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About Play Dirty: A Novel
Product Description The #1 New York Times bestselling author of Seeing Red delivers a gripping story of obsession and its deadly consequences—where nobody’s playing by the rules. After five long years in federal prison, Griff Burkett is a free man. But the disgraced quarterback can never return to life as he knew it before he was caught cheating. In a place where football is practically a religion, Griff committed a cardinal sin, and no one is forgiving. Foster Speakman, owner and CEO of SunSouth Airlines, and his wife, Laura, are a golden couple. Successful and wealthy, they lived a charmed life before fate cruelly intervened and denied them the one thing they wanted most—a child. It’s said that money can’t buy everything. But it can buy a disgraced football player fresh out of prison and out of prospects. The job Griff agrees to do for the Speakmans demands secrecy. But he soon finds himself once again in the spotlight of suspicion. An unsolved murder comes back to haunt him in the form of his nemesis, Stanley Rodarte, who has made Griff's destruction his life’s mission. While safeguarding his new enterprise, Griff must also protect those around him, especially Laura Speakman, from Rodarte’s ruthlessness. Griff stands to gain the highest payoff he could ever imagine, but cashing in on it will require him to forfeit his only chance for redemption...and love. Griff is now playing a high-stakes game, and at the final whistle, one player will be dead. Play Dirty is a wild ride, with hairpin turns all along the way. The clock is ticking down on a fallen football star, who lost everything because of the way he played the game. Now his future—his life—hinges on one last play. About the Author Sandra Brown is the author of seventy-one New York Times bestsellers. Brown began her writing career in 1981 and since then has published over seventy novels, most of which remain in print. Sandra and her husband, Michael Brown, live in Arlington, Texas. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Play Dirty CHAPTER 1 THAT IT?” “That’s it.” Griff Burkett tossed a small duffel bag onto the backseat of the car, then got into the front passenger seat. “I didn’t bring much with me. I’m sure as hell not taking souvenirs.” He wanted no memorabilia from his stint in BIG—official code name for the Federal Correctional Institute in Big Spring, Texas. He made himself comfortable on the plush leather, adjusted the air-conditioning vent to blow straight at him, then, realizing they weren’t moving, looked over at the driver. “Seat belt.” “Oh. Right.” Griff stretched the belt across his chest and latched it. Tongue in cheek, he said, “Wouldn’t want to break the law.” As lawyers went, Wyatt Turner was okay. But if he possessed a sense of humor, he kept it under lock and key. He didn’t crack a smile at Griff’s wry remark. “Come on, Turner, lighten up,” Griff said. “This is a special day.” “Unfortunately, we’re not the only ones commemorating it.” Turner drew Griff’s attention to an ugly, olive green car parked in a handicapped space. Illegally it seemed, since there was no tag hanging from the rearview mirror. Griff didn’t recognize the make or model of the car because it was younger than five years old. Nothing distinguished the no-frills sedan except the man sitting behind the wheel. Griff cursed under his breath. “What’s he doing here?” “It’s been all over the news that you were being released today, but I don’t think he brought champagne.” “So why’d he come all this way to see little ol’ me?” “I assume he wants to pick up where the two of you left off.” “Fat chance.” The object of their conversation, Stanley Rodarte, had parked where he couldn’t be missed. He had wanted Griff to see him. And Griff would have recognized him anywhere, because Stanley Rodarte was one ugly son of a bitch. His face looked like it had been hacked out of oak with a chain saw, by a carver too impatient to smooth out the rough edges. Ch
