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Those Girls: A Novel

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by Chevy Stevens
     
 

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“If you are looking for a riveting mix of survival, redemption and sheer terror, Those Girls is not to be missed.” –Bookreporter

Life has never been easy for the three Campbell sisters. Jess, Courtney, and Dani live on a remote ranch in western Canada where they work hard and try to stay out of the way of their father's

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“If you are looking for a riveting mix of survival, redemption and sheer terror, Those Girls is not to be missed.” –Bookreporter

Life has never been easy for the three Campbell sisters. Jess, Courtney, and Dani live on a remote ranch in western Canada where they work hard and try to stay out of the way of their father's temper. One night, a fight gets out of hand and the sisters are forced to go on the run, only to get caught in an even worse nightmare when their truck breaks down in a small town. As events spiral out of control, they find themselves in a horrifying situation and are left with no choice but to change their names and create new lives.

Eighteen years later, they are still trying to forget what happened that summer. But when one of the sisters goes missing, followed closely by her niece, they are pulled back into the past. And this time there's nowhere left to run.

With Those Girls Chevy Stevens presents her most visceral thriller yet: an unforgettable portrait of desperation, loyalty, and evil. A story of survival…and revenge.

"Such an engrossing, suspenseful tale … Highly recommended for fans of the genre who relish nail-biting suspense as well as stories about the endurance of family and the human spirit.” –Library Journal (starred)

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Praise for Those Girls

"Tense, believable, and action-packed, made more vibrant by Stevens' sense of place." –Kirkus Reviews

“Stevens skillfully builds suspense…this fast-paced nail-biter will keep readers up late—and may evoke a few tears.” –Publishers Weekly

“Stevens’ fifth novel has echoes of her blockbuster debut (Still Missing, 2010)…For the author’s following or for those who like a frothy mix of suspense and melodrama.” –Booklist

“Hold on tight. This is a terrifying and terrific book.” –Fort Worth Star-Telegram

“If you are looking for a riveting mix of survival, redemption and sheer terror, Those Girls is not to be missed.” –Bookreporter

“A pulse-pounding thriller.” –Bookpage

Praise for That Night:

“Fast-paced and thought-provoking, That Night is a taut psychological thriller which skillfully explores bullying in its most terrifying forms. From the high school parking lot to the prison yard to a family’s own living room, That Night shows just how fast those closest to us can become our most brutal enemies.” –Kimberly McCreight, New York Times bestselling author of Reconstructing Amelia

"Intense and disturbing - a terrific psychological thriller." –Lee Child

“Chevy Stevens has done it again, crafting a story fraught with suspense that weaves back and forth through time and keeps you guessing. A gripping tale of secrets, betrayal, heartbreak, and ultimately, redemption, That Night is an emotional rollercoaster you’ll be sorry to get off of when you finish the last page.” –Jennifer McMahon, New York Times Bestselling author of The One I Left Behind

“The writing is crisp and the dialogue realistic… Stevens has woven a warped psychological drama, a melancholy tale that comes to an existential and yet hopeful conclusion.” –Kirkus

“A compelling, exceptional read.” –Library Journal (starred review)

“Riveting…an exciting page-turner with an incisive twist.” –Publishers Weekly

“Stevens continues to captivate.” –RT Book Reviews (four stars)

Praise for Always Watching:

"In Always Watching, Chevy Stevens begins with a shivery premise — a family ensnared by a religious cult led by a madman. Stevens lights that fuse and lets it burn all the way to an explosive ending. A chilling, compelling read." –William Landay, author of Defending Jacob

"Always Watching is a riveting examination of the power of childhood secrets over our past and our present selves. I couldn't put it down." –Alafair Burke, author of If You Were Here

"Chevy Stevens is in top form. Always Watching is a tense and twisty exploration of dark memories, hidden pasts, and a place that seems like heaven but might be hell. This is a deep and exciting novel, as unsettling as it is gripping." –Lisa Unger, author of Heartbroken

“Haunting and harrowing, Always Watching is a stunner, offering not only consuming suspense but also a moving tale of mothers and daughters, the lingering echoes of the past that never stop reverberating.” –Megan Abbott, author of Dare Me

“A fantastic, heart-pounding thriller that pulls you in from the first page. I loved it!” –Lisa Jackson, author of You Don’t Want to Know

"Always Watching grabbed me from page one. Its story of power, murder, and family secrets is seductive and sinister. Dr. Nadine Lavoie is a tenacious, compassionate heroine." –Meg Gardiner, author of Ransom River

“Taut and riveting, Always Watching follows the fault line between a person’s past and present — and the terror and turmoil that can pull a life apart when they collide with the force of an earthquake. Chevy Stevens’ suspenseful, twisted story kept me up late into the night, frantically turning pages with white-knuckled fingers.” –Hilary Davidson, author of The Next One to Fall

“Chevy Stevens intelligently and relentlessly pulls the reader deeper into a nightmarish world while compelling you to read just one more page…” –Rosamund Lupton, author of Sister

“A harrowing tale of manipulation that got under my skin by the end of the first chapter…” --Linwood Barclay, author of Trust Your Eyes

Praise for Never Knowing:

"Block off the weekend, grab a comfy seat and prepare for the rocket ride of your life! Never Knowing will consume you with the desire to read every page, gasp at every twist and know every last secret between one woman and her serial killer father." —Lisa Gardener, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Love You More

"Never Knowing is a chilling thriller with enough twists and turns so every time I thought I knew where it was going I was taken somewhere else. I have a feeling that Chevy Stevens is an author who is going to keep getting better and better with each book! I hope I'm still around for the next six -- at which point she'll probably give me a heart attack. But what a great way to go out!" –Lois Duncan, author of I Know What You Did Last Summer.

“A terrifying, chilling scenario that unfolds into a nightmare and had me keeping the light on at night.” –Rosamund Lupton, bestselling author of Sister

"Stevens takes us on a wild ride in this action-packed book." –The Globe and Mail

"Stevens's unnerving stand-alone thriller about a woman's search for her birth parents matches the intensity of her impressive debut.... the skillful storytelling never flags." –Publishers Weekly

"As finely calculated in its escalating suspense as Stevens’ grueling debut." –Kirkus Reviews

"Stevens’ second novel is a knockout, starting strong and finishing even stronger." –RT Book Reviews

"The action is non-stop and the story flows without a bump." –Seattle Post Intelligencer

Publishers Weekly
04/06/2015
At the start of this gripping thriller from bestseller Stevens (That Night), the three teenage Campbell sisters flee their rural Canadian home in the summer of 1997 after the youngest, Jess, kills their widower father, an abusive alcoholic. When the sisters’ truck breaks down near a town called Cash Creek, they encounter Brian and Gavin Luxton, sadistic scions of a local ranching family, who rape and torture them for five days until the girls escape. Eighteen years later, the Campbells live under different names in Vancouver, but the past still haunts them. When Crystal, the middle sister, experiences a troubling flashback, she decides to return to Cash Creek to kill the Luxton brothers. Stevens skillfully builds suspense, but often draws characters with broad strokes, sacrificing depth for pacing, and a few niggling details (such as the timing of Brian’s marriage) remain unexplained. Despite its flaws, this fast-paced nail-biter will keep readers up late—and may evoke a few tears. Announced first printing of 150,000. Agent: Mel Berger, William Morris Agency. (July)
Library Journal
★ 03/15/2015
The bond between sisters runs deep, especially when murder is involved. Teenage siblings Dani, Courtney, and Jess are trying to eke out some happiness in their lives. Living in an isolated farmhouse, they anxiously await the return of their abusive and alcoholic father, who has been away for a month working on an oil rig. The homecoming is worse than they anticipated; when their father learns Courtney is having sex with a married man, he burns her face with a hot frying pan and then attempts to drown her. Dani and Jess try to intervene until Jess shoots him dead. Panicked and fearing another trip to foster care, or to prison, the sisters dispose of the body and flee. They're out of the proverbial frying pan and unknowingly running straight into the fire. VERDICT Stevens's fourth thriller (after That Night) weaves such an engrossing, suspenseful tale that readers will wish they could warn the protagonists of the dangers that lie ahead. Highly recommended for fans of the genre who relish nail-biting suspense as well as stories about the endurance of family and the human spirit.—Susan Moritz, Silver Spring, MD
Kirkus Reviews
2015-04-15
It was a British Columbia summer, "so hot you couldn't walk outside without feeling your skin cook," when 14-year-old Jess killed her father. It was a fitting response to multiple abuses. This time, home from the Alberta oil fields and drunk, he attempted to drown Jess' older sister Courtney in a toilet. Dani, oldest of the Campbell girls, took charge. The sisters buried the body in a hog pen and set off for Vancouver, running out of money in the worst possible place—Cash Creek. Gavin and Brian, two boys from a nearby ranch, offered work, but that was a ruse. Brian, while amoral, is the lesser villain, but Gavin, danger "rolled off him in waves, a dark and cold energy," is a fearsome psychopath. The sisters are held prisoner, tortured, and raped. There's a fight. The girls escape. No police, because of the father's death, but Allen, an ex-con bar owner with a pay-it-forward mindset, helps the sisters get to Vancouver. Jess narrates this story, with anger, confusion, and regret over the shooting spilling out. In Vancouver, a friend of Allen's helps with new identities for the sisters—they're now called Dallas, Jamie, and Crystal. Then Jess/Jamie turns up pregnant, and there's a moving portrayal of the elemental connection between mother and a child in womb. Seventeen years later, the novel's second half unfolds from daughter Skylar's, point of view, its violent climax triggered when Skylar's curiosity sends the always-unstable Courtney/Crystal to seek revenge at Cash Creek. Thinking "I was the reason she decided to take off," Skylar follows. There, "betrayed, angry, scared, ashamed, and terrified," Skylar makes a surprising discovery. Tense, believable, and action-packed, made more vibrant by Stevens' sense of place.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781250091932
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
06/14/2016
Pages:
400
Sales rank:
24,024
Product dimensions:
5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d)

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Those Girls


By Chevy Stevens

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2015 Chevy Stevens Holdings Ltd.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-03459-5


CHAPTER 1

JULY 1997

We'd only been on the road for an hour but we were almost out of gas. The white line of the highway blurred in front of my eyes, my lids drooping. It was three in the morning and we'd barely slept for days. Dani was driving, her face pale, her long dirty-blond hair pulled under a baseball cap and out the back in a makeshift ponytail, her eyes staring straight ahead. Her name was Danielle, but we just called her Dani. The oldest at almost eighteen, she was the only one who had her license. She'd barely said a word since we left Littlefield.

On my right, Courtney was also staring out the window. When her favorite country song, "Wide Open Spaces" by the Dixie Chicks, came on the radio, she turned it off, then stared back out into the dark night. She brushed at her cheeks and I could tell she was crying. I gave her hand a squeeze, and she gripped it back. Her hair was down, one side pushed forward, trying to hide the burn that had left an angry red mark along her jawline.

None of us had ever traveled this far from home before. We'd found a map at the hardware store — Dani had stolen it while Courtney and I kept watch — and carefully planned our route to Vancouver. We figured we could make the drive in about eight hours if the truck held up. But we had to stop in Cash Creek first and borrow some money from one of Courtney's old boyfriends.

It was the middle of July and so hot you couldn't walk outside without feeling your skin cook. We were golden brown, freckles covering our faces and upper arms — a family trait. Forest fire warnings had been out for a month, and a few towns had already been evacuated. Everything was dried out, the fields pale yellow, the weeds in the ditches covered in gray dust. We were in jeans shorts and T-shirts, our skin sweaty even this late at night, and the air smelled hot.

I touched the camera hanging around my neck. My mom had given it to me when I was ten, just before she died. Dani hated it when I took her photo, but Courtney loved it — used to love it. I didn't know now. I glanced over at her again, then down at my chewed nails. Sometimes I imagined that I could still see the blood under them, as if it had soaked into my skin like it had our floors.

"We're going to need gas soon," Dani said suddenly, making me jump.

Courtney turned back from the window. "How much money do we have?"

"Not enough." Before we left town we'd siphoned a little gas from a neighbor's truck and gathered what food we could, picking fruits and vegetables from the farm's fields, taking eggs from underneath the hens and storing them in our cooler. Our cupboards were empty by then — we'd been living on soup, Kraft dinners, rice, and the last few pounds of ground deer meat in the freezer from the buck Dad had shot that spring. We pooled our money — I had a few dollars from babysitting and Dani had a little money left from when she helped during hay season, but she'd used a lot of it already that year trying to keep us afloat.

"We could get some money for your camera," she'd said.

"No way!"

"Courtney sold her guitar."

"You know why she really sold it," I'd said. Dani had gotten quiet then. I'd felt bad but I couldn't do it, couldn't let go of my one good thing.

"What are we going to do?" I said now.

"We're going to steal some gas," Dani said, angry.

Dani always sounded pissed off, but I didn't pay any attention to it unless she was really mad. Then I got the hell out of her way.

She had a right to be angry. We all did.


* * *

We found a gas station in the next town, an old Chevron with two ancient pumps and a lone shadowy figure visible through the window. Was he the only one working? We pulled around back, gravel crunching under our tires. Dani switched off the engine and we sat there while it ticked. I held on to my camera tightly.

"Jess, go in and make sure no one else is there," Dani said.

I darted a look at her but her profile was rigid. "Okay." I tried to sound confident, but we'd never done anything like this before — only shoplifted food and makeup, small items. Of course it would be me. Courtney was too pretty — she had the same dirty-blond hair we all had, but she used peroxide and gave it highlights and had our father's blue eyes that looked even brighter against her tanned skin. And now, with her burn, people would remember her. But I was small at fourteen, with plain toffee-colored hair and green eyes. People forgot me.

The door jingled when I opened it. The guy behind the counter glanced up. He was young, maybe in his early twenties, with long sideburns and acne. I looked around, didn't see anyone else working. The store was empty, and there were no security cameras or monitors. I cleared my throat.

"Can I have the key to the bathroom?"

He pushed the keys across the counter, then looked back down at his magazine. I browsed the shelves, then made my way outside around the back of the store, where a sign pointed to the restrooms. A laundry room for truckers was beside the washrooms. I pulled out the slots, checked for spare change under the machines — sometimes you get lucky, but nothing today. In the garbage can, I found a few cans and a pizza box with a couple of crusts. My stomach growled, but I left the box and went into the bathroom, used the toilet, and washed my hands. I glanced in the mirror. My eyes looked big, scared. The fluorescent light above my head was humming loudly, the bathroom seeming suddenly cold and empty.

I turned my face so I could see the bruise on my jaw. The makeup was smeared. I rubbed at it with my finger, spread it smooth. I stepped back, staring at my reflection. I tried to narrow my eyes and squared my shoulders, pulling my hat down hard, making myself look tougher, more like Dani. It didn't work.

I returned the key and walked back to the truck.

"What did you find?" Dani said through her window.

"Just one guy at the counter — he's reading a girlie magazine."

She nodded.

"Now what?" I said.

"Courtney, you go talk to him."

"Shit, why me?" Courtney said.

Dani gave her a look. Courtney heaved a sigh, undid the top button of her shirt, and got out of the truck.

"I'm going too," I said.

"No. Stay in the truck, Jess."

"But I'm hungry!"

"Jesus Christ." Dani bitched all the time about my "hollow leg," but she still gave me extra helpings.

I followed Courtney into the store. She leaned over the counter and began talking to the guy, who immediately put down his magazine and turned to face her. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Dani pull the truck around to the pump. Quickly, I walked down the aisles and shoved chocolate bars and snacks into my pockets. Courtney glanced out the window once in a while, waiting for the signal. I was also keeping an eye on Dani. Finally she lifted her hat and wiped her brow.

I left the store and jumped in the truck. Courtney took the pen the guy was holding out, wrote something down on a piece of paper. He was smiling big. She made like she was checking the pocket of her jeans shorts, then shook her head and nodded at the truck.

Now she was heading back to us, walking slow, letting her hips sway. I could see the guy inside staring at her, riveted. She got in the truck, made it look like she was reaching for her purse, then slammed the door behind her. Dani pounded the accelerator. The truck fishtailed onto the road, swerving on the dusty, dry edge. I watched behind as the guy ran out of the gas station, his hand on a phone, already calling the police. Our license plate was covered in dried mud, but my heart was still pounding. If we were caught, we'd be brought back to Littlefield and the cops would have questions — lots of questions.

I turned around and pulled out my chocolate bars. We ate, silent in the dark.

"Remember when Dad used to buy us Caramilk bars every Christmas?" Courtney's voice was small, the memory big.

I chewed slower now, my eyes filling with tears. It had been years since Dad had brought us chocolate bars, not since our mom had died.

It had only been three days since I'd killed him.

CHAPTER 2

Littlefield

Three Days Earlier

Dad had been gone a month this time, working in Alberta on the oil rigs. Before that job he mostly worked construction around town and on the ranch where we lived. Littlefield was a small town near the Alberta border and it didn't have a lot of jobs — mainly farming or logging since the mill had closed down — so a lot of men worked in Calgary, a couple of hours away. Dad said he'd make better money in Alberta, and maybe he did, but we never saw any of it. He worked three weeks in and one week out. He'd stop at a couple of bars on the way home from the rigs, then usually didn't quit drinking until it was time for his next shift.

I was sure this time things would be different, though. My fifteenth birthday was coming up and he'd told me he'd bring me something special. I'd been thinking about it all week.

"He's not bringing you diddly-squat," Dani had said that morning.

"He promised," I said.

"So?"

I didn't look at her, just shoved another spoonful of scrambled eggs into my mouth. Across the table Courtney was practicing some chords on her guitar, scribbling into a little notebook. She gave me a smile.

"I'll write you a song," she said. "For your birthday."

"That'd be cool." I smiled back at her.

"Jess, I just don't want you to be disappointed," Dani said from the other end of the table.

"I know, but I've got a good feeling. I think he's going to bring something for my camera — maybe a new lens."

"You're such a dumbass." Dani was always telling me I was too hopeful, Dad would never change. But sometimes he went weeks without drinking. Maybe one day he'd quit for good.

I was half expecting to see Dad's truck in the driveway now as I walked toward our house, or have him roar past me, laughing as he left me choking on the dust. I glanced behind me. In the distance I could hear calves mooing and a tractor out in the fields. I aimed my camera at a pretty bird sitting on the fence, then took another shot of our house. Dani was home. I could tell she was in a mood by the way she'd parked the truck — sideways, windows down, the grille almost touching the front steps — and by the music blasting from inside the house. I slowed my pace.

I didn't mind living on the ranch, but I wished it was ours — the bank had foreclosed on our old place. That house had been pretty — I still remembered the front patio swing, the white fence that went down to the road, how Dad would repaint it every year. This was just an old ranch hand's house on a cattle farm, but we had lots of room, a big yard for Dad's stuff, and we needed the work. After Mom died — she was hit head-on by a truck carrying a load of hay — Dad lost his job. He took off to Calgary for months. I'd just turned ten. Courtney was eleven and a half, and Dani almost thirteen. We ended up in foster homes.

They couldn't find one willing to take all of us so I got put with a family that already had six kids, two of them handicapped. There never seemed to be enough food for everyone. I'd wait until my foster mother wasn't looking, then slip some of my mashed potatoes or whatever onto the little kids' plates, shaking my head to warn them to keep quiet about it. If one of them forgot and yelled, "Thank you!" my foster mom would whip around and we'd end up with nothing. I ran away once, trying to get to my sisters, but got picked up by the cops. I found out later they'd tried to run away a few times too. None of us made it.

Finally, after five months, Dad came back, promising to stay sober.

Courtney told me a little about her foster family, how the father peeked at her in the shower, how the mom used to slap her when he wasn't watching.

Dani didn't talk about her foster home much, just said the people had been old and couldn't take care of their farm and wanted a helper. I don't know if they were mean to her — she never said. Sometimes I wondered if she wished she was still there. "Did you like it better than taking care of us?" I said. She cuffed me lightly across the head and said, "Don't be a dumbass."


* * *

When I walked into the house she was sweeping the kitchen and I could smell pine-scented cleaner. All the windows were open.

"Where've you been?" she said. "I looked for you at the barn."

"Ingrid needed help in the fields."

During the school year we worked on the farm at night and on weekends, but in summer we worked whenever they needed us. Our arms and legs were muscled, our hands blistered — Courtney was always putting lotion on them or doing her nails. Dani would spend all day in the fields if she could, riding the tractor with a smile on her face, her hair under a big cowboy hat. Sometimes after school she'd even go over to her boyfriend's place to help — his family had the neighboring farm. I didn't mind working in the fields, but I preferred working with the animals. Spring was my favorite, all the babies being born, but I refused to eat the meat, which made Dad furious. I took a few beatings for that.

"We've got to get this place cleaned up before Dad gets back," Dani said.

"Okay." I started washing some dishes that had been on the counter for at least a week, scraping at the dried food, imagining a big dinner when Dad got home. I hoped he'd take me grocery shopping with him.

After Dad got us out of foster care, he'd found this place and kept himself together for months. Then the beer cans started piling up. The cops came by a few times, asking if we were okay, but we kept our mouths shut. When teachers asked about a black eye or a bruise we couldn't hide, we'd say we fell or hurt ourselves on the ranch, tangled with a mean horse. If Dani heard someone teasing us, she delivered what we'd gotten good at taking. I didn't tell her when a kid gave me a hard time about the smell of manure on my shoes or called Courtney names. It just made Dani feel bad.

"Where's Courtney?" I said.

Dani shrugged. "Where is she usually?"

So she was off with another boy. I wondered who it was this time.

Dani and I had the house clean by the time Courtney got home. We were out in the backyard, setting up beer cans to do some target practicing. Dad left us his rifle when he was out of town — an old Cooley .22 semiautomatic he'd gotten from his father — and made sure we had enough bullets. He said he wanted us to be able to take care of ourselves. We didn't have much time to just kick around, but we liked shooting stuff or going fishing. I squinted, took aim on the can, held my breath, and squeezed the trigger. The can flew into the air.

"Good shot!" Courtney's husky voice said from behind me.

I lowered the gun and turned around. Courtney had a case of beer on one hip and a cigarette in her hand. Her long hair was damp and tangled, and her baseball cap was on backward. She was wearing dark sunglasses too big for her face, which looked cool, and a bikini top under a black tank top.

"She's always a good shot," Dani said. She didn't give a lot of compliments, so it meant something when she did. I liked shooting, liked that moment when everything came into focus, came down to a split second. Same with my camera, seeing the frame, lining up the shot, taking a breath, then boom!

"Jesus, what's with your shorts?" Dani said. Courtney's jeans shorts were cut so high you could see the bottom of her front pockets.

Courtney laughed. "You like them? They make the boys go craaaazy." She sang out the last words. Courtney was always laughing or singing. Mom used to say Courtney sang before she talked. She was a pretty good guitar player too, had bought a secondhand one and taught herself by listening to the radio.

"They just about show everything." Dani wore cutoffs — we all did — but Courtney's were always the shortest, the frayed bleached-out edges contrasting with her golden skin. I glanced at her legs, then down at mine, wondering if I could get away with taking my shorts up an inch.

"Here, take a beer and shut up already," Courtney said.

Dani grinned and grabbed the beer, opening the can with a pop, and took a long swallow.

"God, that's good."

Courtney handed me one. I took a slug, savoring how cold it felt going down my dry throat on a hot day. I liked beer, the fuzzy feeling it gave everything, the malty taste, but the smell always reminded me of Dad.


(Continues...)

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CHEVY STEVENS grew up on a ranch on Vancouver Island and still lives on the island with her husband and daughter. When she's not working on her next book, she's camping and canoeing with her family in the local mountains. Her debut novel, Still Missing, won the International Thriller Writers Award for Best First Novel.

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Those Girls 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 26 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent book, although the subject matter is disturbing at times but never too graphic. By the end of the book I was in tears. I have already purchased the author's first novel and plan on reading all her books. If you like Gillian Flynn's books (Gone Girl, Dark Places, Sharp Objects), you should enjoy this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Will be checking out some of this authors other books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Suspenseful but graphically sexually violent
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutly love Chevy Stevens and all the books she has writen. I could not put this or any of her books down! Cant wait for more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Stayed up way too late to finush reading thus. Chevy Stevens is an amazg author.i
Anonymous 5 months ago
This was a great page turner, once you start reading you won't want to put it down.
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Anonymous 7 months ago
Great book. Had my attention from the beginning.
Anonymous 7 months ago
Very dark, gloomy and depressing
Meemo_B 9 months ago
ARC provided by Netgalley for an unbiased review. This is the story of 3 sisters who try to escape a tragic event from their teen years, only to be confronted by it in a terrifying way as adults. It isn't a happy story, but it's a journey that's both interesting and frustrating. There were many times I wanted to yell at "those girls" for making foolish decisions - yet in reality that's pretty much what we humans do. We make foolish decisions, then realize later we're lucky to have survived some of them. The question of if and how the characters here will survive makes for compelling reading. "Still Missing" remains my favorite book by Chevy Stevens, but I still look forward to reading whatever she writes next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kept me interested throughout.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a TERRIFIC book. Highly recommend.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
First few pages started out ok, chapter 2 could have been left out. Sample reading, 3 chapters were not interesting enough to purchase.
Stacie67 More than 1 year ago
I am a huge Chevy Stevens fan. I have read and loved every one of her books. This one for me did not disappoint. I started reading it first thing in the morning and didn't put it down till i finished that evening. It was a page turner!! I love how her books keep you emotionally on edge. Every time i tried to put it down i kept thinking about what was going to happen. I would highly recommend.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
By far one of the best books i have ever read!!!!
SeaKyle More than 1 year ago
Disappointed in this one. The premise of the book was very promising and I loved the three sisters. However, the ending was a let down for me. I don't think the protagonists got what they deserved. At times the book was drawn out and I skipped sections. I love the author's previous books so I won't let this one speak to her wonderful talent. Just not the book for me.
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OkieDokie More than 1 year ago
Chevy Stevens is fast becoming one of my favorite authors, and "Those Girls" just confirmed it. Great story lines that kept me very involved, and I would recommend this book to anyone.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
fast read, heart pounding. As always Chevy Stevens does not disappoint
kjr0322 More than 1 year ago
loved it as usual chevy stevens did not disappoint.
GratefulGrandma More than 1 year ago
This book was great. A suspenseful, dramatic thriller that kept me on the edge of my seat one minute, and holding back tears the next. This story was not easy to read, especially with the victimization of the 3 girls, but they rose, became strong and built a bond that was amazing and could not be broken. Dani, Courtney and Jess lived in rural British Columbia on a farm where they worked to buy food and just tried to keep on the good side of an abusive father. When he returned after weeks of working out of town, drunk, he tried to kill Courtney. Jess (youngest) did the only thing she could to protect her sister. On the run, the girls encountered more unspeakable evil and brutality. Escaping the small town of Cash Creek with the help of an ex-con they fled to Vancouver and changed their identity. Again, the kindness and help of strangers made this possible. Unfortunately, Jess, was pregnant. 18 years later, Skylar is grown up and asking a lot of questions about her past and her mothers. Courtney (now Chelsea) has a breakdown of sorts and heads back to Cash Creek for a show down. Skylar, in her teen unstoppable thinking, follows to help and bring her back. What happens next is the thing of nightmares for any parent. The ending of this book is surprising yet not. It shows how strong family bonds can be and how through the help and generosity of strangers, these girls/women were able to emerge strong and whole. A wonderful read. I WOULD LIKE TO THANK NETGALLEY AND ST. MARTIN'S PRESS FOR AN ARC OF THIS BOOK.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loving this book!!!! Chevy Stevens never disappoints me. This is one of those books that you think about when you are unable to be reading and cant wait to get back to!!!
Caroles_Random_Life More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this book. How is it that I haven't read anything written by Chevy Stevens before now? This is the kind of book that I really enjoy reading and I am amazed that I somehow missed this author. I think I even own one of her earlier books but have never felt compelled to open it but I can tell you that it will not remain unread much longer. This book really opened with a bang and I was immediately hooked. The story is told from two points of view and is set in two different time periods. I don't think that this type of storytelling always works but I did like how everything comes together in this story. The first part of the story which is told from Jess's point of view was my favorite section of the story. There was a lot of action and I had no idea which way the story was headed. I had a really hard time putting the book down during the entire first part. The second part of the story is from Skylar's point of view and is set in the present time. I have to admit that this was not my favorite part of the book. For a large part of this section, I wanted to scream at Skylar to stop what she was doing because nothing good as going to come from her actions. The last section of the story wraps everything up nicely and kept me in suspense until the very end. This book was definitely a page turner and I ended up reading it from cover to cover in less than 24 hours. I found that there were enough twist and turns to keep me guessing and fully engrossed in the story. I really liked the author's writing style and thought that she did a perfect job of pacing the story. This was the kind of book that was really hard to put down. There was quite a bit of violence in this story so I don't think that it will be the right book for everyone. I would recommend this book to mystery thriller fans. This is the first book by Chevy Stevens that I have had a chance to read and look forward to reading her other works soon. I received an advance reader edition of this book from St. Martin's Press via NetGalley for the purpose of providing an honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Chevy Stevens did it again
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Simply amazing!