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Jesse Stone’s cruiser pulled up to the stop sign on Paradise Road, preparing to make a right turn onto Country Club Way.

A warm fall breeze blew gently through the cruiser’s open windows. The red and yellow leaves of the elms and maples fluttered haphazardly in the wind. Jesse raised his face to the early morning sun.

He noticed the car on his left, a late-model Audi A5 coupe,

come to a complete stop beside him. When the driver looked in his direction, Jesse nodded to him. The Audi pulled away and proceeded through the intersection. A Mercedes sedan barreled through the stop sign and broadsided the Audi. The Mercedes was doing at least fifty in a twenty-five-mile-per-hour zone.

The Audi collapsed into itself. The impact punched it off the road and into a ditch, where it bounced precariously a couple of times before sliding to an upright stop.

The alarm systems on both cars began to shriek. Front and side air bags deployed in a vicious rush of compressed air, pinning both drivers to their seats.

The Mercedes was driven by a young female. Jesse had seen her looking down as she ran the stop sign. She must have been texting.

He grabbed his cell phone and called the station.

Molly Crane answered.

“I’ve got a bad one at the corner of Paradise and Country Club. Send the entire sideshow. Ambulance. CSI unit. Hazmat team. Also Suitcase.”

“I’m on it, Jesse.”

“Oh, and call Carter Hansen, will you? Tell him I’ll be late.”

Jesse switched on the flashing light bar on top of his cruiser and inched closer to the accident. He stopped in front of the Audi, got out, and walked over to it.

The driver had been immobilized by the deployed air bags. He was sandwiched tightly between his seat and the bag.

He was middle- aged and overweight, wearing a navy blue sport jacket, a button- down white dress shirt, and a gray- and-pink polka-dot bow tie. A chevron-style mustache concealed his upper lip. He was unconscious.

Jesse called out to him.

“Can you hear me, sir?”

There was no response.

Jesse pulled open the door. He reached inside, disabled the alarm system, and used his Leatherman to deflate the air bags.

The man slumped back in his seat. Blood seeped from his nose.

Jesse checked for a pulse.

At least the guy was alive.

Jesse turned and stepped over to the Mercedes.

The teenage driver had also been pinned by the air bags. She wore a uniform bearing the insignia of one of Paradise’s best private schools. Unlike the other driver, she was awake and alert.

“Are you hurt,” Jesse said.

“I don’t think so,” she said.

Jesse nodded.

“Just get me out of this fucking car,” she said.

Jesse looked at her. Satisfied that she wasn’t injured, he circled the Mercedes, checking for damage. Despite the intensity of the crash, the car was relatively intact. He opened the passenger-side door and spotted the item he was looking for.

He walked back to the cruiser, retrieved an evidence bag, then returned to the Mercedes. Slipping a rubber glove on his right hand, he reached beneath the still-inflated air bag and grabbed the iPhone from the car floor.

“What are you doing,” the girl said. “Why aren’t you getting me out of here?”

Jesse ignored her.

He bagged the phone and put it inside his cruiser.

When he returned to the Mercedes, the girl was attempting to wriggle her way out of it.

“Be easier if I deflate the air bags,” Jesse said.

“Then what are you waiting for,” she said.

Jesse poked the air bags with his Leatherman. He also disabled the alarm system. The quiet was a blessing.

Now freed, the young woman opened her door and started to get out.

Jesse pushed the door closed.

“Stay where you are until the medics arrive.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she said, struggling to open the door.

“I’m instructing you not to get out of the car until you’re seen by a medic.”

“I’m totally fine. Even a moron can see that.”

Jesse looked at her.

He removed a pair of handcuffs from his service belt. He grabbed the girl’s left wrist and cuffed it to the steering wheel.

He heard sirens in the distance.

“What do you think you’re doing,” she said.

“You do know it’s illegal to text while driving?”

The girl didn’t respond.

“There’s an injured man in the car that you hit.”

“It was an accident.”

“Caused by you.” “Have you any idea who I am?”

“Have you no concern for the other driver?”

“Yeah, sure. Of course. Courtney Cassidy.”


“I’m Courtney Cassidy.”

“Nicely alliterative.”


Jesse remained silent.

“My father is Richard Cassidy.”

The sirens grew closer.

“I want my phone,” she said.

“It’s been placed into evidence.”

“What do you mean it’s been placed into evidence?”

“I confiscated it.”

“I want to speak to my father.”

“You can make a phone call when you get to the police station.”

“I’m not going to the police station.”

Jesse looked at her for a few moments. Then he walked away.

“Hey,” she called after him.

He ignored her.

She called again.

“Hey, dickwad,” she said.

Another police cruiser and an ambulance appeared on Paradise Road, sirens blaring, lights flashing. They pulled to a stop near Courtney’s Mercedes.

Suitcase Simpson emerged from the cruiser. He spotted Jesse and walked toward him.

Two EMTs got out of the ambulance. Jesse pointed them to the Audi.

“What happened,” Suitcase said.

“Girl was texting. She ran the stop sign and hit the Audi.”

Suitcase looked over at her.

“Why is she cuffed to the steering wheel?”



“If the medics clear her, you can arrest her.”


“Reckless endangerment. Running a stop sign. Texting while driving. Resisting arrest. Arrogance.”

“I don’t think arrogance is a chargeable offense, Jesse,” Suitcase said.

“Okay. Forget arrogance. Make a big deal out of reading her rights, though. Do it slowly and deliberately.”


“Because I don’t like her,” Jesse said.

The medics were now at the Mercedes, evaluating Courtney. One of them stepped away and spoke to Jesse and Suitcase.

“Guy’s floating in and out of it,” he said. “Looks like he suffered some head trauma. We’ll take him to Paradise General.”

“The girl,” Jesse said.

“She seems okay,” the medic said. “If you’re going to have an accident, probably best it be in a Mercedes.”

“You taking her to the hospital, too,” Suitcase said.

“We’re not quite finished examining her, but it doesn’t appear necessary. Is there anyone who can remove the handcuff s, by the way?”

Jesse handed the key to Suitcase.

“Cell phones,” Jesse said with a snort. “Big-time dangerous. There need to be more serious consequences for using them while driving. The current laws are a joke.”

After her handcuffs were removed, Courtney got out of the damaged Mercedes and headed in Jesse’s direction.

She might one day be pretty, Jesse thought, but today wasn’t that day. Her flat-ironed yellow hair hung limply around her plain round face, still plump with the last vestiges of baby fat. Her makeup was heavy and inexpertly applied. Her green plaid uniform was as flattering as a prison jumpsuit. Her pale blue eyes, however, flashed defiance.

“Will one of you call my parents. I want to go home,” she said.

“No, ma’am,” Jesse said.

She moved closer to him.

“I said I want to go home.”

“You’re under arrest,” Jesse said. “You’re going to jail.”



“You can’t arrest me. I’m Courtney Cassidy.”

Jesse looked at her.

Then he turned to Suitcase and said, “Book her, Danno.”

Revue de presse

"No one understands what makes Bob Parker's Jesse Stone tick better than Michael Brandman, who help bring him to television.... I know Michael is just the writer to carry Jesse into the future."
—Tom Selleck

“Brandman in his second go-round as the caretaker of the late Parker’s Stone franchise nails Parker’s compressionist prose.”

"Brandman perfectly reproduces Parker’s style in this impressive continuation of his series featuring Jesse Stone.... As with the originals, the pleasure lies more in the easy, banter-filled writing, balanced with the lead's apparently limitless compassion, informed by bitter experience." —Publishers Weekly on Robert B. Parker's Killing the Blues

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HASH(0x9195da14) étoiles sur 5 Jesse Stone, back on the case(s)! 11 septembre 2012
Par Don In Fremont - Publié sur
Format: Relié
Brandman took something of a beating upon release of his first effort, Killing The Blues....those bashers will find much to dislike in Fool Me Twice as well, so we'll dispense with that first. It's not Parker, not even close. He's probably never meant to be taken as such, he seems like a humble enough guy. For that, you'll have to be satisfied with Atkins' Spenser (it's really good). Brandman tells the same character's stories his way, for better or worse.

As such, Fool Me Twice feels more like a well-constructed Jesse TV-movie-for-cable than a novel. Which is just fine, really.

Brandman provides us with the usual Paradise cast, powered by 3 trope-ish plot threads that get nicely resolved. They provide character, death, romance and a chance for Jesse to show all the sides make readers care about his stories.

There is, thankfully, nary a mention of ex-wife Jenn, for which Brandman deserves hearty praise...way to process, Jesse!!

Brandman's issues du jour issues include child-rearing, meth-madness, and the world water situation, all worthy and used to good effect here.

So, another fans-only release that will garner many heated opinions....something Dr. Bob would surely get behind!
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HASH(0x9195da68) étoiles sur 5 Sorta like Parker.... 12 septembre 2012
Par Joseph Horton - Publié sur
Format: Relié Achat vérifié
...but not enough like him.

Brandman imitates Parker the way Tina Fey imitates Sarah Palin: you can tell it's an imitation. The voice is close to Parker's, but no cigar. He tries to get as many issues into play as he can: water availability, drug effects, the typical murder and mayhem, Hollywood narcissism. Reminds me of a limerick* I saw a long time ago. It was not a satisfying novel from those points of view, and it only made me mourn Parker's passing all the more.

As for the Beretta .38 automatic issue, I, too, was surprised at that and checked it: they really do make it. What no one makes are cirrus clouds that rain--referred to in the book. A mess. Advice: don't get it. Just read the originals and accept them as the complete set.

*The Limerick:

There once was a poet named Wood
Whose poems were not very good.
The problem was this:
He oft went amiss
By putting as many words and syllables and ideas into the last line as he possibly could.
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HASH(0x9195dd44) étoiles sur 5 I thoroughly enjoyed Michael Brandman's novel. 16 septembre 2012
Par Wayne C. Rogers - Publié sur
Format: Relié Achat vérifié
Realizing that everyone has different tastes and opinions, I find myself wanting to praise the books I enjoy. If I don't get into a novel for whatever reason, I won't waste the time in critizing it. Maybe it was simply me and not the author, plus what I don't like, someone else might. So, reviews should always be taken with a grain of salt.

Though Michael Brandman's first Jesse Stone novel, Killing the Blues, read somewhat like a teleplay for a TV movie (it didn't bother me in the least), his newest venture into Jesse Stone fictional territory, Fool Me Twice, hit the nail on the head as far as I'm concerned. I loved his first book, but enjoyed this one even more. I believe that he and fellow author, Ace Atkins (Spenser's Lullaby) now have the two main series by Parker down pat. Both Spenser and Jesse Stone are in good hands, and I feel that Bob would be extremely pleased to know his children had been placed in loving homes.

The newest Jesse Stone novel has a big movie crew showing up into Paradise, Massachusetts to shoot a film with Marisol Hinton in it, Hollywood's up-and-coming starlet. She has just separated from her husband, who is also an actor. Leaving him penniless, he's determined to extract his revenge by following her to Paradise and killing her to collect the insurance. Stone makes the suggestion of getting Marisol a bodyguard, and Wilson Cromartie (aka Crow) is hired through the chief's recommendation. Crow is definitely a character I want to see more of and to learn about his past.

While that is going on, Chief Stone is the witness to a traffic accident, involving a young debutante (Courtney Cassidy) who was texting on her cell phone, instead of paying attention to the road. She gives Jesse a lot of attitude because her parents are wealthy, and he decides to go after her after everyone else advises him to drop the case. It isn't long before he realizes Courtney is a troubled teen and is silently calling out for help. The problem is how to reach her when he hits a brick wall with every move.

Now, while those two scenarios are in place, Chief Stone receives some complaints from the local citizens about their higher than usual water bills. The problem here is that there was never a mention about any rate increases. Jesse has to find out if anything is going on underneath the table that may be illegal. Who ever thought water could be exciting, unless you're stuck out in the desert without any.

Even while juggling three cases in the air, our hero still has time to date the Line Producer (Francis "Frankie" Greenberg) of the movie being filmed. Jesse certainly hasn't lost that touch with the ladies. Fortunately for Jesse and the readers, his ex-wife Jenn is barely mentioned in the book, plus he's cut back on his drinking, which always good. Also, as any reader can vouch for, none of Jesse's relationships ever amount to anything.

Most of the main characters from the books are also back: Molly, Suitcase Simpson, Captain Healey, Carter Hanson, and Hasty Hathaway. Unlike the television series, Jesse Stone has a cat to keep him company, instead of a dog. Since I'm both a cat and dog person, it doesn't matter to me. I get along fine with both species because they know I'm a pushover.

The writing in Fool Me Twice is somewhat reminiscent of Robert Parker's style, but still Michael Brandman's own. He has the dialogue and subtle nuances pitch perfect, the story structure clearly down, the character development right on the nose, the twist and turns that keeps the reader flipping over to the next page are there at the end of every chapter, and the finale wraps everything up in a way that is most satisfying. In other words, Mr. Brandman is definitely the man when it comes to writing Jesse Stone either for the literary community or the viewing audience.

There's one last thing I need to mention that is important. As I've gotten older, my reading has slowed down considerably. It now takes me one-to-two weeks to read an average size novel. I read Fool Me Twice in less than five hours. I couldn't put it down, until I finally reached the last page. It was that good to me.

Needless to say, I highly recommend this book to the fans of both Robert Parker and Jesse Stone. I sincerely hope Michael Brandman will continue with the series. I certainly look forward to more Jesse Stone novels in the future.
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HASH(0x9195dc3c) étoiles sur 5 Shame On Me 5 décembre 2012
Par Steven M. Schmidt - Publié sur
Format: Relié
Shame on me is of course the end of the saying this title is based one. Shame on me for starting to read this one.

I felt lukewarm about the first Brandman installment of Jesse Stone. Although it wasn't intrinsically *wrong*, it wasn't completely right either.

I can always tell books written by TV writers - there's just something in the verbal style and the way the denouement comes together that just feels like a TV show rather than being written by someone who has evolved their writing style by digesting literature. TV writers also have a tendency to disregard the laws of science and psychology. (Side note: the greatest sin in my reckoning is the villain that EXPLAINS. I'm pretty convinced that real bad guys will just shoot you without that much ado.)

The first real symptom of TV-itis inherent in this volume is evident in the first few pages, where Jesse cuts airbags to release two car crash victims. It took me less than a minute of research to confirm my (correct) understanding that airbags are designed to deflate instantly after cushioning the passenger. They do not stay inflated and do need to be cut to let the passengers out. How this fact got past the editors should be a point of shame on the editors at Putnam books!

I tried my best to put this behind me, but at every turn of the virtual page, I found some other characterization or plot aspect that didn't sit right with me. I couldn't stomach it and I don't know if the villains explained at the end, but I wouldn't be surprised if they did. The Parker family should have let the characters rest in peace with their author.
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HASH(0x9196d2a0) étoiles sur 5 Barely readable 28 décembre 2012
Par C. H Mitchum - Publié sur
Format: Format Kindle
it is difficult to review this without giving away many of the so called plot lines, but here goes: Jesse becomes obsessed with trying to reform the teen aged daughter of thr richest couple in town, he does this by repeatededly arresting her, of course it works and she is sweet and lovable at the end. Jesse takes it upon himself to invest a scam in the toen water department, this gives the author a chance to preach about how we waste water (which we do) but enough with the preaching. After a star is murdered, Jesse allows his faithful Indian companion to torture the killer, before said killer is arrested. His faithful secretary is sassy beyond belief and finally, Jesse manages to hop in bed with hard working gal from Hollywood, let's see, 4 hours after they meet. All in all a mini book that is too cute and too tritr to warrant a repeat.
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