5 friends. A killer within. WHO WILL SNAP?
In nine weeks Charlie Miller’s life goes from absolute perfection to gruesome tragedy. All it takes is one night, one blade, and her boyfriend, best friend and new friends all either end up as suspects or dead.
But Charlie’s world of pro football golden boys, law school domination and New York City nightlife crumbles long before sudden death. Nate Westcott, a pierced, tattooed, charismatic lawyer, is a man she can’t have—but a seductive danger she can’t ignore. He’s cocky, infuriating, brilliant and wrong, making her question whether she really is the good girl she wants to be or more like the selfish killer everyone thinks she is.
And her body wants him in ways she’s not supposed to crave.
Despite her desire for it to be how it was during college, Charlie’s changing, and so are the friends she thought she knew. Everyone she cares about is at risk because one of them has darkness lurking beneath, and if Charlie wants to survive, she must find that single, poisonous soul.
Because they want Charlie out of the way. And to succeed, they’ll kill.
Start at the beginning. Question them all.
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“Is she…” I hesitated. “Is Reagan okay?”
The yellow light of the apartment tempered the pale green of his irises. But they were no less striking as he studied me. The glow softened the planes of his face, giving him a vulnerable edge. His hair was tangled and curled at his temples.
He didn’t sit, didn’t offer me a seat, but he wasn’t asking me to leave, either. He swiped a hand through his hair at an angle where his cheekbones went stark in the lamplight.
“Did she take anything?” he asked.
The question caught me off guard. “Did she what?”
His lips were thin, rose-colored lines. “It’s not like her. I’ve never seen her this out of it before.”
My stomach lurched, her words in the cab floating into my thoughts. “She had a lot to drink, but she didn’t take any pills or drugs or anything. Not that I know of.”
My skin prickled underneath his gaze. It drifted over my face, cresting over my cheekbones and landing on my lips.
Quiet. This apartment was much too soundless, save for the thumping bass beneath our feet.
I swallowed. “She, um, she became…different. Mean.”
This could have been a grave mistake. Nate didn’t like me—did he?—and so insulting his sister wasn’t a terrific move. But I was curious. Confused. Unsettled by her sentences and through her slurs, the anger that had seeped out of her on the drive home.
“Yeah. Alcohol can turn her into a creature you’ve never seen before. She knows that and works at taming it. Which is why I’m pretty thrown right now—why she let herself drink so much around you.”
Blame overtook the confusion. “I had no idea. If I’d known I wouldn’t have encouraged it. I’m so sorry.” My chest was tight from not breathing. Breathe, you idiot.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. She’s been through…” He sat down, plucking a pencil up from the strewn papers and tapping out a rhythm. “Just…thank you for bringing her home.”
“You’re welcome,” I said. “I’d better go.”
“Charlie—wait.” He stood. “Look, with what happened between us—what I said—and now this, you’re probably not so into the Westcotts right know, but I wanted to say again, I’m sorry I ran my mouth at you. And about what I said.”
He seemed sincere, his face contrite. And after tonight, I didn’t have much anger left toward him anymore. There was too much else to think about.
“Thank you,” I said, opening the door. “I mean it.”
“So…we’re okay?”
“Sure,” I said. But before I could rethink it, I asked, “Do you even want to be all right with me?”
Ketley Allison is a twenty-something (maybe almost thirty-something) author who believes that supernatural love shouldn’t stop at eighteen. She began her career by writing books as birthday presents for her friends (with her friend as the main character and opposite a super sexy lead, of course) before ending it in order to walk down a path she thought she was supposed to follow.
The writing bug never left her—and, in fact, would often bleed into the official papers she was supposed to write—so now Ketley’s putting down her suit and finally following her dream. While her friends are no longer the stars of her books, she still throws in bits and pieces of them into each and every one of her characters.
As a result, her books tend to focus a lot on friendships as well as love, because let’s be honest, friends are what really get you through—especially when your epic love turns into epic heartbreak.
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