From #1 New York Times bestselling author Lisa Jackson comes a new novel of nerve-jangling suspense as a woman haunted by guilt realizes that nothing can be trusted—not even her own memory …
There are people in Edgewater, Oregon, who think that twenty years ago, Rachel Gaston got away with murder.
Rachel still has no idea how a foolish teenaged game turned deadly—or who replaced her soft pellet air gun with a real weapon. When a figure leapt out at her from the darkness, she fired without thinking. Too late, she recognized her half-brother, Luke, and saw blood blooming around his chest.
Despite counseling, Rachel’s horrifying dreams about that night continue. Her anxiety contributed to her divorce from Detective Cade Ryder, though he blames himself too. But as Rachel’s high school reunion nears, she feels her imagination playing tricks, convincing her that objects in her house have moved. That there’s a hint of unfamiliar cologne in the air. That someone is tailing her car. Watching her home.
She’s right to be scared. And as connections surface between a new string of murders and Luke’s death, Rachel realizes there’s no escaping the past, and the truth may be darker than her worst fears …
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About the Author
LISA JACKSON is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of over ninety-five novels, including Liar, Liar, You Will Pay, After She's Gone, Deserves to Die, You Don't Want to Know, Running Scared, and Shiver. She is also the co-author of One Last Breath and the Colony Series, written with her sister and bestselling author Nancy Bush, as well as the collaborative novels Sinister and Ominous, written with Nancy Bush and Rosalind Noonan. There are over thirty million copies of her novels in print and her writing has been translated into nineteen languages. She lives with her family and three rambunctious dogs in the Pacific Northwest. Readers can visit her website at www.lisajackson.com and find her on Facebook.
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Edgewater, Oregon Now
"Why not?" Violet Sperry poured herself another glass of wine and sank back into the thick pillows on the bed. She posed the question to her small dog, Honey, a silky Cavalier King Charles spaniel who was watching her from her doggy bed as Violet finished off the bottle. As if the dog could understand. But it was better than talking to yourself. At least she thought so. Or was it just as crazy to talk to the dog? She'd left one window open a crack, and a soft spring breeze was lifting the curtains as it swept into the room and brought with it the scent of honeysuckle, which blended with the heady aroma of the Merlot.
She swirled the glass and smiled at the glorious purple liquid before taking a satisfying sip of the oh-so-smooth wine. This would be her last glass. No matter what. She would not head downstairs and open another bottle. No, no, no. She set the empty one behind the lamp on her bedside table. She'd get rid of it — the "evidence" — tomorrow before Leonard returned.
Her husband of over fifteen years.
Once a slim athlete with a quick smile and thick brown hair, Leonard had been a man with a future when she'd met him, a man who was going to take on the world. He'd swept her off her feet and, really, he'd been the reason she'd moved past the trauma of the night of Luke Hollander's death. She'd been there twenty years ago. She'd seen him die. God, it was awful. She should never have gone to that damned cannery. She'd snuck out that night just to score points with Luke Hollander. Had she really intended to tell him that she was in love with him? He would have laughed her right out of that horrid old building. She hadn't been the only one with a major crush on Rachel Gaston's brother, or half brother or whatever he'd been.
Water under the bridge. Or maybe under the pier where that awful dilapidated building had been built.
Thankfully, it was all a long, long time ago.
And in the interim, she'd met Leonard, the man with all of his dreams.
None of which had panned out.
Yeah, they'd moved to Seattle, where he'd been intent on becoming an artist and had even bought into an art gallery, but that endeavor with its lofty ideals, pardon the pun, had been temporary. Of course. As had her stab at being a singer for a garage band that had never made it out of back alley pubs.
It hadn't worked out. For either of them.
After a couple of years Leonard had readily, no, almost eagerly, tossed away his dreams and moved back here to their hometown of Edgewater, where he'd taken a job with his father at the furniture store. There had been talk of him being a partner in the business, and eventually taking over Sperry's Fine Furnishings, but so far that hadn't panned out. His father was still in the store every day, looking over Leonard's shoulder as he tried his best to sell end tables, lamps, and side chairs to the stingy losers who still lived here.
Another swallow of wine to dispel any hint of dissatisfaction as she settled into the pillows of her bed, the best you could buy with a "breathable" but firm mattress and a contraption to make the head or foot rise with the mere push of a button.
One of the perks of being married to Leonard Sperry, furniture salesman extraordinaire.
She glanced at her phone, where the message from Lila was on display. Squinting, she read again: Don't forget. Meeting for the reunion. My house. Tomorrow @ 7:30. Go Eagles!
No way was Violet attending the stupid twenty-year reunion, let alone joining the planning committee. And to talk about the high school team? Twenty years after graduation? Ugh! She took a long swallow from her glass, then deleted the message. She'd never liked Lila back then, when she was a classmate, and she liked her even less now as some kind of Edgewater social climber and community leader. As if being married to an old man of an attorney and running around doing good deeds for this tiny nothing community were important. Besides, the man she married was old as dirt, and the father of a fellow classmate. "How sick is that?" she said into her glass.
And now Lila wanted her to be a part of the reunion meeting. Which was only part of her irritation. That stupid Mercedes Jennings ... no, her name had changed ... She was married to Tom Pope now. Well, anyway, that stupid Mercedes Pope was a damned reporter and wanted to interview her about Luke Hollander's death.
After twenty years. Some kind of retro piece for the local paper.
Make that no friggin' way.
High school and all the drama, tears, and tragedy were long over, thank God, and now she was married to Leonard and had three beautiful, wonderful fur babies and ... She glanced out the window at the dark night. God, how had her life turned into such a mess?
Honey had padded across the room and was whining at the bedside.
"Oh, you," Violet said, her mood lifting at the sight of her happy dog. "Can't sleep? Well, get on up here." She patted the duvet and Honey didn't hesitate, just hopped up quickly as if expecting Violet to change her mind. Not likely. Leonard was the one who drew the line at pets in the bed. "There you go." She petted the dog's coppery coat.
As Honey settled against her on the thick pillows, her small body curled against Violet, she clicked through the channels to catch a late show. Much as she hated to admit it, she didn't sleep well when Leonard was out of town. It was stupid really, that she felt safer with him snoring beside her. Yeah, he was thirty pounds overweight and his once-lush hair had thinned to the point that he clipped what remained close to his skull. He disapproved of her affinity for wine — like, really disapproved — but Len put up with her quirks. When she told him she wasn't interested in having children, he'd gone along with it.
Hence the dogs. Her babies. Three purebred Cavalier King Charles spaniels. Honey on the bed with her and the other two curled up in matching beds near the armoire in the corner. She tried to set her glass on the bedside table and it slipped, sloshing wine onto the bed and into the partially open drawer in her nightstand.
"No!" She freaked for a second, then decided she'd deal with the mess in the morning. It was only a couple of spots on the duvet; she'd flip it over. She'd clean up the splash in the drawer when she got up tomorrow before her husband returned. Leonard would never suspect.
She was a bit buzzy, well, make that more than a bit, but what did it matter since Leonard was out of town until tomorrow? And her bones seemed to be melting in such a lovely fashion. Closing her eyes, she was barely aware that the late show host's monologue was over and he was interviewing his first guest, an actress with a new movie out and ...
Honey shifted, a low growl coming from her throat.
"Shhh," Violet rasped thickly. She was drifting off.
A sharp bark.
Violet opened an eye and glanced to the beds where her other two dogs had been sleeping. Without her glasses she had to squint. The male, black and tan coat gleaming, was staring at the door. "Che, enough!" Geez, what was wrong with him? But he wasn't alone. From her bed, the third dog, Trix, a usually shy tricolor, was snarling, her gaze fixed on the entrance to the bedroom.
For a second, Violet felt a frisson of worry slide through her insides. What if Leonard had come back early? Crap! How could she hide her glass and the bottle and the ... ?
Wait a sec! If Leonard was returning, the dogs wouldn't be growling.... No, more likely they would be yipping excitedly, ready to leap up and greet him. And she hadn't heard the rumble of the garage door as it rolled open.
She glanced at the clock. The glowing letters were a little blurry, but she could still make out the time.
No, her husband wouldn't show up this late without calling. She fumbled on the bed table for her phone and glanced at the messages. Nothing from Leonard.
Her heart froze.
Had she heard something?
A noise from the hallway?
But all of the dogs were in here with her.
She swallowed and muted the television. On the screen the host and his guest were laughing uproariously though the TV was silent.
Violet strained to listen over the beating of her heart.
She heard nothing.
Not a sound.
But she felt as if something were wrong. Very, very wrong.
Don't let your nerves get the better of you.
Not a sound.
Beside her, Honey was stiff, her big eyes focused on the door.
Jesus, the damned dogs were freaking her out.
Trix snarled again.
This was no good. No damned good.
But probably nothing.
Had to be nothing.
Licking her lips, she tamped down her fear. The house was locked tight. She was sure of it. She'd checked the doors and windows herself. Hadn't she? No one could get in ... well, unless they slipped through the doggy door in the kitchen or ... oh, crap! The outside door to the garage. It was usually bolted shut but Leonard sometimes forgot to secure it when he took out the garbage and, of course, the inside door between the house and garage was always kept unlocked.
Her pulse inched up a notch, but she fought the anxiety whispering through her.
No reason to panic.
Licking her lips again, she slowly opened the drawer to her nightstand, found her glasses, and slipped them on, despite the fact that they were blurry from the wine. Then, she silently retrieved her pistol. For a second, she flashed back to the first time she'd held a gun. That night. Two decades earlier. But then she'd held a pellet pistol in her palm. This heavier gun was the real thing, a Smith & Wesson 9mm Shield, a semiautomatic that could do real damage. She flipped off the safety, her fingers curling over the somewhat sticky grip.
Swallowing hard, trying to clear her fuzzy mind, she slipped out of the sheets. When Honey started to follow she ordered, "Stay," under her breath, then turned her gaze onto the other two dogs, who were now standing in their beds, and hissed, "Stay!"
It's nothing. They most likely heard the neighbors ... or maybe a mouse ... or something, just not an intruder. Please, God, not an intruder.
She pressed her bare feet into her slippers and started for the door, nearly stumbling and dropping the damned pistol.
Get it together.
Another bark from Che.
From the other side of the door.
She should call the police.
Who cared if they found her tipsy — no, drunk — and holding a firearm? It didn't matter that she could be imagining the whole scenario of someone breaking in.
But the dogs.
All at attention, watching the damned door.
It's nothing. It's nothing.
She reached for the door with her left hand, the gun in her right. Letting out her breath she twisted the knob, then swung the door inward and peered into the hallway, where a night-light gave off a weak glow, barely illuminating the stairwell.
She blinked and squinted.
No shadows moving.
No one lurking.
All in your mind.
Wait a second.
The door to the second bedroom seemed ajar. Surely it hadn't been that way when she'd passed it on the way to her room.
Or had it?
The hairs on the back of her neck lifted and she slipped to the door, pushed it open slowly, heard the slight creak of the old hinges.
She took one step into the room, saw the shades half down, light from the street lamp filtering onto the guest bed. She reached for the light switch.
The door crashed into her.
Pain exploded in her face.
The cartilage in her nose cracked.
Her glasses crunched and fell to the floor.
Blood spurted everywhere.
"Ooow!" she screamed and raised her gun.
Strong fingers grabbed her wrist and twisted.
Agony tore up her arm and her elbow felt as if it would tear apart.
She forced her fingers to squeeze.
The pistol blasted, the sound deafening. She flinched as whoever was in the room yanked the gun from her hand and wrenched her arm so hard she was certain it was breaking. She cried out in shrill pain and struggled to get away, but her attacker forced her backward. Her feet slipped. The dogs — her babies — were barking crazily now, scratching at the bedroom door.
She was being forced backward, bare feet sliding on the carpet, her eyes a blur with the blood. "No!" she cried as her back cracked against the railing. She blinked, tried to focus, just as something was forced over her eyes. A blindfold? Oh, Jesus, was this monster going to try to take her somewhere and didn't want her to see the area or who was attacking her?
Fear curdled in her guts. This maniac was going to rape or mutilate her and surely kill her.
She fought harder. Frantically she scraped at her face, trying to remove the mask, but it was fixed solidly. Glued to her skin.
Panicked, completely blinded, she flailed at her attacker, trying to scratch, to gain some kind of purchase, but it was for naught. Still drunk, her movements imprecise, her head pounding in pain, she swung wildly and missed, turning around just as she felt her body being hoisted with an effort.
A raspy voice demanded, "How does it feel to really be blind?"
And then she was flying through the air, and dropping, a hand brushing the chain on the chandelier, the crystals tinkling. She knew in that split second that the marble floor of the foyer was rushing up at her.
She screamed at the top of her lungs but was silenced by the smack of the stone floor.
She hit hard, her body slamming against the floor.
Every bone jarred, her skull cracking on impact. Her breath swooping out in a hissing rush, her teeth broken and rattling. She let out a low moan that sounded wet and tasted of the blood filling her mouth.
She tried to move.
Thankfully she remained conscious only long enough to be certain almost every bone in her body had shattered.CHAPTER 2
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots echo through the Sea View cannery.
Rachel flattens against the wall. It sounds so real. Not like the click of the soft-pellet guns. But the report of a real pistol. Here, in this cavernous, decaying building that smells of rotten fish and sweat.
She looks down, sees the gun in her hand.
Heart hammering, she tosses the damned weapon aside. It skids across the floor only to slide into the open chute and tumble to the raging river below.
"Rachel?" Luke's voice comes to her and she sees him, pale faced and staggering, hand clutched to his chest, blood staining his splayed fingers. "Why?" He is perplexed as he falls. "Why did you — ?"
Oh. God. No!
This time the scream is her own as he stumbles backward, his face disintegrating into a fleshy pulp being devoured by worms.
No! No! No!
Rachel's eyes flew open and she found herself staring at the ceiling of her own bedroom, the only light coming from the blue glow of her digital clock.
Five thirty-seven in the damned morning.
Calm down. It was just a dream. A nightmare. The same one that destroys your sleep two or three times a week.
Dear Lord. She let out a long, shaky breath and pushed the hair from her eyes. The house was quiet. Still. Only the rumble of the furnace creating any noise, but she did hear the muted pop of the newspaper deliveryman's old crate of a car, backfiring a street or two over.
If only she could stop this!
At least she hadn't woken her kids, nor, it seemed, her dog. A tawny, longhaired mutt whose square face suggested boxer while the wispy hair on his legs hinted at some kind of shepherd hidden somewhere in his lineage, Reno had been a family member since the day Cade had walked out the door. Rachel had rescued the gangly pup and he'd been the glue that had held the family together during those first painful weeks and months of the family shattering. From the first night, he'd claimed the foot of the bed as his resting spot and Rachel had never found the energy to force him into his kennel downstairs. Also, there was the simple fact that she felt safer with the dog in the room with her now that Cade was gone. She no longer even entertained the idea of making Reno sleep downstairs, and besides, she figured she had more important issues to deal with, or "bigger fish to fry," as her father had always said. He might still, but she couldn't be certain because she didn't talk to her dad too much these days.
Another issue to deal with.
As if she didn't have enough. She pulled the duvet over her head and burrowed deeper into her pillow. She still could get a few more minutes of shut-eye, if she could find a way to nod off again, preferably catching up with sleep that was devoid of nightmares. If she was going to dream, why not about something happy? A vacation in the Bahamas? Christmas with her grandparents? Or hot sex with some leading man? She could think of a few she wouldn't mind fantasizing about. ...(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Just when I thought I figured it out I was wrong. Kept you guessing till the very end. But that Cliffhanger at the end..... ?
What a fantastic book. I've read some really good ones recently but this one overtakes them all. I've not read any books Lisa Jackson before and I'll definitely be checking out her others, and if they are as good as this one, I've got a lot to look forward to. I also hope this gets made into a movie as the plot is excellent and there are so many twists and turns that keep you guessing. Twenty years ago, a group of high school kids played a game with pretend guns in an abandoned cannery. in Edgewater, Oregon. Someone had a real gun and Rachel's half brother Luke was shot and killed. Rachel was accused of the killing but acquitted from the crime. Several of her friends testified that the shot came from behind her, but not even Rachel knows for sure. Now it's time for the 20 year class reunion and the local newspaper is dredging up the details of that fateful night.. The story starts from here when things start to happen on the 20 year anniversary of his death. Rachel’s nightmares about that night in question continue. Her anxiety contributed to her divorce from Detective Cade Ryder. As the school reunion nears, she feels her imagination playing tricks, and that someone is tailing her car. Watching her home. She’s right to be scared. As connections between a new string of murders and Luke’s death come to light, Rachel's life gets turned upside down once again. Who is to blame and are they trying to get revenge? If you only read one book this year - make it this one!!
I couldn’t put this book down! Great story, great characters & I can only hope there will be a 2nd book to continue the story. Highly recommend!
I couldn’t stop reading this thriller until it was done! The details give you the feeling of being in the locations and the characters draw you in.
I received complimentary copies of this book from NetGalley and She Speaks in exchange for an honest review. "Paranoid" by Lisa Jackson is a psychological thriller and one of the best I have read in a very long time. It definitely keeps you guessing throughout the entire book. I absolutely LOVE how each chapter, and sometimes sections of the same chapter, were told from different characters' viewpoints. It really lets you get a better understanding of each of the characters and to me, made the book just that much richer. The only thing I did not like about this book was the fact that it was over! A lot of times I find myself wanting to rush to the ending of a book because I'm excited to read the next one in my TBR. Just NOT the case with this book. I did not want it to end. But end, it did - and boy.. that ending! I highly recommend this book to fans of psychological thrillers - it is definitely not to be missed!!
Lisa Jackson starts us in Oregon twenty years ago when Rachel shoots her brother Luke dead. Years later, Rachel is a divorced mom of two still scarred by the events of the past. Meanwhile, her high school is putting on a reunion while those who were there with her years ago are ending up dead. Her life is spiraling out of control as she finds herself the target of a stalker, her children are hiding secrets from her, her ex-husband is investigating the crimes, and she is being harassed to being a part of the reunion. Rachel needs to figure out what is going on around her before she becomes the target of a killer set to mete out punishment for the injustices of the past. Lisa Jackson brings us into Rachel's story by drawing us in to the events as she remembers them. There is intrigue to hint at that feeling that you are being watched even though you see nothing out of the ordinary. Lisa has always excelled at making you feel that things may not quite seem as they appear without being overly dramatic. I enjoyed trying to figure out what will happen with our characters. I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own. I would like to thank NetGalley and Kensington Books for this privilege.
When Rachel Gaston was a teenager she got involved in a dangerous game. This involvement led to the tragic death of her brother Luke. Acquitted from the crime, it is now twenty years later. Someone is bound and determined to make her pay for Luke's death. Rachel had quite a bit of counseling and even had a nice life for a while. She married and had two children. However, her nightmares and anxiety have a profound affect on her and she and husband, Detective Cade Ryder divorced. They are good co-parents to their teenage children and with rapidly changing circumstances, are drawn together quite often in this story. Rachel and several others were in the process of preparing for their twenty-year high school reunion. One of the former classmates is murdered and several other things, including other murders, happen in quick succession. This, quite naturally, makes Rachel quite nervous. All she wants to do is to forget the past and prepare her children for the future. All the while, she wonders about her relationship with Cade, and he has similar thoughts throughout. Paranoid is a thrilling story. There is a strong element of revenge in this story, and this reaches deep into the lives of Rachel, and also her children. There is also the paranoia Rachel feels as her past continues to resurface. The danger is present from the outset, and despite the family drama, reunion planning and personality issues, their are enough twists and turns, as well as plenty of plausible suspects, to make this a difficult book to put down. Lisa Jackson is a remarkable author and I always enjoy reading her books. Many thanks to Kensington and to NetGalley for this ARC to review in exchange for my honest opinion.
A forthcoming high school reunion is the set up for this aggravating mystery by a popular writer; Rachel, whose memories of her teenage years are marred by a tragic accident that all her classmates remember vividly - the night she killed her half-brother - should have begged of the organizing committee. Even when a series of spooky events, including murder, occurred, this reader wanted to tell Rachel to just stay home and read a good book instead of going to the reunion and falling into the trap that someone from her past has set for her. Cue the ominous music and keep reading - I did, and,wasn't sorry.
20 years ago a carefree, teenage game in an abandoned cannery warehouse turns deadly. The group of teenagers were supposed to be shooting pellet guns, no one was supposed to get hurt. So how did Luke end up dead? His half-sister, Rachel, was initially blamed for the shooting but with no gun shot residue evident on her hands the case never made it far. Although she was never found guilty, Rachel has lived with the guilt of Luke's death for the last 20 years. With no one held accountable, that night remains filled with unanswered questions. How did Luke end up shot by a real gun? Who killed him and why? On the 20th anniversary of Luke's death things begin to take an eerie turn for everyone who was in the warehouse on the night of his death. Witnesses are suddenly found dead, killed in a brutal manner. Rachel's house is vandalized, she receives eerie texts from an unknown number and can't help but feel as if she's being watched all the time. Is she being paranoid or is someone out to even the score for Luke's death all those years ago? Paranoid is a tale of secrets, lies, paranoia, guilt and ultimately revenge. I was fully engaged with the story from the beginning. I was feeling a bit disappointed that I had figured out the current timeline's culprit very early on when Jackson completely threw me with the past timeline's whodunnit! I definitely hadn't figured out the who and why surrounding Luke's death and was pleasantly surprised by that twist! It took my rating from 3 to 4 stars!
I received an ARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. No one can lead you through suspense like Lisa Jackson but hold onto your seats for this one may be a bumpy ride. Fantastic plot with moments where you'll wonder if you are imagining things or if it's actually happening. This is a great read for lovers of suspense, thrillers, and those who like to get their pants scared off. Enjoy!
Twisted! This is a story filled with many plot twists that will keep you glued to the pages. A small town of horrors where nothing is as it appears. Everyone has secrets that are tied to each other, even the children. It is a chilling read that ha the potential to give you nightmares.
This is the first book that I've read by this author and she's definitely found a new fan! The main character, Rachel, has lived with the guilt of accidentally shooting her half brother, Luke, 20 years ago. Although cleared by the police with a help of a few witnesses, she hasn't been cleared in the public eye and almost everyone in her town blames her solely for his death. Because it was in a dark abandoned cannery with teenagers running all around shooting air guns and firecrackers, it's not clear exactly what happened, leaving room for rampant speculation. Now on the anniversary of Luke's death, another classmate has been found murdered and everyone wants to figure out if it is somehow connected and how much worse things will get. There's also a lot of family drama, as Rachel is divorced from her husband, Cade, and as he is with the police, he also is caught up in the mystery. His father happens to be grandfather to Luke's son, Lucas, who was not born at the time of Luke's passing. His mother Lila was a classmate and best friend of Rachel's and by marrying Cade's dad, she also became Rachel's (now ex) stepmother! It is all very interconnected and at times may be tough to keep straight. There's also some repetition, as I swear I read some variant of the phrase 'but could Luke's 20 year old case possibly be related to this murder?' at least 20 times. Just a little trimming of some dialogue here and there would help. It's not enough to keep from enjoying the story and I would recommend it to anyone in need of a good thriller!
Paranoid by Lisa Jackson kept me at the edge of my seat from beginning to end. We visit a small town where some of its Rachel Ryder and her high school friends are about to celebrate their 20th high school reunion. It also coincides with the anniversary of the death of Rachel's brother, Luke. After twenty years Rachel is still trying to overcome her guilt and fear of how Luke died. It was a hard to put down thriller. I actually read it in one day! All characters where flawed, which made the story more interesting. *Thank you to the publisher for providing the ARC through NetGalley for an honest review.
Will you ever be free? Rachel has been living with the guilt of her stepbrother Luke's death for twenty years and the anniversary of his death is coming up and she will need to be strong for her family. But the local newspaper has done an article on his death and everyone is whispering about her part in his death, she has always believed that she caused his death and now it is all up for discussion again. Will she ever find peace with the past? She is trying her best but her children Harper & Dylan are growing so quickly and they are both keeping secrets from her and their father Cade. They both worry about their mother as she is becoming even more paranoid and they feel that they both need to escape. Rachel just wants to get out of planning the high school reunion but Lila has guilted her into it and how can she say no to the woman that had her stepbrother baby. Lucas looks just like his dad but he is also hiding a secret that could destroy everyone's lives. Rachel is even more freaked out as someone that had her back all those years ago has been killed and now she is even more worried. She feels like someone has been watching her but she decides to keep it to herself as she knows that Cade will worry about her. And the last thing she needs is for her ex-husband to get involved. Cade just knows that the death is linked to what happened all those years ago and now that another schoolfriend of Rachel's has been killed he knows that there is something there but why now? Can he prove that he is right and protect his family at the same time? Will Cade find the killer before it is too late for Rachel as he knows that it will all end with her death? A great read full of twists & turns. You can never what is right in front of you. I was lucky enough to receive a copy via Netgalley & the publishing house in exchange for my honest review.
Omg people PARANOID is one of those books that you open and won’t close until it’s finished, and even then, you won’t want it to be over. Paranoid is a FIVE PLUS star book. I’m not even kidding when I say, this book will grab you from page one and hold you until you are finished. I LOVED this story. Paranoid starts out with a bunch of kids, 20 years earlier, are going into a old fish processing house. They were all meeting there and playing guns with fake, not real, guns. Basically laser tag only 20 years earlier with pop guns. Anyways the unthinkable happens, someone has a REAL gun and shoots and kills her own brother....then 20 years has past and people in the town don’t feel she was properly charged with the crime, but who, and seriously, why? The friends that were all at the fish house start dying....being killed by someone, but who? Again, super awesome book. Read it!!! Happy reading. :))
Rachel has PTSD after a teenage game of tag turns deadly for her half-brother, Luke. Twenty years and a divorce later, she feels people are following her and that objects are being moved in her house by intruders. Is it real or is she just being Paranoid? Luke’s death was ruled an accident but many in the town, including Rachel, believe Rachel pulled the trigger. Was she found not at fault because of manipulation of the evidence by her detective father? Who is terrorizing her now and why? Rachel is annoying so I’m glad she isn’t my mother or sister. However, I loved the multiple twists at the end of this unpredictable read. Paranoid is an excellent thriller with a multitude of both suspects and crimes. It is highly recommended for all thriller readers but especially for those who try to solve the crime before the final resolution. 4 stars! Thanks to Kensington Books and NetGalley for a copy in exchange for my honest review.
This is a book that I’ll be thinking about for a long time. I would call it a suspenseful thriller with some romance thrown in. Lots of characters living all their lives in a small town. Bringing some of the townsfolk together is a twentieth high school reunion that coincides with a murder of one of theirs during that time of high school. Crazy teenagers meeting at an abandoned fish cannery for a late night of fun. Each one is carrying a pellet pistol and among the shots and firecrackers happening, Luke is shot with a real bullet and dies. His half sister Rachel is blamed but is released. Her life has been a mess from that time on with paranoid fears of sounds, feelings of being followed and terrible nightmares. What is real? What is not? Twenty years later classmates begin being murdered starting on the anniversary date of Luke’s death. If you’re like me you won’t be able to put it down. Lots of twists and turns with more than one surprise to be revealed at the end. I never would have guessed. My kind of writing! I received a complimentary copy of this novel from the publisher through SheSpeaks but was not required to write a review positive or otherwise. #ReadPARANOID #SheSpeaks http://bit.ly/ReadParanoid
Is Rachel PARANOID? Is her fear REAL or is it IRRATIONAL? Most watch a scary movie and then hear every bump and squeak in the house and see shadows out the window. And so a trauma that took place in the PAST can have an effect on ones life and the people around them. Guilt haunts and keeps one from enjoying life and love. Jackson wrote an intense crime drama that had me figuring out the mystery and then changing my mind the more pages I read. In depth characters and prose. Not telling anymore= =READ THIS!! "A copy of this book was provided by Kensington Books via NetGalley with no requirements for a review. Comments here are my honest opinion." DO NOT MISS THIS ONE
20 years ago some kids were playing paintball in an abandoned building with huge holes in the floor and not lights. So they were pretty stupid. Then Luke was shot for real and his sister (or half sister as keeps getting pointed out for some strange reason) is arrested for the death. Somehow, the didn't know that she had a real gun. and then the gun was gone and she was cleared. The description makes it sound as if she is ostracized for the murder and getting away with it, but there is very little proof of that. She seems to be involved in the community and living just fine. I started out wanting to know who had killed Luke. Then I realize that I was pretty sure I knew and that I really didn't care. Every character was a stereotype. Most annoying were her kids. Could there be any more annoying and self-centered than these two? Maybe I got really lucky and had the two best teenagers in the world, but I do not know how these kids could think they could get away with talking to their mother this way or why they would even want to do so. Every character had conversations with themselves with half of it being out loud as if they were unaware that they were NOT two people. So we have a town of egocentric, delusional people and someone starts killing them off. I kind of was hoping certain characters would be next by about halfway through. So much filler. I kept hoping there was a reason I was reading some of this stuff. That it would add to the story at some point or be important for character development. It really wasn't. The story revolves partly around a reunion being planned. Of course they have a meeting the night of the anniversary of the death. And of course the reunion is being planned by his sister (excuse me, half-sister, something I've literally never called any of my half-sisters, but) his girlfriend (who is now his half-sister's ex mother-in-law), and his best friend (who was his age and would not have been part of the same class as the other two (who weren't the ones who were seniors that year so why are they in charge? Whose reunion is this?) Yeah, that's as messed up and confusing as it sounds. Time to start skimming? This book is kind of a ridiculous mess of characters that are over-explained yet still shallowly written. Who killed Luke? You may want to read just to finish and find out. For that, it gets a few stars.
20 years ago Rachel was accused of the murder of her half brother Luke. It’s affected everything in her life.Now people close to the investigation are being murdered. Someone is tormenting Rachel with calls and texts. There is a lot of family drama in this book between Rachel, her kids and her ex husband. I love Lisa Jackson’s books some more than others. This was not one of my favorites but it was still a good book. I have to say the last 100 or so pages were the best part of the book. The twist at the end was crazy good. I really hope we get a new New Orleans book next year. That and the Grizzly Falls books are my favorites.
PARANOID is an engaging thriller. Rachel was a teenager when a group of teens went to the closed Cannery and used pellet guns to shoot each other as they ran around. Somehow, Rachel did not know she was holding a real gun, and shot her half-brother, killing him. What they also did not know was that his girlfriend was pregnant with his child. That night became a defining moment in all the teens' lives, and although a lack of evidence meant that Rachel did not go to jail, she has suffered a lot of PTSD in the years following. Now, on the 20th anniversary of the event, Rachel is divorced but still has feelings for her ex-husband, a police detective in town. She also has two teenaged children who she keeps on a tight leash. Managing her life is hard enough, but then someone seems to be targeting her- and more seriously, they are also killing some of the witnesses from that night. The book primarily follows the detective, his former partner, and Rachel (ocassionally other characters also) in third person limited points-of-view as the events unfold. What really happened on the night twenty years ago? And who is carrying out the revenge in the present? The book has a lot of twists and turns that I did not see coming, and which made for quite an entertaining and engrossing read. Rachel, the primary character which we follow, was an understandable and sympathetic character- perfect as the lead in this engaging story. I really did not see the end coming, which is something I absolutely love in thrillers, as I am constantly guessing along the way. There is a great intertwining of police procedural and thriller in this book that adds to its appeal, and gives it a broader audience. This captivating story is definitely worth the read if you like procedurals, mysteries, and/or slow-building thrillers. Overall, this was a great read! Please note that I received a copy from the publisher through shespeaks. All opinions are my own.
With their 20th class reunion only months away, Rachel and her fellow students find themselves in the midst of more than one homicide. Luke, Rachel's half-brother had died the night of a raucous party gone bad, 20 years ago. Originally it was thought that Rachel had been behind the gunshot that killed Luke, however, Rachel was found innocent. With their 20th class reunion only months away, Rachel and her fellow students find themselves in the midst of more than one homicide. Luke, Rachel's half-brother had died the night of a raucous party gone bad, 20 years ago. Originally it was thought that Rachel had been behind the gunshot that killed Luke, however, Rachel was found innocent. Now, with the reunion so close, someone is killing former students in Rachel's class. Who? Why? ...and why NOW? As the twists come at you and the mystery unfolds, the reader is taken to differing viewpoints as to who is behind these murders. As all of us Lisa Jackson readers know - you're in for a thrilling and shocking conclusion! Many thanks to Kensington Books and NetGalley for a rollercoaster of a ride! Now, with the reunion so close, someone is killing former students in Rachel's class. Who? Why? ...and why NOW? As the twists come at you and the mystery unfolds, the reader is taken to differing viewpoints as to who is behind these murders. As all of us Lisa Jackson readers know - you're in for a thrilling and shocking conclusion! Many thanks to Kensington Books and NetGalley for a rollercoaster of a ride!
This author made these kids complete monsters and tried to pass it off as normal, not reality based all characters were bad really bad. This should have been a short story take out the over describing of every scene and the book becomes half the size. This author goes into the never to read again. Ugh I can't tell you how warped these characters are. Mother weak, father sees mother as a poor victim and cheats or almost cheats confusing, kids self centered monsters I truly believe this author sees this as a normal family and has no clue what real people are. This book is disturbing more so the authors concept of people the same pattern flows in all the characters it really is that bad along with the boring over describing of everything.