Catherine Coulter - Born To Be Wild

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“Fast-paced.” – People
“This terrific thriller will drag you into its chilling web of terror and not let go until the last paragraph…A ripping good read.” – The San Francisco Examiner
“Catherine Coulter can always be counted on to write an exciting thriller.” – BookBrowser
“Ms. Coulter is a one-of-a-kind author who knows how to hook her readers and keep them coming back for more.” – The Best Reviews
“A good storyteller…Coulter always keeps the pace brisk.” – Fort Worth Star-Telegram
“Danger never felt so good.” – BookPage
“Coulter takes readers on a chilling and suspenseful ride…taut, fast-paced, hard to put down.” – Cedar Rapids Gazette
“A mind-bending mystery…intriguing.” – Publishers Weekly
“Fast-paced, romantic…Coulter gets better and more cinematic with each of her suspenseful FBI adventures.” – Booklist
“A dizzying dash involving kidnapping, near misses, murder, and a manhunt. Her readers are guaranteed a happy ending.” – The Sacramento Bee
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Dear Reader:
Get yourself ready for Mary Lisa Beverly – a soap-opera phenom who's just won her third Daytime Emmy for her role as Sunday Cavendish on Born to Be Wild. She's fun and lovable and has lots of crazy friends, most of whom hang out at her house in the Colony, the famous gated community in Malibu. Unfortunately, there is one bad thing to poleax her champagne life – someone is trying to kill her.
You'll meet Mary Lisa's family in Goddard Bay, Oregon. She's blessed with her father, cursed with her mother, and betwixt and between with her two nutzoid sisters.
And how about guys? There aren't any hotties in L.A. of interest to Mary Lisa, but in Goddard Bay – there are District Attorney John Goddard and Chief of Police Jack Wolf. And guess what? Even in the boondocks, bad stuff can happen.
Mary Lisa's best friends, Lou Lou Bollinger and Elizabeth Fargas, become embroiled in the baffling attempts on Mary Lisa's life in L.A., with unexpected results.
I hope you laugh a lot with Born to Be Wild, root for Mary Lisa in all of her roles, and all in all, have a fine time with this book.
Do let me know what you think. Write me at P.O. Box 17, Mill Valley, CA 94942, or e-mail me at readmoi@aol.com. Visit my website at www.catherinecoulter.com.
Enjoy,
Catherine Coulter

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Mary Lisa lightly touched her fingers to Mr. Rogers’s arm. “It’s okay, Mr. Rogers. Please tell Mrs. Willis that I am personally keeping an eye on these two very respectable gentlemen. Assure her that I will not give them any beer.”

“We will drink the beer ourselves, Mr. Rogers, tonight,” Elizabeth said. “It was too early this morning for the gentlemen to imbibe anything more than your excellent coffee.”

“Besides, there are only three bottles in the bar,” Lou Lou said. “We want them ourselves.”

Mr. Rogers said, softening under Lou Lou’s brilliant smile, as did most people, “It’s Mrs. Willis’s favorite, miss, not that heavy hops-happy German stuff, so I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” He shot a look at Jack and John.

“The gentlemen will not be returning with us, Mr. Rogers. Assure Mrs. Willis of that. We need our afternoon naps.”

“Thank you, Mary Lisa. Mrs. Willis loves your show, watches it every day, talks about what a believable bad girl your character is. She says you do ‘bad’ with a real flair.”

Two hours later, Jack and John followed the women back to the inn. Jack didn’t kiss Mary Lisa, not that he didn’t want to, but there were eyes everywhere, so he merely took her arm, leaned down, and whispered against her ear, “Believe me, there’s nothing you can do to help. I want you to keep out of trouble.”

Mary Lisa patted his cheek. “You heard Lou Lou-it’s nap time.” John and Jack left under the suspicious eye of Mr. Rogers, who actually followed them out of the inn and watched Jack’s truck until they were out of sight.

“Does he think we’re going to circle back, sneak in for an afternoon orgy?”

“Nah,” John said. “Not Mr. Rogers. But that old bat Mrs. Willis is another thing.”

FIFTY-FOUR

Mary Lisa took a bite of Mrs. Abrams’s pot roast and chewed slowly, savoring the taste of the spices Mrs. Abrams kept secret.

“Have you ever tasted anything more delicious in your lives?” she asked. Lou Lou and Elizabeth were seated on either side of Kelly, opposite Mary Lisa and Jack. Mary Lisa’s parents sat at the ends of the formal dining room table. The women wore dresses and heels, and the men were in suits, except for Kelly, who had on tight jeans and an oversized sweater. She was looking from Mary Lisa to Jack, but there wasn’t a laser death ray in her eyes, which greatly relieved Mary Lisa. John, when told about dinner, readily excused himself from attending. He was a smart man.

“Even better than the blueberry pancakes this morning,” Elizabeth said, “and that’s saying something.”

“It’s great, Mrs. Beverly,” Lou Lou said, nodding toward Kathleen.

Mary Lisa was glad she didn’t have to deal with Monica and Mark being there as well. Both of them were in Salem overnight for one of Monica’s campaign rallies, a blessed relief.

“Elizabeth is an anchorwoman on a local L.A. TV station,” Mary Lisa said.

“Oh?”

Her mother’s voice sounded only mildly disapproving, Mary Lisa thought, and plowed onward. “She was a crime reporter with the L.A. Times until about a year ago when the TV station producer spotted her at a party.”

Elizabeth said, “Serendipity or happenstance, whatever you wish to call it, it’s a wonderful thing. Nearly the same thing happened to Mary Lisa.”

Jack asked, “How did you get started, Mary Lisa?”

“My agent called me one morning, said he’d gotten me an audition on Born to Be Wild . He said it was a lead role, sighed, and added that the audition would be good experience for me. Yep, he had no hope that I’d land it. Anyway, everything worked out very nicely.”

Lou Lou said, “Mary Lisa, sometimes I want to smack you, you’re so bloody modest. Mrs. Beverly, your daughter is the biggest soap actress in history. Her very first year, she won the Emmy for the best lead actress. It’s never been done before, and now she’s won it a second and third time.”

“And the rest is history,” Elizabeth said. “Hey, here’s to Mary Lisa.”

“Hear, hear,” Lou Lou said. Everyone clicked glasses together. Kathleen Beverly slowly raised her glass.

“And Lou Lou is about the greatest makeup artist in La-La Land,” Elizabeth said.

Mary Lisa waited, tense and wary, but again, her mother merely looked at Lou Lou, nodding.

George Beverly said, “Hey, Lou Lou, Mary Lisa told me you landed that primo makeup contract with the big producer.”

Lou Lou nodded. “Yep, that worked out well.”

Kathleen set her wineglass back on the table and said to Lou Lou, “You appear to know my husband well.”

“Well, ma’am, he’s very popular with all of Mary Lisa’s friends.”

“Are you responsible for Mary Lisa’s makeup on the soap?”

“Most of the time.”

“You sure like to paint her up sometimes,” Kelly said.

“Yeah,” Lou Lou said easily. “That’s for sure. Hey, it’s Hollywood.”

Social time over, Mary Lisa thought, as a blanket of silence fell over the table. She tried to think of something innocent and light to say, but her mother leaned forward slightly and said to Jack, “Before we came in to dinner, Chief Wolf, you mentioned that you wished to speak to me about Olivia Hildebrand.”

“Yes, ma’am. I understand you are best friends. I hadn’t realized how very close you were to her.”

“Yes, well, I would like to speak to you about her as well. I’ve told you once already that she’s been through quite enough. She’s sedated at home, as you know, under a doctor’s care, with two of your deputies hanging around her house. And she’s a wreck. Please have the decency to leave her alone. She did not kill Milo.”

George said slowly, his eyes on his wife’s face, “You don’t know that, Kathy. I’ve been thinking about telling you this all week, Jack. The fact is, Milo beat her their entire married life as best I can tell. I think she might have snapped. Maybe Milo’s killing Jason and hurting Marci drove her over the edge.”

There was silence at the table. Only Kelly continued to eat, stabbing a small baked potato off the edge of the beautifully arranged oval platter with the pot roast at its center.

Jack carefully set down his fork. “Milo beat his wife? I noticed when I was with them right after Jason’s murder that he appeared rather controlling with her, but-you’re certain? He beat her? I didn’t know this, Mr. Beverly. No one’s said a single word to me about that.”

Kathleen said, “That doesn’t matter. You don’t understand. Olivia isn’t a murderess, she isn’t!”

“Perhaps,” George said, eyeing his wife from the other end of the dining table, “we’d best leave this for a while.”

“No!” Kathleen nearly came up out of her chair. “You’re the one who started it, telling Chief Wolf that Milo hit her sometimes, giving her a motive in his mind to suppose my best friend killed her husband. Well, she didn’t.”

“Why not, Mrs. Beverly?” Jack asked calmly.

“You want the truth, Chief? All right, here it is. She’s a wuss, no spine at all. She couldn’t even discipline that loose daughter of hers.”

All the ugliness splatted in the open by the beautiful pot roast. Jack saw Mary Lisa open her mouth, then close it. He squeezed her hand beneath the table.

George Beverly said, “Kathy’s right about Olivia being weak. Once, a long time ago, Olivia came here, all bent over like an old woman, clutching her ribs, crying and moaning. She said Milo had kicked her when she was crawling away from him. I was so mad, I went to see Milo.” He stopped, and stared around at the people at his dining room table. “Now isn’t the time,” he said. “It really isn’t.”

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