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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nA sharp-edged, supremely twisty thriller about three women who find themselves trapped inside stories they know aren\u2019t their own, from the author of Alice <\/em>and Near the Bone.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Celia wakes up in a house that\u2019s supposed to be hers. There\u2019s a little girl who claims to be her daughter and a man who claims to be her husband, but Celia knows this family\u2014and this life\u2014is not hers\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Allie is supposed to be on a fun weekend trip\u2014but then her friend\u2019s boyfriend unexpectedly invites the group to a remote cabin in the woods. No one else believes Allie, but she is sure that something about this trip is very, very wrong\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maggie just wants to be home with her daughter, but she\u2019s in a dangerous situation and she doesn\u2019t know who put her there or why. She\u2019ll have to fight with everything she has to survive\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Three women. Three stories. Only one way out. This captivating novel will keep readers guessing until the very end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n GOOD GIRLS DON’T DIE is published by Berkley Books<\/a> in the U.S.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Add GOOD GIRLS DON’T DIE to your Goodreads list here<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Grab the U.S. edition from your favorite bookseller or one of these retailers:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Anderson’s Bookshops<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Barnes & Noble<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n The Book Cellar <\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Bookmarks<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Books-a-Million<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n BookPeople<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Bookshop<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Bucket O Blood Books and Records<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Indiebound<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Kobo<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Mysterious Galaxy<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n RoscoeBooks<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Third Place Books<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Three Avenues Bookshop<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Unabridged Bookstore<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Volumes<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Women & Children First<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Audible<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Amazon<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n SNEAK PEEK OF CHAPTER 1 OF GOOD GIRLS DON’T DIE<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n PART I – CELIA<\/p>\n\n\n\n CHAPTER ONE<\/p>\n\n\n\n mysterybkluv: who else here loves cozy mysteries best?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n poirotsgirl: cozies are my fave, esp if they have recipes in the back<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n mysterybkluv: ngl it would be great to live in a small town where there are lots of low-stakes murders and I could solve them while working in my family restaurant<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n tyz7412: lol living the dream<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEarth to Mom. Come in, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Celia looked down. In front of her, on a white countertop, was an open cloth lunch bag. Inside it there was already a plastic bag of sliced apples, a bag of all-natural puffed corn snacks (cheese flavored), and a chocolate soy milk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Celia couldn\u2019t think. She needed this small girl to leave so she could organize her thoughts. Why does she keep calling me \u201cMom\u201d? I don\u2019t have any children.<\/em> \u201cTwo minutes!\u201d the girl screeched. There was a loaf of wheat bread and a package of cheese from the deli next to the waxed paper. Celia took out two pieces of bread. \u201cOne piece in half! Mom, what\u2019s wrong with you today?\u201d \u201cSorry,\u201d Celia said, cutting the single slice of bread in half. \u201cHow much cheese?\u201d \u201cTwo pieces! Come on, come on!\u201d You\u2019re old enough to do this yourself<\/em>, Celia thought as she folded the bread around the cheese, wrapped the sandwich in waxed paper and shoved everything in the lunch bag. The girl grabbed it, stuffed it in her pack and sprinted toward the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Celia walked like a sleepwalker to the window next to the door and peered out. The little girl was running down a long inclined driveway toward what appeared to be a country road. Across the street there was nothing to see except trees, tall trees that looked like older-growth maple, oak and ash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The little girl reached the end of the drive just as a yellow school bus pulled up in front of the mailbox. She clambered onto the bus and it pulled away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She\u2019s gone. Now I can think<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Footsteps sounded overhead and Celia glanced up at the ceiling in alarm. The steps moved across the floor, and a moment later Celia heard someone large coming down the stairs. She couldn\u2019t see the stairs from where she stood. The kitchen was attached to a dining room on one side and a hallway on the other. Celia peered into the hall. The bottom of the stairs was at the far end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A strange man rounded the banister and headed toward her, frowning at his cell phone as he walked. Celia backed away from him, her heart pounding. Her butt bumped into the edge of the counter. She scrambled around it and positioned herself close to the door so she could run if she needed to do so. She looked down at her feet. Socks. Not even slippers. There was a pair of low shelves positioned next to the door with shoes neatly arranged on them. One of those pairs should be hers. But would she have time enough to figure out which pair, put them on and get out the door?<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey, babe, I\u2019ve got a ton of meetings this morning,\u201d the man said. \u201cI\u2019ll stop by the restaurant at lunchtime.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Who is he?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The man was very tall, at least six inches taller than herself, and she wasn\u2019t a small woman. He had dark hair cut in what she thought of as \u201cmillennial fund manager\u201d style and wore a well-tailored gray suit. He had a gym-toned look about him and altogether gave the impression of someone who belonged in a city. This impression was reinforced when he pulled on an expensive-looking wool overcoat. His shoes, Celia noted, were very shiny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He leaned close to her and kissed her cheek absently, still looking at the phone so he didn\u2019t notice the way she inched backward. She caught a whiff of his aftershave, something musky and heavy. Her nose twitched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSee you later,\u201d he said, and disappeared out the same door as the little girl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Celia went to the window and pulled one blind up to peek out. The man who\u2019d called her \u201cbabe,\u201d the man who\u2019d kissed her goodbye, had gotten into a black Audi SUV that was parked at the top of the driveway. He backed down the drive and pulled out onto the road, heading in the opposite direction of the bus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n An Audi. City guy<\/em>, she thought again, and then wondered why she thought this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because I live in a city and I see those kinds of guys all the time<\/em>, she thought, but the thought was like a stabbing pain in her head. She looked around the kitchen, then out the window once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Clearly, she did not live in a city. Why did she think she lived in a city?<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’m so excited to share the gorgeous cover for my next novel, GOOD GIRLS DON’T DIE, coming 11\/14\/23! More info to follow in the coming months, including a mini (very mini! It was all we could put together before the … Continue reading
\u201cMom, I\u2019m going to be late for the bus!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Celia shook her head. The small person beside her was blurry, out of focus. Did she need glasses now?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And why was this person calling her \u201cmom\u201d?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Celia blinked hard, once, twice, and the little person came into focus. A girl\u2014maybe ten, eleven years old?<\/em>\u2014staring at her expectantly, holding an open backpack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Celia asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy lunch,<\/em>\u201d the girl said. \u201cI need my lunch. Did you drink enough coffee this morning?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A piece of waxed paper lay unfolded on the counter. What is all this disposable packaging? I would never buy things like this.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMom!\u201d The little person was getting really insistent now. \u201cSandwich!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cBye, love you!\u201d she said as she threw the door open, then slammed it shut behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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