My mother did love me, though it seems odd to say that now. Of course, it wasn’t just Priss who helped me through. I might not have survived either if it hadn’t been for Priss. In fact, I barely survived my early childhood. My middle school and high school life were the typical misery of the misfit, though mine had an especially sharp edge because I was feared as well as hated. I have been ignored, tortured, teased, and taunted. Yes, I have been called all of these things in my life. I know what you’re thinking: What a loser. You probably would have been, right? But, sadly, that was the normal state of things. I should have been alarmed that I had absolutely no recall of the previous evening. But there was nothing, just a gaping hole in my memory. On the blessedly cool tile floor, I tried to piece together the events of last night. Not looking good.īut the words barely escaped before the world tilted and I dove for the toilet, where the wretched contents of my belly exited with force, leaving only an acidic burn in my gullet. Gripping the sink, I peered at myself in the mirror-three days since my last shave, my hair a wild dark tangle, blue shiners of fatigue, my skin pale as the porcelain bowl I’d soon be hugging. I emerged jaggedly into the land of the living, rolled out of bed, and stumbled through my loft to the bathroom. And with my sudden, unwanted wakefulness came the waves of nausea, the blinding pain behind the eyes. It crashed over the metal plate in the road, creating a mind-shatteringly loud concussive boom. And when Priss is angry, terrible things begin to happen… Excerpt

Especially now that he’s met sweet, beautiful Megan, whose love makes him want to change for the better. The booze, the drugs, the sex-Ian is growing tired of late nights together trying to keep the past at bay. He is a talented and successful graphic novelist, and Priss…Priss is still trouble. Now that they’ve both escaped to New York City, Ian no longer inhabits the tortured shell of his childhood. Still, Priss was his best friend, his salvation from the bullies who called him “loser” and “fatboy”…and from his family’s deadly secrets. Even when they were kids, playing in the woods of their small upstate New York town, he could feel it. With more than 1.7 million books sold in more than thirty countries, it’s clear why USA TODAY declared that her thrillers “should be on everyone’s to-read list.”įalling in love can feel like a dream…or a living nightmare.ĭarkness has a way of creeping up when Ian is with Priss. No one writes “good scary fun” ( The Washington Post) better than New York Times bestselling master of psychological suspense Lisa Unger.

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