Afraid to Die (Montana 'To Die' Series #4)

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Afraid To Scream

Others may dread the chill of winter, but he relishes it. The way the frigid water preserves his victims, the feel of their icy skin beneath his fingers... And soon the world will see their beauty—and his vengeance.

Afraid To Run

The town of Grizzly Falls is on edge in the wake of a serial killer, and Detective Selena Alvarez is no exception. That case was solved, but a new nightmare is about ...

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Overview

Afraid To Scream

Others may dread the chill of winter, but he relishes it. The way the frigid water preserves his victims, the feel of their icy skin beneath his fingers... And soon the world will see their beauty—and his vengeance.

Afraid To Run

The town of Grizzly Falls is on edge in the wake of a serial killer, and Detective Selena Alvarez is no exception. That case was solved, but a new nightmare is about to unfold. There are two victims so far—their bodies found frozen solid and deliberately displayed. Both are women she knew. And each wears a piece of Selena’s jewelry…

Afraid To Die

Selena’s partner, Detective Regan Pescoli, and the entire department are on the case, as is P.I. Dylan O’Keefe—a man Selena got too close to once before. But this killer already knows too much about Selena’s secret terror, her flaws, and the past she’s tried to outrun. And soon he’ll show her that she has every reason to be afraid…

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781420118506
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 6/12/2012
  • Series: Montana 'To Die' Series , #4
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 112,582
  • Product dimensions: 4.30 (w) x 6.58 (h) x 1.13 (d)

Meet the Author

Lisa Jackson

Lisa Jackson has been writing romantic fiction for fifteen years. Over sixty of her books have been published and reprinted in more than a dozen foreign languages. A single mother, she is a native of Oregon, where she still resides with her two teenage sons. Lisa is often asked what is the key to her success, and her unfailing answer is a keen imagination, incredible friends, loving family, and always, loads of laughter. As Oscar Wilde is purported to have said, "Life is too important to be taken seriously."

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AFRAID TO DIE


By LISA JACKSON

KENSINGTON BOOKS

Copyright © 2012 Lisa Jackson LLC
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-7510-3


Chapter One

Her skin was tinged with blue.

Her flesh becoming stiff—which was perfect.

Her eyes, through the ice, stared upward, yet they saw nothing and, unfortunately, she couldn't appreciate how much love, affection and thought was going into this work.

No longer did her shallow breath cause the ice to melt near her nose, and her mouth, thankfully, had closed, her lips perfectly fused together, a darker blue ... like Sleeping Beauty, he thought as he carefully poured another layer of water over her.

Ice crystals formed over her naked body, glazing the youthful flesh, sparkling in the dim lights of his cavern.

So beautiful.

So perfect.

So dead.

Humming along to Christmas music playing from his battery-operated docking station in this, his private chamber, he sculpted. Carefully. With precise attention to detail. Perfection; that was what he was striving for. And he would get it.

He kept his sculpting room at thirty degrees, just below freezing, and his breath fogged as he worked in his underground studio. Though a snowstorm was raging through this section of the Bitterroot Mountains, down here, deep in the caves, the air was calm; not a breath of the wind could be heard.

Wearing a neoprene suit, gloves, boots and ski mask, he silently wished he could strip bare, feel the bite of cold air against his flesh, feel more alive, but that would have to wait. He couldn't be rash, couldn't allow any bit of his skin or hair or even sweat to mar his work.

Besides, there was always that sticky problem of DNA once the police became involved. That would be soon, he knew, because this piece of art was nearly finished. A little more whittling here, a bit of shaving there.

"Oh, the weather outside is frightful," he sang along under his breath as the music reverberated through these linked caves that he'd claimed for his work. Hidden deep in these foothills, the caverns provided a perfect spot. A natural spring provided the water he needed, and battery-powered lights gave off a bluish glow. When he needed brighter light, he donned headlamps to illuminate the areas where he needed to work.

From deeper within his workspace he heard a pathetic mewl and he frowned. Why wouldn't that woman just die, already? He'd given her enough sedatives to knock out an elephant and yet she lay on the precipice between consciousness and death, lingering. And moaning. He frowned, hit his chisel with his hammer and the blade slipped, slicing through his glove and nicking his finger. "Damn!" Blood, his damned blood fell in a singular drop along the ice. Quickly it froze and he, rather than smear it, let it dry, all the time irritated at the delay. Once it was solid, he cut around the rivulet, giving wide berth and making certain that no hint of red disturbed his perfect piece of art.

He was sweating by the time he was finished excavating the blood. Carefully, telling himself to be patient, he began pouring clear water from the spring over that flaw in his masterpiece. Allowing the water to freeze, he waited impatiently before pouring a little more, until there was no hint of a fissure, no blemish visible.

"Perfect," he whispered, satisfied.

He stared down at his artwork, the naked woman encased in ice, and he couldn't help but lean forward, bending close enough to lick one ice-encased nipple. His tongue tingled, the interior of his mouth so cold that a ripple of pure, icy pleasure worked its way through his bloodstream, starting out frigid, but, as his mind created scenarios where his body was rubbing up against her arctic flesh, he felt the tiniest niggle of excitement, the start of arousal.

He rolled his tongue over the ice, imagining the salty taste of her, the bud of her nipple hard in his mouth. He'd sink his teeth in, just a little, to mingle pleasure with pain. He let out a quiet moan as his fantasy emerged.

In his mind's eye, he saw another beautiful woman, her hair falling freely behind her as she ran, laughing, her voice echoing through the wintry forest. Snow had drifted against the scaly trunks of the pines, ice collecting on the long needles.

He raced through thick powder, chasing after her, watching in arousal as she tossed off her clothing, piece by piece, dropping a blouse, a skirt, a scarf into nearby snow drifts. Finally her bra was discarded and she, in only panties, continued to run.

He was closing the distance and taking off his own clothes, kicking off his boots, but his cold fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and his jeans, they were difficult to pull off and toss aside, so he couldn't catch her, had to race to catch up.

He thought of what he would do to her, how he would thrust into her, make her cold body turn molten and heat the snow that fell until it melted over her skin.

But in his hand was his knife. The one with the handle made from the antler of a four-point he'd killed three years earlier. He remembered felling the buck, with just an arrow ...

He was closer now ... his heart pounding, his fingers clenched over the hilt of the knife.

Only inches from her, a half step behind when she turned, her lips turning blue, her eyes bright, her cheeks crimson with the frosty winter air. A playful smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. So perfect. Like an angel's.

Then she saw the knife.

Her soft grin fell away. Shock, then horror registered on her beautiful features and she stumbled, nearly falling, throwing up more white powder as panic set in and she ran faster, not playfully, but spurred on by terror.

His nostrils flared. He sprang forward, giving chase.

Within a few strides he caught her, his free hand tangling in her mass of long hair and then ...

A blur.

All he could remember was the slash of warm blood spraying scarlet over an icy white snowdrift ...

No! He snapped back to the here and now. He couldn't let his mind stray from his work.

The ice was melting in his mouth. His erection was full and bulging, straining against the hot neoprene. Straightening, he felt a moment's disgust for his weakness and forced his ever-willing cock to stand down.

What had gotten into him?

He gazed down at the naked woman and noticed the place where his mouth had melted the ice and left too much of his DNA. Not smart, not smart at all. Certainly not something a person with a near genius IQ would do.

Quickly, as if in working swiftly he could erase the damage he'd done, he started chiseling out that spot where his mouth and saliva had touched and melted the ice.

The bitch in the back room let out another moan and his jaw tightened. She'd die soon enough and her perfect body would show no bruise or cut or anything that would hint at violence. Then, she, too, would be encased in ice, a perfect specimen, another work of art.

Glancing at his watch, he noted he still had enough time to finish for the day. His wife wasn't expecting him for another hour. Plenty of time.

Carefully he pumped more water from the stream and poured it over his work in progress. She wasn't quite ready, he thought as he gazed into her wide-open eyes.

But it wouldn't be long.

Thankfully, the moans from the other cave had stilled and he could concentrate again, sluicing water over her while under his breath he muttered, "Let it snow, let it snow ..."

"... let it—" Click!

Selena Alvarez slapped the snooze button on the clock radio, then, thinking twice, turned the alarm off and rolled out of bed. God, she hated that song. Then again she wasn't too big on anything to do with the Christmas season.

She had her reasons.

Not that she wanted to think about them now.

Maybe ever.

Though it was dark as midnight, the digital readout glowed a bright red, telling her that it was four thirty in the morning, her usual time to get up and get going. For most of the year, she tackled each day as if it were a challenge, but as autumn faded and the days of November bled into the heart of December, she felt that same old ennui that accompanied the holiday season, a definite energy sap that darkened her mood. Her usual take-the-world-head-on attitude hibernated for the winter and she had to work doubly hard to find her usual enthusiasm for life.

"Idiot," she muttered under her breath as she stretched her muscles.

She knew the cause of her change in attitude, of course, but she never discussed it, not even with her partner. Especially not her partner. Pescoli just wouldn't understand.

And Alvarez definitely wasn't going to think about it now.

Her new puppy, a mottled mix of some kind of shepherd and either a boxer or lab, roused in his crate, stretching and barking to be released while her cat, Jane Doe, who always slept on the second pillow of the bed, lifted her head and blinked.

Seeing that Alvarez was awake, the puppy made I-need-to-go-out whines that turned into excited yips. All the enthusiasm she was lacking seemed to manifest itself in the half-grown dog.

"Hey, you know better," Alvarez admonished the pup before letting him out of his kennel. Immediately he began leaping and barking at her despite her best efforts of controlling him. "No, Roscoe! Off! Down!" He streaked into the living room of her town house, running in circles around the ottoman and coffee table before wiggling with excitement at the patio door.

Alvarez glanced at the cat, who'd climbed onto a shelf over the desk and took in the scene with feline disdain. "Yeah, I know. Don't rub it in." Seconds later, she let the dog outside, where he disappeared into the darkened corners of her small yard to, no doubt, lift his leg on every tree, bush and post he could find. It was still snowing, she noted as she closed the slider against a gust of winter air so cold it cut through her flannel pajamas. Through the glass, she saw that the pots she'd left on her patio were covered with five inches of icy white fluff, the lawn, before Roscoe tore into it, blanketed in a peaceful coat of white.

Yet she found no peace or serenity with the snow.

Adopting Roscoe had been a rash decision, especially on the heels of buying this town house, but now it was a done deal and the stupid dog had burrowed a special little spot into her heart.

Despite his faults.

"Pathetic," she told herself.

Bounding back to the slab of concrete that was her patio, he started clawing at the glass of the sliding door. She cracked it open and he tried to race inside, but she caught him by the collar. "Not on your life, guy." Using the hand towel she hung on the door handle for just this purpose, she wiped each of his huge paws before allowing him inside again.

Rarely did she go to the gym now; instead, she ran with the dog, wearing him out before she showered, dressed for the day and left him in the laundry area. It wasn't an ideal set up, but as soon as she was convinced he was completely housebroken, she figured she'd install a doggy door and then could forgo hiring the neighbor woman to walk him at noon. She seldom stayed late at the station any longer, opting to bring her work home with her.

Which was probably a good thing.

But reminded her only that she was alone.

Not that she hadn't dabbled in dating in the past year. A few had been interested in her, but she hadn't returned the favor. She'd dated Kevin Miller, a pharmaceutical salesman who was a gym rat in his spare time and was always talking about his job. He'd bored her to tears. Terry Longstrom was a psychologist who worked with juveniles who'd been arrested, and he'd taken her on a couple of dates, but for all of his good points, she just didn't find him attractive, and as shallow as that sounded, she couldn't pretend to be interested in him. The worst of the lot though was Grover Pankretz, who had once worked in the local DNA lab before his job was eliminated when the company had downsized. A brilliant man but a little too possessive from the get-go. He'd wanted to get serious by the second date. So she'd ended that before it really began. Fortunately all of the men interested in her had moved on, either away from the area or onto new relationships. Terry and Grover, she'd heard, had married.

The truth was simple: She just wasn't ready to date seriously ... as evidenced by her ridiculous fantasy for an older, unavailable man like Dan Grayson, who just happened to be her boss. Typical.

"Face it," she told herself, "you really don't want a man in your life."

She finished with her morning routine and drove to the sheriff's office on Boxer Bluff. Traffic was snarled in the usual places and backed up where a single car had slid sideways just before the railroad tracks. All the while the snow kept falling and her wipers worked double-time to slap the flakes away.

God, she hated this time of year.

It seemed that here, in Grizzly Falls, the Christmas season brought its own share of disaster with it. Despite the holiday wreaths on the doors, the trees decorated and glowing festively in the windows, and the twenty-four-seven deluge of Christmas carols from the local radio stations, trouble lurked in the shadows of all the radiant joy. Not only did domestic violence cases escalate during the holiday season, but, in the past few years, some homicidal maniacs had terrorized the locals.

Not exactly a season of peace and joy.

The road was slick in spots, but her ten-year-old Subaru gripped the road and churned up the frozen, icy streets without any trouble. The Outback was another change in her life, though of course she knew that all the new cars and town houses wouldn't fill the hole inside her. The pets were a step in the right direction, she thought as she pulled into the parking lot of the station. She'd inherited the cat on a case last year, as its owner had been the victim of a vicious murder and she'd felt a connection to the animal, but the puppy had been an intentional, if irrational decision.

What had she been thinking?

Obviously not about pee on the carpet, chewed furniture or vet bills; nope, she'd seen something warm and cuddly, with bright eyes, a wet nose and a tail that wouldn't stop wagging when she'd visited the shelter.

"Stupid," she told herself as she drove toward the station, but she couldn't help but smile. She'd thought Roscoe would be some kind of protection, keep burglars at bay.

Yeah? Then why did you feel as if someone had been in your house last week, huh? Remember that premonition that something you couldn't describe had been changed at the town house? Where was Roscoe the guard dog then?

Of course, it had probably been nothing, just her case of nerves after interviewing Neil Freeman, yet another sicko who had let his eyes run all over her while she questioned him about his dead mother. Turned out the mother died of natural causes ... but his demeanor, his salacious turning of every answer into something sexual and the way he touched the tip of his tongue to his lips as he stared at her had really gotten to her. Which was probably just his intention. Twisted creep!

She told herself again that Freeman had not been in her house and that Roscoe would have let her know it if he had.

And how would he do that? Face it, Alvarez, you're becoming one of those kinds of pet owners. Inwardly, she cringed.

Damn it, she loved that dog and maybe, just maybe, Roscoe was just what she needed. She knew only that no matter what, she wasn't going to give him up.

Wheeling into the parking lot, she turned her thoughts to the weeks ahead. There was the Christmas party for the office, of course, and Joelle Fisher, the receptionist cum Christmas elf, had already decorated the department and started talking about the Secret Santa exchange that she always organized. Alvarez wasn't interested; she just knew that she'd pile on a lot of extra hours over the holidays. That was her Christmas tradition; let the people with families stay home.

It was just easier.

She locked the car, then half jogged through the falling snow to the back door of the building. Stomping the melting white fluff from her boots, she paused in the lunch room, frowned when she saw the coffee hadn't been made and reluctantly started a pot. Then found her favorite cup, heated water in the microwave and located the last bag of orange pekoe.

A pink box lay open on the table, a few picked-over cookies visible, but she ignored them for now. At this time of year, with Joelle in charge, there were certain to be fresh goodies arriving on the hour.

Unwrapping her scarf, she made her way to her desk, deposited her purse and sidearm, hung her jacket on a hook and started through her e-mail and messages, making sure all the reports were filed on one case, getting ready for a deposition on another and seeing if the autopsy report had come in on Len Bradshaw, a local farmer who died in a hunting accident. His friend, Martin Zwolski, had been with him, and while going through a barbed-wired fence, his weapon had gone off, shooting Len in the back and killing him dead.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from AFRAID TO DIE by LISA JACKSON Copyright © 2012 by Lisa Jackson LLC. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted February 22, 2012

    How do you write a review prior to it being released...

    Kind of hard to write a review when the book has not been released yet. Can't really comment on it as I do not have access to read it. You think the system would be set to not ask people who pre ordered something to write a review prior to reading.

    7 out of 49 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2012

    Mithos

    I feel ya

    2 out of 24 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2013

    Afraid to die

    I found this book to be of much better quslity than the other books in the Montana series. Though somewhat repetative, this book had a much better draw for the reader. The excitement of the books csptivating story line had me on the edge of my seat wanting to find the kilker myself. Very good book with an incredible tale of events.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 12, 2013

    Same song...different versr.  Well written but it is basically t

    Same song...different versr.  Well written but it is basically the same story that was told in the first book.  Even the sex scenes are boringly predictable.  This auther needs some new material.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2012

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    1 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 8, 2012

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    Good, But Not Great! Brought to you by OBS reviewer Heidi Sele

    Good, But Not Great!

    Brought to you by OBS reviewer Heidi

    Selena Alvarez and Regan Pescoli are back in Lisa Jackson’s newest installment of the To Die series, Afraid to Die. This time Selena’s past that she has worked so hard to bury is coming back to haunt her in the form of an old boyfriend and a son that she gave up for adoption. All the secrets Selena has tried so hard to keep from those around her in her ‘new’ life are slowly being revealed and the floodgates on her emotions she’s kept hidden inside are finally breaking open.

    Its Christmas time in Grizzly falls, which means another serial killer, is on the loose. This one is abducting women and freezing them to death. He then sculpts them into ice sculptures that he displays around town. And, strange enough each victim has been found with a piece of Selena’s stolen jewelry on them.

    Then, a teen on the run breaks into Selena’s house as she is coming home, followed by an old flame, Dylan O’Keefe, who is trying to catch him. Seeing Dylan brings back a lot of old memories that Selena would rather not remember, but that’s nothing compared to the emotions invoked by the young teen, Gabriel, who Selena is convinced is the son she gave up for adoption when she was 16 after being raped and impregnated by her cousin, Emillio. Now she’ll do anything to protect him. So when the killer gets his hands on Gabriel, she has no choice, but to act even though she knows it’s a trap.

    I’ve been waiting a couple of months to get my hands on this book. I was pretty disappointed with its predecessor, Born to Die, but was hoping it was just a fluke and that this installment would have the heart-pumping action I’ve come to expect from Lisa Jackson.

    I was sad that this book had a pretty slow start to it and I was really starting to feel the ‘here we go again’ vibes. I don’t even think the problem was that too much was going on, but more that the story was switching narrators so often that it was sometimes hard to determine what was going on in the beginning of the book. But not to worry, once the storyline was outlined and things started going good, they kept getting better. I ended up really enjoying the book and its suspenseful conclusion.

    One thing that I didn’t like was that the book never explained why the killer had a vendetta against Selena. Surely he wasn’t doing all of this over a chance meeting at a grocery store. He had worked for her for how many years after that as her handyman? That just doesn’t pan out for me, there has to be more to it, but it was never fully explained. (Cont)

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    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2012

    Nook sample

    Jac2848- did not like nook sample

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2012

    Very good book, just wish there was more detail to the back stor

    Very good book, just wish there was more detail to the back story and more of a connection between Selena and the killer. just wish there was more detail period. This book seemed rushed. Read all four books in this series and this one was not my favorite. It was good, but wasn't as detailed of a story as the first 3 were. Lisa Jackson is one of my favorite authou's and i hope she continues with this series, because there is a lot still left open.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2014

    Good

    Good read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2014

    No

    Do not bother reading this book. It is soooo boring I can't even finish it. Ouch...hate when I buy something like this. Way too many unimportant miscellaneous threads and little depth in the plot. Kat

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2014

    Fear: Chapter 2

    I get my monster info from Monsters and Mysterys in America, though i change some of it. Its a little hard for me to think up names btw. Idk why.)) "Demonton? Wheres that?" I asked. Raven cocked her head. "What do you mean, wheres that?" Ok, now i was really confused. "As in, what country?" I replied. Raven shook her head. "You must have hit your head when you were born. There are no countrys anymore. Everywhere is Demonton." I sighed. Was i in the future or something? There was a long moment of silence. "So, uh, why are all the houses like this? Ya'know, armed?" I asked, breaking the quiet like glass. Raven facepalmed. "Your more of an idiot than i thought. I dunno, maybe because of, lets see, everything?!" I was insulted for a second, but then i realized she had lived here for probably her entire life, and i was only here for a few minuetes. "Everything? Like what?" I asked. Raven rolled her eyes at me. "Like i said before, Wendigos, Hell Hounds, Shadow People, you name it." I had no idea what ANY of those were, but all of them sounded pretty terrifying. Suddenly there was a scratching noise near the back of the house. Before i could say a word, Raven pulled me upstairs. I decided not to ask why this time. There was a sinister cackling outside that sent a shiver down my spine. Raven and me finally arrived in a brightly lit room. A purple bed was pushed off to the side, making room for towering cabinets overflowing with papers. The walls were metal, like the rest of the house, makng the purple bed the only colorful thing in the room. She slammed the door behind us, and locked all 5 locks on the door. She looked scared. I asked her what that was. "Gnomes." She replied. I couldnt help but laugh. "Gnomes? Hahaha! Oh wow, thats soooo terrifying, Raven!" I laughed. She glared at me. "I'll be the one laughing when you get stolen by one!" I rolled my eyes. "Oh wow. Evil Gnomes! You're a laugh!" Raven gestured twords the window. "Be my guest. If you think they're so harmless, then take a look at one." I got up and walked over to the window, accepting her so called challenge. I peered down. A small humanoid creature with long, dirty, sharp nails was clawing at the metal walls. It was wearing a red hat, its goblin like ears sticking out. Its nose was crooked and warty, and the Gnomes cold brown eyes had an evil glint to them. His clothing was tarnished and tattered, with ripped sleeves. I backed away from the window. I heard the disgusting creature cackle even louder, indicating he saw me. I heard a thud down below. Then another one, but louder. I poked my head out the window. The Gnome was climbing up, making dents for his feet. Who knew they were that strong? I slammed the window closed, locking it. Raven had a smug look on her face. "Told ya." Her smirk quickly evaporated at there was a banging on the window, the Gnomes wicked cackling louder than ever.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 13, 2013

    Lend

    Can you lend it to me plezzzzzzzzz

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 4, 2013

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    Wow, Barnes and Noble does a horrible job (or just ignores) of m

    Wow, Barnes and Noble does a horrible job (or just ignores) of making sure the reviews are worth people's viewing. One of the things that I find annoying is that even the "most helpful favorable review" is garbage on this book. Come on, "I feel ya" was the most helpful???? Okay..... Oh, and maybe if they wouldn't allow so many "characters" people wouldn't be writing "essays" instead of letting people enjoy the book themselves.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2013

    Although it took me longer to read

    Although it took me longer to read than the 1st 3 books in the series because life got in the way, I actually enjoyed the read more than the others. They are all off the edge of reality, but this seemed just enough less contrived than the others to keep my interest going. I'd thought about abandoning reading the others, but not this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2013

    Not her best

    Used to be a fan of lisa jackson books. The last couple, including afraid of the dark, left a lot to be desired. Dont believe ill be reading anymore of her works.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 19, 2013

    ?...

    ?

    0 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2013

    Shadowtalon

    Why is freeze acting like this?

    0 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2013

    Freeze

    Im back.... im sorry....

    0 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2013

    Lily

    IDK?!

    0 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2012

    Awsome

    Keep you reading

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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