shock, my knees rubbery and my eyes wet, and when I was afraid I might start crying, I hustled back …