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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Lisa Jackson comes a gripping novel of suspense where a mother's worst fear is only the beginning of a terrifying nightmare. . .

In Ava's dreams, her son, Noah, looks just the way she remembers him: a sweet two-year-old in rolled-up jeans and a red sweatshirt. When Ava wakes, the agonizing truth hits her all over again. Noah went missing two years ago, and has never been found. Almost everyone, including Ava's semi-estranged husband, ...

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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Lisa Jackson comes a gripping novel of suspense where a mother's worst fear is only the beginning of a terrifying nightmare. . .

In Ava's dreams, her son, Noah, looks just the way she remembers him: a sweet two-year-old in rolled-up jeans and a red sweatshirt. When Ava wakes, the agonizing truth hits her all over again. Noah went missing two years ago, and has never been found. Almost everyone, including Ava's semi-estranged husband, assumes the boy drowned after falling off the dock near their Church Island home.

Ava has spent most of the past two years in and out of Seattle mental institutions, shattered by grief and unable to recall the details of Noah's disappearance. Now she's back at Neptune's Gate, the family estate, her strength slowly returning. But as Ava's mind comes back into focus, she can't shake the feeling that her family, and her psychologist, know more than they're saying. Are they worried for her well-being--or anxious about what she might discover?

Ava secretly visits a hypnotist, hoping to restore her memories. But the strange visions and night terrors keep getting worse. She is sure she's heard Noah crying in the nursery, and glimpsed him walking near the dock. Is she losing her mind, or is Noah still alive? Ava won't stop until she gets answers, but the truth is more dangerous than she can imagine. And the price may be more than she ever thought to pay. . .

Outstanding Praise For Lisa Jackson's Devious

"Terrifying...a creepy thriller sure to please Jackson's many fans.' --Publishers Weekly

"A nail-biting tale of dangerous secrets and deadly passions." --Booklist

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Publishers Weekly
This chilling stand-alone suspense thriller from bestseller Jackson (Without Mercy) brings every parent’s biggest fear to life—the disappearance of one’s child. Nightmare-plagued Ava Garrison still can’t remember the details of the night her two-year-old son, Noah, went missing from her Washington State island home two years ago, but her memory is starting to return now that she’s stopped taking the medications she believes contribute to her nightmares. To add to her woes, Ava suspects her shifty husband, Wyatt, is cheating on her with her therapist. Even worse, Ava must prove her innocence after she becomes a prime suspect in a string of brutal murders. Fortunately, she can turn for help to rugged stable hand Austin Dern, who rescues her after she takes a plunge off the dock from which Noah may have fallen the night he disappeared. Multiple red herrings and a host of sinister characters help keep the pages turning until the explosive conclusion. Agent: Robin Rue, Writers House. (Aug.)
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New York Times' bestselling author Jackson puts her touch on this dark thriller and tale of forbidden romance. Ava Church Garrison has it all. She's beautiful, a near-genius and wealthy. Married to a handsome attorney and living in her family's ancestral home on a small island off the coast of Washington, her future couldn't be brighter, except for one small problem. It appears to everyone, including Ava, that she's lost her mind. It all started when she lost her child. Two-year-old Noah wandered out of the house, and authorities believe he fell into the icy water and drowned. But Ava won't accept this. She keeps searching for Noah, her searches prompted by sounds and visions she can't control. No matter what she does, Ava keeps hearing Noah call for help and sees him toddling off toward the dock. To add to Ava's issues, she has her loony-bin-worthy family living with her. Her cousin, Jewel-Anne, wheelchair-bound following an accident that killed Ava's only brother, and the rest of her family treat her like she's a basket case. Even her best friend (who's Jewel-Anne's nurse) and the household help are creepy. In fact, everyone in the book qualifies as a character out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie. Plus, there's also the little problem of the escaped madman, who may or may not still be hiding on the island, and Ava's therapist, a woman she fears has grown too close to Ava's husband, Wyatt. Soon, the landscape is littered with bodies, and Ava is rapidly finding herself the target of a police investigation. With only the help of a newly hired hand on the estate, she tries to prove she's not crazy and find her son in the bargain. Jackson's book is crammed with suspects and a palpable air of creepiness, but readers will spot a number of inconsistencies in the story and ultimately grow weary of the way she draws out the action with unnecessary dialogue and details. Melodramatic and filled with a lot of pointless meanderings, but Jackson's many fans will still enjoy it.
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Meet the Author

Lisa Jackson
Lisa Jackson is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than seventy-five novels, including Running Scared, Without Mercy, Malice, Lost Souls, and Shiver. She has over fifteen million copies of her books in print in nineteen languages. She lives with her family and an eighty-pound dog in the Pacific Northwest.
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YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW


By LISA JACKSON

KENSINGTON BOOKS

Copyright © 2012 Lisa Jackson LLC
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-5857-1


Chapter One

"I'm serious, you can't tell a soul," a breathy voice whispered. "I could lose my job."

Ava Garrison opened a bleary eye. From her bed, she heard the sound of voices beyond the big wooden door that stood slightly ajar.

"She doesn't even know what's going on," another woman agreed. Her voice was deeper and gruffer than the first, and Ava thought she recognized it, a headache pounding behind her eyes as the nightmare retreated into her subconscious. The pain would recede, it always did, but for the first minutes after waking, she felt as if steel-shod horses were galloping through her brain.

Inhaling a deep breath, she blinked. The room was dark, the curtains pulled, the rumble of the ancient furnace forcing air through the registers, muting the conversation beyond the heavy oak door.

"Shhh ... she should be awake soon ..." Breathy Voice again. Ava tried to place it and thought it might belong to Demetria, Jewel-Anne's dour nursemaid. For a woman not yet thirty, tall, slim Demetria always wore a severe expression that matched her harsh hairstyle, dyed black and pulled back, restrained by a heavy clip at her nape. Her only concession to whimsy, it seemed, was the hint of a tattoo, an inky tendril that curled from beneath the clip to tease the back of her ear. The tattoo reminded Ava of a shy octopus, extending one questioning tentacle from beneath its hiding spot of thick dark hair and tortoiseshell clip.

"So what is it? What's going on with her?" the second voice demanded.

Oh, Lord, did it belong to Khloe? Ava felt a jab of betrayal; she knew they were talking about her, and Khloe had been her best friend while growing up here on this remote island. But that had been years ago, long before fresh-faced and happy-go-lucky Khloe had turned into the unhappy soul who couldn't for the life of her let go of a love that had died so swiftly.

More whispering ...

Of course. It was almost as if they wanted to have her overhear them, as if they were taunting her.

Ava caught only phrases that were as crippling as they were true.

"... slowly going out of her mind ..." Khloe again?

"Has been for years. Poor Mr. Garrison." Breathy Voice.

Poor Mr. Garrison? Seriously?

Khloe, if it were she, agreed. "How he's suffered."

Wyatt? Suffered? Really? The man who seemed intent on being absent, always away? The man she'd contemplated divorcing on more than one occasion? Ava doubted her husband had suffered one day of his life. She could barely restrain herself from shouting, but she wanted to hear what they were saying, what the gossip was that ran rampant through the wainscoted hallways of Neptune's Gate, this hundred-year-old house built and named by her great-great-grandfather.

"Well something should be done; they're richer than God!" one of them muttered, her words thin and reedy as she walked away.

"For God's sake, keep your voice down. Anyway, the family's making sure that she gets the best care that money can buy ..."

The family?

Ava's head was throbbing as she threw off the thick duvet and her bare feet hit the plush carpet that had been cast over hardwood. Fir ... it was fir planks ... she remembered, planed by the sawmill that once was the heart of Church Island, named without a drop of modesty by that same great-great-grandfather who had built this house. One step, two ... She started to lose her balance and grasped the tall bedpost.

"Everyone in the family ... they need answers ..."

"Don't we all?" A sly little snigger.

Please, God, that it wasn't Khloe.

"But we don't own any part of this damned island."

"Wouldn't that be something ... if we did, I mean." The voice sounded wistful as it retreated.

Ava took a step and a wave of nausea washed up her throat. She thought she might throw up as bile teased her tongue, but she bit down hard, took a deep breath, and fought the urge to vomit.

"She's crazy as a loon. But he won't leave her," one of them, she couldn't tell which, said, and the words were as crippling as they were true. She silently cursed her cloudy memory, her fractured brain.

Once, she'd been brilliant, at the top of her class, not only a stellar student but also a businesswoman with the acumen of ... of ... what?

Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to the doorway and peeked out. Sure enough, two women were stepping down the stairs, their bodies slowly disappearing. But neither one was Khloe, as Ava's mind had suggested. They were Virginia Zanders, Khloe's mother—a woman twice the size of her daughter and the cook for Neptune's Gate—and Graciela, a part-time maid, who, as if sensing Ava in the doorway, glanced over her shoulder and offered a smile as saccharine as the iced tea that Virginia poured on hot summer days. Half the size of her companion, Graciela was petite, with lustrous black hair knotted at the base of her skull. If she wanted to, Graciela could turn on a brilliant smile that could charm the coating off an M&M. Today, her smile was more like that of a Cheshire cat, as if she knew some deep, dark, and oh-so-private secret.

About her employer.

The hairs on the backs of Ava's arms lifted. Like a snake slithering along her vertebrae, cold seeped down her spine. Graciela's dark eyes seemed to glint with a secret knowledge before both she and Virginia were out of sight, their footsteps fading.

With a quick push, Ava slammed the door shut, then tried to lock it, but the dead bolt was missing, replaced by a matching faceplate to cover the hole left in the door. "God help me," she whispered, and drew in a long, calming breath as she leaned against the door.

Don't give in. Don't let them make you the victim. Fight back!

"Against what?" she asked the dark room; then angry with her plight and her attitude, she stalked to the windows. When had she become such a wimp? When? Hadn't she always been strong? Independent? A girl who raced her mare along the ridge over the sea, who climbed to the topmost spire of the mountain on this island, who swam naked in the icy, foaming waters of the Pacific where it poured and swirled into the bay? She'd surfed and rock climbed and ... and it all seemed like a thousand—no, make that a million—years ago!

Now she was trapped here, in this room, while all those faceless people were speaking in hushed tones and assuming she couldn't hear them, but she could; of course she could.

Sometimes she wondered if they knew she was awake, if they were taunting her on purpose. Perhaps their soft, condoling tones were all part of a great façade, a horrible, painful labyrinth from which there was no escape.

She trusted no one and then reminded herself that it was all part of her paranoia. Her sickness.

With pain shooting behind her eyes, she stumbled to the bed and fell onto the pillow-top mattress with its expensive sheets, waiting for the pain to abate. She tried to raise her head, but a headache with the power to make her tremble stopped her, and she had to bite down so that she didn't cry out.

No one should suffer like this. Weren't there painkillers for this sort of thing? Prescriptions to stave off migraines? Then again, she took a lot of pills and couldn't help but wonder if the pain slicing through her brain was because of the medication rather than in spite of it.

She didn't understand why they were all out to torment her, to make her feel as if she were crazy, but she was pretty damned sure they intended just that. All of them: the nurses, the doctors, the maid, the lawyers, and her husband—most certainly Wyatt.

Oh, God ... she did sound paranoid.

Maybe she was.

With extreme effort, she gathered her strength and eased off the bed again. She knew that eventually the stab in her brain would slowly dissipate. It always did. But when she first woke up, it was always a bitch.

With a hand on the bed to steady herself, she walked carefully to the window, pushed back the curtains, and opened the blinds.

The day was gray and grim, as it was on that day ... that horrid day when Noah ...

Don't go there!

It serves no purpose to relive the worst moments of your life.

Blinking, she forced her mind back to the present and stared through the watery, leaded-glass panes that looked out from the second floor of this once-elegant mansion. Autumn was seeping toward winter, she thought as she squinted, looking toward the dock where twilight was descending, fingers of fog sliding over the blackened pier.

It wasn't morning but nearing evening, she realized, though that seemed wrong. She'd been asleep for hours ... days?

Don't think about it; you're awake now.

Placing a hand against the cool panes, she took in more of her surroundings. At the water's edge, the boathouse had grayed over the years, the dock next to it listing toward the wind-ruffled waters of the bay. The tide was in, foamy waves splashing against the shore.

So like that day ...

Oh, sweet Jesus.

A chill, as cold as the depths of the sea, washed over her, a chill that was born from within.

Her heart clutched.

Her breath fogged on the window as she leaned close to the glass.

The back of her neck tightened in a familiar way; she knew what was coming.

"Please ..."

Squinting, she stared at the end of the dock.

And there he was, her tiny son, teetering near the edge, a ghostly image in the fog.

"Noah," she whispered, suddenly terrified, her fingers sliding down the pane as panic surged within. "Oh, God, Noah!"

He's not there. It's your fractured mind playing tricks on you.

But she couldn't take the chance. What if this time, this one time, it really was her boy? He stood with his back to her, his little red hooded sweatshirt damp in the misting fog. Her heart squeezed. "Noah!" she screamed, beating on the glass. "Noah! Come back!"

Frantically she tried to open the window, but it seemed nailed shut. "Come on, come on!" she cried, trying to force open the sash, breaking her nails in the process. The damned window wouldn't budge. "Oh, God ..."

Propelled by fear, she yanked open the door and raced barefoot out of her room and down the hall to the back stairs, her feet slapping against the smooth wood of the steps. Down, down, down she ran, breathless, one hand on the rail. Noah, oh sweet, sweet baby. Noah!

She burst from the stairway into the kitchen, then through the back door off the kitchen, across the screened porch, and out to the sweeping grounds of the house and beyond.

Now she could run. Fast. Even though night was falling swiftly.

"Noah!" she yelled as she sped along the weed-choked pathways, past the deadened rosebushes and through the dripping ferns to the dock where darkness and fog had disguised the end of the pier. She was breathing hard, screaming her son's name, desperate to see him, to witness his little face turn around and look up at her, his wide, expectant eyes trusting ...

The dock was empty. Fog playing in the shadows of the water, seagulls crying hollowly in the distance.

"Noah!" she screamed, running over the slick boards. "Noah!"

She'd seen him! She had!

Oh, honey ... "Noah, where are you?" she said over a sob and the rush of the wind as she reached the end, the last board cutting into her feet. "Baby, it's Mama ..."

One last, wild search of the dock and boathouse told her he was gone. She didn't hesitate but jumped into the icy water, feeling the rush of frigid cold, tasting salt water as she splashed and flailed, frantically searching for her son in the dark depths. "Noah!" she yelled, coughing and sputtering as she surfaced. She dived back down into the black water again and again, searching the murky depths, desperately hoping for some glimpse of her son.

Please, God, let me find him. Help me save him! Do not let him die! He's an innocent. It's I who am the sinner. Oh, dear Jesus, please ...

Again and again, she dove, five times, six, seven, her nightgown billowing around her, her hair loosened from its rubber band, exhaustion overtaking her as she drifted farther and farther from the dock. As she surfaced slowly one more time, she was vaguely aware of a voice.

"Hey!" a man yelled. "Hey!"

She dove down again, her hair floating around her, her eyes open and burning in the salty water, her lungs so stretched she thought they might burst. Where is he? Noah, oh, God, baby ... She couldn't breathe, but she couldn't stop searching. Had to find her son. The world grew darker and colder, and Noah grew ever more distant.

Someone dived in next to her.

She felt strong arms surround her rib cage in a death grip. She was weak, about to pass out, when she was jerked upward, roughly dragged toward the surface, a ripple of air escaping her lungs.

As they broke through the water, she gasped, coughing and spewing as she found herself staring into the stern, uncompromising gaze of a total stranger.

"Are you out of your mind?" he demanded, slinging the water from his hair with a muscular twist. But before she could answer, he snarled, "Oh, hell!" and starting kicking hard, holding her tightly, dragging her to the shore. She'd drifted away from the dock, but his strokes, strong and sure, cut through the water and pulled them both to the sandy beach, where he deposited her in the waist-high water. "Come on!" he snapped. His arm steadied her as they slogged through the lapping water and up the sandy shoreline Her teeth were chattering, and she was shivering head to toe, but she barely felt anything other than a deep-seated and painful grief. Swallowing against the pain, she tasted salt and finally roused herself enough to look at this man she'd never met before.

Or had she? There was something remotely familiar about him. Over six feet tall, in a wet, long-sleeved shirt and soaked jeans, he was rugged-looking, as if he'd spent most of his thirty-odd years outdoors.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he demanded, shaking the hair out of his eyes. "You could have drowned!" And then, as an afterthought, "Are you okay?"

Of course she was not okay. She was damned certain she would never be even remotely okay again.

"Let's get you inside." He was still holding on to her, and he helped her past a pair of boots thrown haphazardly on the grass, then up the overgrown sandy path toward the house.

"Who are you?" she asked.

He eyed her up and down. "Austin Dern." When she didn't respond, he said, "And you're Ava Garrison? You own this place?"

"Part of it." She tried to wring the cold salt water from her hair, but it was impossible.

"Most of it." His eyes narrowed on her as she shivered. "And you don't know who I am?"

"Not a clue." Even in her state of shock, the man irritated her.

He muttered something under his breath, then said, "Well, now, isn't that something? You hired me. Just last week." He was pushing her toward the house.

"Me?" Oh, God, how bad was her memory? Sometimes it seemed as thin and fragile as a cheesecloth. But not about this. Shaking her head, feeling the cold water drip down her back, she said, "I don't think so." She would have remembered him. She was sure of it.

"Actually it was your husband."

Oh. Wyatt. "I guess he forgot to tell me."

"Yeah?" His gaze skated over her bedraggled, freezing form, and for a second, she wondered just how sheer her sodden nightgown was.

"By the way, you're welcome." He didn't so much as crack a smile. Though darkness was settling over the island, she saw his features, set and grim. Deep-set eyes, their color undetermined in the coming night; square, beard-shadowed jaw; blade-thin lips; and a nose that wasn't quite straight. His hair was as dark as the night, somewhere between a deep brown and black. They trudged together toward the behemoth three-storied manor.

On the back porch, the screen door flew open, then banged shut behind a woman running from the house. "Ava? Oh, God, what happened?" Khloe demanded, her face a mask of concern as it caught in the porch light. She sprinted past the garden and jumped over a small hedge of boxwoods to grab Ava as the stranger released his grip on her body. "Oh my God, you're soaking wet!" Khloe was shaking her head, and her expression was caught somewhere between pity and fear. "What the hell were you doing ... oh, don't even say it. I know." She held Ava close and didn't seem to care that her jeans and sweater were soaking up the water from her friend's nightgown. "You have to stop this, Ava. You have to." Glancing up at the stranger, she added to Ava, "Come on, let's get you into the house." Then to Dern, "You too. Dear God, you're both soaked to the bone!"

(Continues...)



Excerpted from YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW 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 May 8, 2012

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    Decent Mystery!

    I was looking foward to reading this book , sounded like a good storyline different from the other thrillers I typically read. I was surprised how slow this book started. I got to the middle and it finally turned into a page turner. This book is about Ava who in the beginning of this story is very depressed about the drowning of her son Noah about half way thru (when it gets good) she finally wakes up to the world around her and realizes everything and everybody is not what it/they seem. Was Noah murdered? Is he still out there? How come his body was never found? Why is everyone around her keeping secrets from her? or is this all just a delusional dream? Decent mystery you have to read just to see what happens to her son and why? Wasn't a surprise the ending but all in all a good decent, kinda creepy read.

    20 out of 24 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted September 29, 2012

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    I really hate you posters that write these looooong reviews and reveal every detail of the book. Just because you got it for free, or have read it, DO NOT ruin it for me. I want to read it and be surprised. I want to get into it and not know what the next page holds. Your inconsiderate plot reveals ruins it for me. I wish bn would ban each and every one of you and in addition fine you. Maybe then you would think twice before you ruin a book for others.

    17 out of 22 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2013

    I have read most, if not all, of Lisa Jackson¿s other books and

    I have read most, if not all, of Lisa Jackson’s other books and I cannot believe she wrote this drivel. Seriously. I stopped at one point and doubled checked the authors name because I thought perhaps I picked up someone else’s by mistake. First of all it was extremely repetitive. The book is 534 pages and I’m telling you she could have said what she wanted to say in a novella with no more than 200. It was over descriptive in so many places that you weren’t even sure if it was part of the story she was attempting to weave. Also, I should have counted the number of times she used the word “gaslighting” (a form of psychological abuse in which false information is presented with the intent of making a victim doubt his or her own memory, perception and sanity) because it was as if she learned a new word for the day and then wrote a book around it. The relationship between the two characters who were supposed to be attracted to each other where so underdeveloped as to not even be plausible. Also, there were so many characters that had nothing to do with the outcome and did not add to the story line I needed a genealogy map just to remember them all. I kept with it because I just keep thinking that surely it would get better ~ it didn’t. Skip this Lisa Jackson read. I wish I had.

    8 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2012

    That was a good story

    A suspense filled romance with a gothic overtone. Couldn't put it down.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 9, 2012

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    There are only few books with a great storyline. This was one of

    There are only few books with a great storyline. This was one of them. A great summer read.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 11, 2012

    Couldn't put it down.....

    Couldn't put it down.....

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 7, 2012

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    Two years ago Ava Garrison’s son Noah disappeared never to

    Two years ago Ava Garrison’s son Noah disappeared never to be found, since then her life has been a nightmare, a medicated blur filled with despair and misery. Recently released from a mental hospital she’s returned to Church Island and her family mansion of Neptune’s Gate, surrounded by her husband, employees other family and friends she’s never felt so alone and through it all she’s never given up hope of finding her son. She misses the take charge woman she once was but a series of episodes requiring her rescue by sexy new ranch hand Austin Dern only seems to confirm her instability, still she can’t get over feeling that something is off, that someone is against her. But who. And is there anyone on the Island she can trust.
    Austin Dern has his own agenda for taking the job as ranch hand at Neptune’s Gate and the last thing he needs is a sexy off her rocker Ava Garrison interrupting his thoughts and getting in his way. But the more he gets to know her the more he thinks that beneath the fragile mask is a tiger and he’d really love to see that tiger roar, but she’s married and he’s got his own job to do on the island, and besides she’s crazy. Or is she.
    Lisa Jackson has hit another one out of the park, a grand slam of a who done it, a psychological thriller that kept me awake at night, on the edge of my seat during the day and my heart pounding through the whole novel. Her storyline is as intense as it gets filled with tragedy, betrayal, murder and loss. Her characters are enigmatic, engaging, demented and unforgettable and Ava is a heroine I will likely never forget. I felt the sea spray, saw the fog, tasted the seafood and experienced the joy and the horror thanks to her signature scene painting narrative and the pages flew by thanks to her easy reading dialogue. This is a definite must for your beach bag, on your commuter train or sitting on your sofa if you like a racing pulse with your read this is your cup of tea.
    Ms. Jackson thank you for the most fear filled ride yet this summer, I can’t wait to see what comes out of your imagination next.

    4 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2012

    I was really, really disappointed in this book. Normally, Lisa J

    I was really, really disappointed in this book. Normally, Lisa Jackson is one of my favorite authors. However, she missed the mark with this book. The characters (all of them) are unlikeable, weird, or just downright nasty. I don't recommend this book to anyone.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 9, 2012

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    A mother’s worst nightmare has come true for Ava Garrison.

    A mother’s worst nightmare has come true for Ava Garrison. Her son Noah disappears in the dead of the night. No traces of him are found and everyone assumes that he fell into the water. Ava, who has always been confident, breaks down and her husband commits her. Ava is eventually brought back to her home, Neptune’s Gate, which sits on an island. Ava is virtually the sole owner except for her paralyzed cousin, Jewel-Anne who is the only one that hasn’t sold out to her. Now that Ava is home, she starts to hear and see Noah everywhere on the grounds.

    After thinking she sees Noah on the dock, Ava takes a plunge in the icy waters hoping to rescue him. Now the family is thinking that it is time to commit her again. But Ava knows that something isn’t right and that her son isn’t dead. With the help of a new hired hand, Austin Dern, Ava slowly starts to peel back the memories that she once thought lost to her. Is she really crazy or is someone trying to make her believe she is. Ava has her share of enemies around her from her philandering husband, Wyatt to her cousin, Jewel-Anne, who holds her personally responsible for her being paralyzed. The problems become more complicated when bodies start showing up, all of which are linked to Ava somehow. She becomes the prime suspect and her and Dern must figure out what is going on before it is too late.

    Austin Dern has his own secret agenda and he never would have thought that Ava would be part of it. As his search for the elusive asylum escapee, Lester Reece, gets hot, Dern starts to unravel clues that Reece might be linked to Ava’s problems too.

    You Don’t Want to Know has many twists and turns, and the reader is compelled to keep turning the pages to discover who is behind the dastardly scheme. There are numerous sinister characters interwoven into the plot, many of which are Ava’s own family. Once the climax hits and all the pieces start to fall into place, the reader and Ava discover the awful truth. But will it be what we anticipated or was the truth behind Noah’s disappearance something that was best laid to rest?

    (ARC was received from publisher for an honest review)

    3 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2012

    Oddly Familiar

    As I'm reading this new release I get a deja vu feeling. There is so much going on, yet the main theme and premise makes me feel like this is a book that has been re-released.

    Initially, I was going to delete it. It is a great letdown, but I'll at least give it a few more chapters.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2013

    Hard to believe

    Uggh! I continued reading this book because I kept thinking it would get better. Everything happens on some little island, a whole bunch of mental case family members (often hard to keep straight who was who) live there too. The "love" between Ava and Dern was not believable at all. Pretty much most of the book was unbelievable.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2013

    i agree

    what is this third grade book report, no this a rate and review not rate and reveal

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2013

    Very convoluted

    Too convoluted. I have read all of LJ books and this was overly long. If some of the repeatitious actions had been left out it would gave been better. It also was not very believable. I wanted to lock them all in the loony bin before it was over. I had the entire plot figured out by page 65. Austin was the only character, who had me puzzled. Still, it was a well written and edited book which held my interest. I have also not figured out why a facility for the criminaly insane was located on a privately owned island and ran by the island's owners.
    No sex, some cursing, quite a bit of gory violence, physical and mental abuse. For readers 18 and up.

    AD

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 11, 2012

    Lots of twists and turns but often a slow journey.

    I enjoyed the premisis of the novel but there was a lot that I didn't like.
    Most of the time the story drug on and on. There were times of intense action but was ruined by repetative dialog. "Oh God, please God" and "gaslighting" were used more times than I could care count, to the point it was annoying. Then the climax and conclusion was so off the wall that I was very dissapointed. I kept with the book because I was interested in how it would all end but I wasn't impressed.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 20, 2013

    I wanted to like it. At times I really did like it - suspens





    I wanted to like it. At times I really did like it - suspenseful mystery with an intriguing storyline. The suspense was palatable!




    But,sadly,in the end:




    > The plot just defied reality and the mystery's resolution was absurd.




    > The characters were undeveloped- their motives unclear at best. Characterization drives a plot; If you don't care about the characters, then you can't care about what happens to them. 




    > The storyline pacing lost a lot of its footing when the rising action bogged down in redundancy of repeating the same dialogue in various scenarios (adding new meaning to "padding"). 




    > Editing was lacking, grammatical errors as well as with sequencing of events.




    > Chapters didn't segue well, as if chapters were written independently of the preceding ones then slapped together, resulting in a lack of cohesiveness. Very convoluted novel.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 18, 2013

    Fantastic. I couldn't put the book down.

    This mystery kept me turning the pages certain that I had figured it all out only to discover I was so wrong. It takes place on a rocky island in the Northwest with a hnnd full of strange people,a spooky deserted mental hospital and a large old and strange house.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 12, 2012

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    Disappointed

    I found this book very disappointing. The first half of the book was boring with all the background info. Seemed to go on and on without really saying much. Kept reading, even though many times I about gave up. The second half would have been classic Lisa Jackson had it not felt rushed to the finish line. The love story was sort of unbelievable and if I ever hear the word "gaslighting " in a book again I'll throw it away! My suggestion is save your money for one of the books in her series which are always good.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2014

    Too loong

    I also found the beginning too long, repetatve, bogged down. Halfway through it got better. Felt one of two were involved but was surprised at third. Was suspensfil from middle to page turningend.

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  • Posted January 20, 2014

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    Reviewed by April Book provided by the publisher for review Revi

    Reviewed by April
    Book provided by the publisher for review
    Review originally posted at Romancing the Book


    If you are looking for a book that will leave your head reeling, heart pounding and have you glued to the pages, You Don’t Want to Know by Lisa Jackson is the perfect book for you!

    Lisa Jackson has an amazing talent for weaving tales of suspense, thrills and the unthinkable into explosive stories that engage and hold a reader’s attention from beginning to end.  When I first began reading You Don’t Want to Know, I knew that I was going to love it.  I was not disappointed!  For me, this story had a certain gothic feel to it, which was unique and appealing.  The idea of a mother’s struggle of coming to terms with a disappearing child is one that touched deep into my heart.  As  a mother myself, I cannot imagine the earth alternating terror of such a thing happening.  Ms. Jackson takes this idea and soars with it; combining psychological torture and trauma and an entire cast of characters that are shifty, questionable and distrusting.  Add a liberal dose of murder, the macabre, and a dash of romance and you have yourself an unforgettable story!

    Filled with constant twists, turns and questions, You Don’t Want to Know is a rather exhausting read.  I do not mean that in a bad way, at all.  In fact the reason I say it is exhausting is for the fact that when I read a story of suspense, I find myself trying to figure out the “whys” and “hows” as I read along.  I want to have the questions answered and the mystery figured out before I reach the end of the story (I think it is some weird “beat the author in their own game” thing, who knows, lol).  With You Don’t Want to Know, just when I had something figured out – or so I thought – something totally out of the blue was thrown in and burst my bubble.  There are truly an unending amount of things going on in this story and it is wonderfully delightful!  I LOVED the fact that there were things that I could not figure out until the very end.  I LOVED the fact that Ms. Jackson created such an unpredictable story and I LOVED the fact that the author created such dramatic characters that I had such a love or hatred for them.

    There is a large pool of characters within this story.  Each plays a very vital part and had very unique and stand out personalities.  Though there are several players, they are very easy to keep track of and not mix up – I think that is simply because the author has written them in such a way that each one is very memorable in and of themselves.  I really found myself connecting to Ava, the main character.  Her inner torment was incredibly profound and the way she develops from fragile to amazingly strong throughout the story was a highlight for me.  Her husband, Wyatt, I despised; her cousin Jewel-Anne, I despised; her best friend, Tanya, I loved; the mysterious Dern, I adored.  I could go on and on, but will stop there.  Just know that when you read You Don’t Want to Know, you will be able to quickly and easily embrace the characters and either want to slap them or hug them.

    Within this story, there is another bit of a sub-story about a vicious and deadly lunatic that escaped the asylum on the island where Neptune’s Gate (Ava’s home) stands.  This lends an important aspect as well and adds to the ever-growing and churning questions.  There is also a bit of sexual tension and romantic sparks between Ava and Dern, which I enjoyed.  Honestly, about the only thing that I wanted to scream in pain about was the constant use of the word “gaslighting”.  I understand that this is what Ava thought was being done to her, but I truly wanted to scream after about the 5th use of the word.  Petty, yes.  Substantial, no.  It is something that is not a huge deal, but did bug me a bit.

    Do I recommend You Don’t Want to Know?  Absolutely yes!  It is an incredible read by an amazingly talented author.  The story will keep you guessing and though I did have a couple of things figured out, there was MUCH that I did not.  The ending is tight and will leave the reader satisfied – at least it did me.  So, if you are looking for a story of suspense, thrills, psychological highs and lows, a dash of romance and tons surprises, go out and grab a copy of this now!

    Favorite Quote:  Murky and roiling, the waters were as uncertain and cold as her own future.  She shuddered involuntarily because she sensed, just beneath the dark surface, the truth was rising, fangs sharpened, jaws open.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2014

    An island north of Seattle in autumn is the perfect setting for

    An island north of Seattle in autumn is the perfect setting for this finely plotted mystery.
    Ava Church Garrison, majority owner of the family estate and formerly a sharp businesswoman, is a shadow of her former self. She wants to remember what’s happened since her son disappeared two years ago – but the time in mental hospitals, the counseling, and the medication seem to only compound her problems. Who can she trust? Her husband, cousins, and staff each seem to have their own agenda, and Ava’s well-being isn’t on it.
    In the midst of a hallucination Ava runs off a dock and is rescued by a new employee. Austin Dern has been hired by Ava’s husband to care for the horses and “keep an eye on Ava”. In addition to his assigned duties, he’s trying to confirm sightings of a murderer that escaped from a mental hospital on the island several years ago – an escape that led to the closure of the now abandoned facility. 
    Well-crafted characters from Ava’s relatives to detectives kept me turning the pages far into the night. 

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