This is my second Kevin O'Brien book and I will definitely be back for more. A good thriller with some tense moments. My only grip is that I thought the book took too long to settle into the story of the main characters. While the opening chapters are gripping, I felt like I was floundering, wai...
In Seattle, no single woman is safe as an obsessed killer stalks the ones he so desperately wants. He's willing to do whatever it takes to prove his love, but should his latest obsession betray him, he'll have no choice but to punish her. Original.
With The Next to Die, acclaimed author Kevin O'Brien delivers an intricate, provocative and taut tale of psychological suspense. Filled with compelling, heart-stopping twists and turns, as well as a cast of complex and finely-drawn characters, The Next to Die promises to hit summertime must-read ...
Everyone has something to hide...The virile, all-American husband. The brainy golden girl. The happily-wed bi-coastal couple. Someone is watching...Someone who has uncovered their darkest secrets. Someone who is hell-bent on making them pay for their sins...No one suspects the truth...Now there i...
Years ago, the Seattle police were baffled by the Schoolgirl Murders. No woman in Seattle felt safe, until they caught the man responsible, and the case was forgotten. Now the killings have started again and only Seattle writer Gillian McBride sees the disturbing coincidences between all the murd...
EVERYONE HAS SECRETS...The beautiful young judge. The hardworking waitress. The handsome college student.SOME ARE MEANT TO BE KEPT...The victims are all different...but they all have one gruesome detail in common...BUT OTHERS CAN KILL...A clever serial killer is stalking the streets of Seattle....
Claire had asked Sherita how to pronounce his name, and she’d replied: “Damned if I know. He’s been here two years, and I’ve always called him ‘honey.’ Nice guy though.” Yuvraj seemed to read Claire’s mood, and said nothing as he steered her down the hospital corridor. In every room they passed, ...
With the collar of her trench coat turned up, Andrea stood outside Vios, a Greek restaurant on Nineteenth Avenue. The raindrops on the flat metal awning above competed a bit with her cell phone conversation. “Spencer’s getting gyros to go,” she told Luke. “Did you have dinner yet? Can we order ...
It was a refreshing change from the quiet seclusion of the rental house, which was starting to feel like a prison. Sure, the house was lovely and in a beautiful spot, surrounded by trees and water. But for the last twenty-four hours—especially the last four—she’d felt so damn isolated. Driving to...
Sorry I can’t take your call. Leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye.” Beep. “Amelia, it’s Karen again at about 6:15,” she said into her cell. She’d just pulled into her driveway and switched off the ignition. The rain had subsided to a light drizzle. “Listen, I’m home no...
Janice wanted to know. She nervously paced back and forth in the hospital room. Bridget glanced over at her father. He sat on the side of the hospital bed, wearing a baggy, bright blue nylon jogging outfit with purple piping. It was zipped up around his slight turkey neck. Every white hair was ca...
. . my God, no . . .”The woman on the other end of the line was Adam’s cousin, Judy, and she was crying. She lived in Milwaukee with her husband and three kids. Along with his dad, they were Adam’s only living blood relatives. Her mother and Adam’s mom had been sisters. Adam hadn’t talked with Ju...
Lake Forest, Illinois “Hey, Billy!” bellowed the stocky seventeen-year-old. His voice boomed over all the chatter and the din of locker doors shutting. In his royal blue and gold letterman jacket, Derek Jesler swaggered down the school’s crowded corridor. He was homing in on a tall, slender Asi...
said her four o’clock patient. She sat down in the love seat across from Olivia in the hardback chair. Candace Lavery was a thirty-one-year-old divorcee who sometimes cut herself. Through hypnosis, Olivia had helped Candace curb the self-mutilation, but hadn’t entirely broken her of the habit. Th...
Bridget said. Gerry nodded over his coffee cup. They’d met at a Starbucks in Portland’s trendy Northwest District. All the tables were taken, so they sat at the counter-bar. On the wall in front of them were newspapers, hanging by clothespins on a line—for the customers to read. Bridget had chose...