Sinister

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New York Times bestselling authors Lisa Jackson, Nancy Bush, and Rosalind Noonan unite their talents in this riveting novel of family secrets, obsession, and murder…

A Killer's Patience

Twenty years ago, a fire ravaged the Dillinger family's old homestead, killing Judd Dillinger and crippling his girlfriend. Most people blamed a serial arsonist who'd been seen around town. ...

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Overview

New York Times bestselling authors Lisa Jackson, Nancy Bush, and Rosalind Noonan unite their talents in this riveting novel of family secrets, obsession, and murder…

A Killer's Patience

Twenty years ago, a fire ravaged the Dillinger family's old homestead, killing Judd Dillinger and crippling his girlfriend. Most people blamed a serial arsonist who'd been seen around town. But strange things are happening in Prairie Creek, Wyoming, again.

Will Be Rewarded

Ira Dillinger, the family's wealthy patriarch, has summoned his children home for his upcoming wedding. Eldest son, Colton, and his siblings don't approve of their father's gold-digging bride-to-be. But someone is making his displeasure felt in terrifying ways, setting fires just like in the past. Only this time, there will be no survivors.

In Blood

As fear and distrust spread through Prairie Creek, soon all the Dillingers, and those closest to them, are targets—and suspects. A killer has been honing his skill, feeding his fury, and waiting for the moment when the Dillingers come home—to die…

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781420125788
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 11/26/2013
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 81,272
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Lisa Jackson
Lisa Jackson is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than seventy-five novels, including Afraid to Die, You Don’t Want to Know, Running Scared, Without Mercy, Malice, and Shiver. She has over twenty million copies of her books in print in nineteen languages. She lives with her family and a rambunctious pug in the Pacific Northwest. Readers can visit her website at www.lisajackson.com, become her friend on Facebook, and check out her blog at http://lisajacksonauthor.blogspot.com.
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Sinister


By Lisa Jackson, NANCY BUSH, ROSALIND NOONAN

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2013 Lisa Jackson, LLC, Nancy Bush, and Rosalind Noonan
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4201-2578-8


CHAPTER 1

God, it was cold. As in hovering just under freezing. But then, what could you expect in western Wyoming in the dead of winter? Amber's thoughts swirled like the snow coming down in front of her headlights, thousands of tiny flakes dancing in the twin beams that cut through the rugged countryside.

Man, this place was a black hole, but according to her GPS, there was a town in the valley ahead somewhere. Less than five miles, thank God, and hopefully she would find a twenty-four-hour service station to take a break and fill up. Her gas gauge still showed a quarter tank, but you had to be careful out here in the middle of nowhere. Miles of nothing but darkness—that was her impression of Wyoming. Amber hated the feeling of isolation; it made her nervous as hell.

Then again, everything made her nervous these days, not the least of all being Robert's parents. She'd met them once before, of course, during the summer, and they'd traded a few barbs. But this time, a visit of three freakin' days with the whole family in attendance for Thanksgiving, Frankie and Philip Petrocelli had been at each other's throats. From the moment Phil had sliced into the turkey incorrectly until midnight, when Frankie had stumbled on the stairs from "one too many" Manhattans, they'd shown their absolute abhorrence for each other.

And to think she was considering marrying into that bunch of lunatics. "Smarten up," she said, glancing in her rearview mirror. Robert was usually such a sweetie, the exact opposite of his bitter, venomous parents. But this visit had shown her a different side of her fiancé. For most of her stay, he had withdrawn to a near zombielike state in the wake of his parents' vitriol. Really, the only time he'd snapped out of his daze had been when his ex-girlfriend Joy "happened" to drop in. Only Joy had been able to pull him out of his dark shell.

Although she had planned to stay till Monday and drive back with Robert, when Robert's parents had started arguing again over something at lunchtime, she'd been glad to zip up her suitcase and tell those crazy Petrocellis adios, sayonara, au revoir and good riddance.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," she said aloud as she fumbled with the radio's dial. She found a station but could barely hear Adele's voice over the static, so she switched it off, only making her already bad mood worse.

Maybe she should rethink the whole "till death do us part" thing. Maybe her whole future with Robert wasn't meant to be. The story of her life. In all of her twenty-six years not one man had turned out to be even near "the one."

While her high school and college friends were busy planning weddings and putting the final touches on their nurseries, here she was, contemplating breaking up with the only guy who had ever seriously talked about marriage.

"Big deal," she said sourly as she squinted through the windshield. Already Robert was mad at her for cutting out early. She didn't know if she could patch things over, and she didn't know if she really cared to.

The glass was beginning to fog despite the struggling heater that barely warmed the interior of the car. These mountains were ghastly cold—a no-man's-land.

Reaching across the seat to her purse, she fumbled for her pack of cigarettes and found there was only one left. Great. Though she had sworn she would quit, another one of Robert's ideas, she didn't plan to put an end to her nicotine habit until New Year's Day. That gave her the next six weeks to enjoy smoking as much as she wanted. Then at the stroke of midnight, she would quit cold turkey.

As she saw the neon sign for a diner come into view, she lit up and even dared crack the window just a smidgen so that the smoke could get sucked out. Not enough to put her hand outside, not in this cold, but just enough space to keep the smoke from filling up the car.

God, she missed California. Another fifteen hours to go to reach Sacramento, depending on the weather and road conditions and how long she could stand it. She'd come a long way from Billings already, over the Montana state line and clear across the state of Wyoming. She wondered how much longer she'd be in this big-ass state.

As she signaled to turn off the highway, she saw that the diner was also a bar. Big Bart's restaurant also housed the Buffalo Lounge, where one could hear live music every Saturday night, according to the backlit sign posted high overhead.

Finally! The night was starting to hold some promise!

Instead of getting a hot cup of coffee and a hamburger, she decided she'd splurge and order a drink ... oooh, maybe even an Irish coffee. Yeah, that sounded good. With whipped cream and, if she could talk the bartender into it, a drizzle of crème de menthe for the holidays. Mmmmm.

Her stomach rumbled in anticipation as she pulled into the near-empty lot of the roadside establishment. She hit a pothole disguised by a layer of snow and it jarred the car, probably nearly taking out the front axle of her fifteen-year-old Honda in the process.

"Shit!" she muttered under her breath. Fortunately the Civic was tough and had made it through more than its share of abuse in the four years her brother had driven it before selling the little sedan to her.

Grabbing her purse, she slid outside, locked the door, then braved the snow to reach the double glass doors framed by a half-lit string of Christmas lights. Oh, yeah. Right. Merry effin' Christmas!

As she stepped inside, a wall of heat hit her head-on. At last. She hoped to thaw her toes before starting back out again. The hallway led to a landing, and then split. Amber paused to check her reflection in the mirror at the landing. Even though her eyes were a little tired and puffy, her black hair, with its blue tint henna, shone in the dim light. Fabulous. It was worth every penny Andre had charged. Turning away from the well-lit dining area, she headed toward the lounge, where the sound of country-western music bounced against the walls.

She took an empty seat at the end of the bar and ordered her Irish coffee from a tall, thin bartender with a gold tooth that glimmered when he smiled.

"ID?" he asked.

Amber sighed as she rummaged through her purse, annoyed that she kept getting carded when she was so over twenty-one. Locating her driver's license, she thrust it over to the bartender.

"One Irish coffee comin' your way, Amber." He winked at her as he handed it back over, which only aggravated her further.

As she waited for her drink, she noticed there were two other patrons at the bar, and a few couples at the tables sprinkled around a small dance floor located in front of a stage. Apparently, she had missed the Saturday-night crowd. If there had been a band, it was long-gone, the stage empty, aside from a couple of mics shoved toward the back wall.

The drink came with the requested green drizzle and a complimentary if pathetic Irish accent from the gold-toothed barkeep. "Here ye be, missy!"

Amber perused a bar menu, half listening to a Randy Travis ballad that oozed through hidden speakers. As she sipped her drink, the tension in her shoulders and neck muscles eased up, and she decided to give herself a break. To hell with her diet. So what if she needed to drop five pounds? It wasn't as if she was going to try and squeeze into a wedding dress anytime soon. So thinking, she ordered chicken strips and fries then finished her drink.

Nearby, a group that had been drinking beer scraped back their chairs, then took up pool cues at the billiards table near the far wall.

Pool balls began clicking loudly, the two couples laughing, bantering and placing bets as an upbeat country tune she didn't recognize filled the room. Her toes had stopped tingling as her order came and she dipped a greasy fry into a paper cup of ranch dressing. Yep, her blood had begun flowing again. When the bartender asked her if she'd like another drink, she nodded. She was already feeling the effects of the first, but that would change once the food hit.

For the first time she noticed the guy at the corner of the L-shaped bar. A cowboy from the looks of him. Wearing a black Stetson dipped low over his forehead. He was a big guy, tall with broad shoulders. Just her type. She'd always liked tall guys, something she'd never mentioned to Robert, who was only a few inches taller than she was. But this cowboy? Yup. Hmmmm.

He'd been staring at her, not directly, but through the mirror behind the bar. When she met his gaze in the reflective glass, he looked away quickly, but only for an instant. Then he was back again, his eyes intent. He smiled slightly, lifted his glass and took a big swallow from his beer.

She did, too. It wasn't really flirting, just an unspoken "hi" to a fellow patron of the good old Buffalo Lounge. Along with his Stetson, he was wearing a heavy jacket and jeans, which seemed to be the uniform of all the male patrons around these parts.

Don't do it, Amber. Don't toy with a man you don't know. Think of Robert, and for God's sake, be careful. So he's hot. So what? Be smart. For once in your life, don't do something just for the hell of it, for the adventure. You know it's never worth it.

She exchanged a few more glances as she delved into her second drink. A few minutes later, she caught his eyes on her again. He touched the tip of his hat, then left a few bills on the bar and slid off his stool. With one last look, direct this time, not through the glass, he nodded, as if acknowledging their silent conversation, then headed toward the back of the building, either to hit the bathrooms or take the rear exit.

Dang. A part of her felt ridiculously disappointed as she watched him disappear into a darkened hallway. Maybe she was being stupid. The Irish whiskey had muddled her brain a bit and the best thing she could do was get over it. After all, she was unofficially engaged (no ring, mind you) to Robert, and when he returned to Sacramento she was going to have it out with him. Either there was a sizeable diamond under the tree this year or he was getting a big kick in the backside on New Year's Day. Cigarettes weren't the only thing she'd be giving up for her New Year's resolution. She was swearing off loser men who couldn't commit.

Leaving half of her overcooked chicken strips in the basket with a few fries, she accepted a third drink from the bartender. She nursed it, along with a glass of water, for another half hour. By the time she paid her bill, Amber's head was a little fuzzy. Hmm. Maybe she wasn't in the best shape for driving ... but she couldn't stay here.

Even though the roads were pretty much empty at this time of night, she knew she couldn't make it to Sacramento. Even Salt Lake City would be a stretch. Elbow on the bar, she rested her head on her fist, sorting her weary thoughts.

Find a motel—that was the only option.

Gathering her purse and zipping her jacket, she decided she'd just drive a little farther down the road and stop at the first motel she came to. She could flop for the night. In the morning, she would set out fresh and make it all the way to Sacramento.

"Sounds like a plan," she said as she walked through the frigid night toward her car. Clouds covered the moon and snow was still falling, drifting against the buildings. Shivering, she made her way to her Honda, then stopped short. Her front end was listing badly. The tire she'd hit on the pothole earlier had totally deflated.

"Crap!" she muttered under her breath, her heart sinking. She didn't have Triple A, and though her father had taught her how to change a tire back when she'd learned to drive, she wasn't sure that her spare was functional or if she had a jack or whatever the hell it was she needed to change the flat.

Now what?

She could go inside, ask for help, or take a cab to ... where? Shit. Whether she liked it or not, she'd have to depend on the kindness of strangers. The bitter wind that roared through the valley cut through her coat and stung her eyes. No one would last out here for long.

"Need help?" a rough voice asked.

She turned to find the guy in the black Stetson walking across the parking lot.

Relief swept across her worried mind. "It's my tire. Flat as a pancake."

"Let me take a look." He walked to the driver's side and crouched down near the front wheel well. "Yep. It's bad. See here?" He pointed to the tire and moved back, so she could see the damage. Though she really didn't need to lean down to see the damage, she did it just to appease him.

Wasn't it funny how some things just worked out? That the tall cowboy from the bar would turn out to be her savior, her Good Samaritan—maybe a friend and a lover if things developed right. You couldn't fight destiny.

"Doesn't look like I can drive—" Her eyes were trained on the wheel when he moved sharply, startling her.

Before she could get away, he yanked her body hard against his.

"Hey!" she said, half-scared, half-intrigued, until he shoved something over her mouth, his hand thickened by a leather glove that muffled her cry.

Panic shot through her. What the hell was going on?

Her mind raced through all the horrible stories she'd heard about rapes and abductions. Oh, no! Not her. She had to stop him. Someone had to stop him ... someone leaving the bar ...

She struggled in his arms, kicking against his legs, but he was unflinching. A tall pillar of a man.

"Be a good girl, and you won't get hurt," he whispered into her ear, his voice sizzling with malice.

Oh, Jesus. Talk some sense into him. Stand tough! Wasn't that how you were supposed to deal with a potential rapist?

Her gaze combed the parking lot and the building, willing the door to open and someone to rush to her rescue. Please ... open that door!

She felt him shift, one of his hands lifting, and she used that moment to kick and writhe and try to beat him off. She bit hard on the glove, tasting dust and dirt and old suede.

He didn't so much as flinch.

She threw her weight against him, and his rumbling laugh, deep and throaty, convinced her that her struggles were useless.

Think, Amber. Somehow you have to outwit this son of a bitch!

In the slight pause she saw the knife in his free hand. The long, sharp blade glinting in the weak glow of a security lamp. Oh, dear God ...

This time, when she tried to jerk away, he lifted her off her feet and dragged her, wiggling and twisting, to a dank patch of snow behind the Dumpster. No one from the bar would see them back here. No one!

"Let me go!" Her words were muted by his hand, but in the next second—a dark spiral of hope—she gasped as he flung her down.

Free!

It was her last clear thought before her head hit the frozen ground, sending an explosion crackling through her vision. Pain and fear shot into her system, but through the misery something called to her.

Get up! Escape! Now!

Her head ached and her bones felt heavy as she tried to pull herself onto her feet. Confused, she thought she might get away ... but when she opened her eyes, he was on top of her, a heavy weight crushing her chest, pressing into her throat.

"I said, be good!"

In the weak light, she could only make out the glint in his eyes. A sickening glimmer of pure evil that chilled her very soul.

"You're hurting me," she croaked out. "Why are you hurting me?"

His voice was a knowing whisper as his lips curled into a cold grin. "Practice makes perfect."

Then he lifted the knife again. And in that last fragile instant, while snowflakes fell around her and the faint hum of music from inside the bar reached her ears, Amber Barstow realized she would never make it home to California.


Standing outside the entrance to the cave, the killer watched snow fall on the valley below. From up here, through the haze of white, it was possible to see the river, a dark snake winding toward the smattering of lights, hundreds of bulbs illuminating the snow-blanketed streets of Prairie Creek, Wyoming.

A night owl screeched, and then there was quiet.

He wiped the blood from the blade of his knife on his worn jeans and thought about what the future would bring. As he cleaned the sharp steel, a ghost of a smile crawled across his lips and the pleasant hiss of anticipation buzzed in his ears.
(Continues...)


Excerpted from Sinister by Lisa Jackson, NANCY BUSH, ROSALIND NOONAN. Copyright © 2013 Lisa Jackson, LLC, Nancy Bush, and Rosalind Noonan. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP..
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  • Posted November 27, 2013

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    My rating: 3 of 5¿¿ When Dillinger family patriarch, Ira dec

    My rating: 3 of 5¿¿




    When Dillinger family patriarch, Ira decides to get married, he is determined to have his children by his side. None of them are particularly pleased with the upcoming nuptials, since their mother just passed away less than a year ago, and they are in no hurry to flock back home to welcome a gold digging much younger woman to the family. Being a master in manipulation, it doesn't take Ira long to get his way and one by one all kids end up coming home to face their father, his new bride and some unfinished business most thought they had left behind.




    Two decades ago an unsolved fire burned down the old homestead on Dillinger land and trapped Ira's brother, Judd and his mistress. Judd died in the fire and Colton, Ira's oldest son, had been able to just pull out Judd's badly injured mistress. Although there was never any proof, some suspected that one of the  neighbouring Kincaids may have been behind it, but it was written off as the work of a transient. 




    With preparations for the wedding in full swing, some disturbing discoveries and unexplained fires bring memories and questions around the twenty year old blaze back to the surface and raises old and new suspicions. With everyone back in town for the big event, the speculation is running rampant, but one thing is clear; someone is determined to hurt the Dillingers.




    ****




    A complex and wildly woven plot makes for an intensely suspenseful read!!




    The balance in this book teeters far more to the suspense side than it does to the romance side, in that the romantic story lines are not explored, they almost occur as a side line and without much dialogue. The focus is and remains on the mystery side of the story throughout all three major parts of the book, each written by a different author. 




    The characters were plentiful and varied. At times I felt there were too many names and connections to keep straight along with a rather involved backstory to get the gist of. And that backstory was important, if not where everything started, it was where everything started to turn for the Dillinger family, and not only for Ira.




    The fire was a pivotal point in a few of the Dillinger children's lives as well. Colton was a little too close to the tragedy, having been right there, and he needed to get away from home, leaving his family and his girlfriend behind to sew some wild oats. Delilah left after the fire that lead to finding out her secret lover had cheated on her, and since she had aspired to be an actress, she headed for California. Ricki had taken off for the big city, pursuing her dream of joining law enforcement and getting over a childhood crush. 
    All three end up coming back to find themselves reconnecting with people not quite forgotten and feelings still alive under the surface.




    The family dynamics are interesting to observe. Ira as family dictator and manipulator, a general intolerant nature, nurturing the ongoing feud with the Kincaids and more concerned with the status and appearance of a complete and gathered family than the experience of one. The siblings, at least the three main ones we get to know a little better, get along well and seem to have their father's number. The two other siblings, a married brother, who we only see briefly, and a younger sister, who also only has a minor appearance, hardly factor into the story. This is something I don't really understand......why not?? Are there more books coming about this family?? Especially the brother with his more than shaky marriage, why write that in if it didn't fit into the story somehow?? Right now, it only feels like a loose end. There is also talk about uncles and aunts and cousins, who really don't come back into play until the last few pages, except to say that Ira specifically does not want them at the wedding..... I haven't found any clear explanation  as to why that was?? 




    Yes, I was left with a few questions, or loose ends I wasn't able to tie up or answer after finishing this book. I don't know whether that was because I missed something in the huge number of facts that needed to be processed or whether it was just missing. Or, like I said! there may be more books coming that will help unravel this very entangled story.




    The writing itself was great! The transitions from one author to the next near impossible to detect, they were so smooth and in no way interrupted the flow of the story. I was unable to put the book down, so poised for the next twist or turn the story would take. 




    It did make for very thrilling reading, because if anything, it was spine-tingling!!!




    ¿A hair-raising, compound and compelling story of family ties!¿




    **ARC provided by NetGalley and Zebra Books in return for an honest review.**

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2014

    Great read!

    I really enjoyed reading this book! The combined writings of three authors gave a little different twist in the story. I hope they will write together again!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2014

    Recommend

    interesting style with different sections written by different authors but the book flowed well.

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  • Posted February 3, 2014

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    Sinister by Lisa Jackson,Nancy Bush, Rosalind Noonan  is a thoro

    Sinister by Lisa Jackson,Nancy Bush, Rosalind Noonan  is a thoroughly enjoyable book. Not only is it a romance story but it is full of suspense as well. I love the way the three authors came together for this book. "The romance, the investigation, the dysfunctional of the two rival families, the Dillinger's and the Kincaid's was described with no hiccups. You would not have even known that it was three different authors. Lisa Jackson does a great job capturing the feel of small town Wyoming and everyone from the townspeople to the crooked fireman are genuinely portrayed and add to the flavor of the book. There is never a dull moment in Prairie Creek, Wyoming once the Dillenger's get together.




    I have been reading Lisa Jackson for several years now. I started reading her back when she was writing mainly romance novels. Then she went into the suspense genre and got even better. I love her books so much that I read everything she writes.You will not be able to put this book down.




    Romantic suspense readers will loudly speak praise for Lisa Jackson, Nancy Bush and Rosalind Noonan thriller. The tension builds higher and higher until the story line seems ready to explode. The characters are an interesting cast who struggle to overcome mistrust, tragedy and separation. Ms.Jackson, Ms.Bush and Ms.Noonan has written a terrific tale that will garner them many new readers.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2014

    Jade to Jake

    What happened...?

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 31, 2014

    Just Okay

    I found this book too formulaic for my taste. I am listening to another of her books and they are just too similar, even to the same intiials for the protagonists!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2014

    Good read

    One of those rare books that you couldnt put down.

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  • Posted January 24, 2014

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    Reviewed by Karen Pirnot for Readers' Favorite Sinister is a fa

    Reviewed by Karen Pirnot for Readers' Favorite

    Sinister is a fascinating suspense novel written by three authors - Lisa Jackson, Nancy Bush and Rosalind Noonan. Jackson and Bush are sisters and their like minds are apparent in the fluid nature of the plot which is written in three sections by the three different authors. Noonan doesn't miss a beat as she puts in her two cents worth right between the sister team. The Dillinger family has been feuding with the Kincaids for as long as the current generation can remember. But things are about to change as the Kincaid elders, Major and Georgina, need to decide how to keep the Kincaid ranch from bankruptcy. One by one, the Dillinger children return to the family ranch in Prairie Creek, Wyoming, and as soon as they're gathered, disastrous things begin to happen. In the midst of a planned wedding, part of the homestead is burned and the bride-to-be is singled out for an ungodly fate. Daughter Rikki Dillinger decides to step into a position of authority as a deputy while her sisters all assume a part to play in solving the mysteries surrounding the family. Death, arson, love and fate all play heavy roles in bringing the novel to the height of suspense.

    I was initially skeptical of the three-author potential of this book.  But any fears I had were immediately put to rest as I realized the story was flowing so consistently that it appeared to be a single-author novel. The characters were delightful and appropriately scary, narcissistic, and odd. In the line of true suspense novels, this one is a reader's delight!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2014

    Highly recommended

    Enjoyed the book very much--it is a page turner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2014

    Love Lisa and her books. Once I start one, I can't lay it back

    Love Lisa and her books. Once I start one, I can't lay it back down. Gets me from the get-go. The To Die series it To Die For. :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2013

    Sinister IS Sinister

    These 3 author's put together a great Sinister thriller.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 20, 2013

    recommended

    interesting, need to keep reading, some parts where hard to follow when changing writers for awhile.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 20, 2013

    Lisa Jackson never disappoints.

    Kept reading - couldn't stop.

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  • Posted December 13, 2013

    I applaud authors that take chances, and in this case we have th

    I applaud authors that take chances, and in this case we have three authors that have decided to color outside the lines. Rosalind Noonan and sisters Lisa Jackson and Nancy Bush took collaboration to a whole new level by dividing SINISTER into parts and then each author seized a particular section(s) and made it her own. While author collaboration is not a new concept in the writing universe, this particular brand of teamwork has not been seen by these eyes, or if I did see it, I lived in a world of blissful ignorance (which can be a perfectly acceptable playground if you’re so inclined).

    But that’s where my applause ends, and the criticism begins. If you’re going to trip and fall and possibly end up doing a face plant on an icy patch of sidewalk, you should at least do it in style. While these three ladies have earned style points on collaboration originality and character voice consistency, the style points ended as this romantic suspense novel took hold. The dialogue felt forced and sometimes trite; the romance was packaged a little too well and wrapped in a secondhand bow; the suspense needed an anticipation injection along with a tad more unease; and there were scenes where the moments felt erratic and jerky, because of the choice of viewpoint character.

    While Ira, Hunter, and Sam certainly had personality, Renee, Ricki, Sabrina, and Delilah proved more fleshed out than their male counterparts. And I had trouble identifying with and getting behind any particular character, and not just because I’ve never been to Wyoming and have very limited experience with barns and horses and farms.

    So, yeah, I’d been excited to see this one come, but in the end, I was rather glad to see this one go.

    I received this book for free through NetGalley.

    Robert Downs
    Author of Falling Immortality: Casey Holden, Private Investigator

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2013

    Jade

    I just did

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2013

    Jake to jade

    Call me pls

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