Eye Candy

Eye Candy

by R. L. Stine

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ISBN-13: 9780345466938
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/28/2004
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 641,238
Product dimensions: 6.86(w) x 4.24(h) x 0.89(d)

About the Author

R. L. Stine has written more than two hundred thrillers and horror novels for children, teenagers, and adults. His Goosebumps series is recognized by Guinness World Records as the bestselling book series in history—and has sold more than 350 million copies. His work has been translated into twenty-eight languages. R. L. lives in New York City with his wife, Jane, and his dog, Minnie.


New York, New York

Date of Birth:

October 8, 1943

Place of Birth:

Columbus, Ohio


B.A., Ohio State University, 1965

Read an Excerpt

I don’t like the way you’re looking at me,” she said.
I lowered my cup of coffee. I kept my eyes on her. “Like how?”
“Like that. Sort of . . . intense.”
I smiled. “I’m an intense sort of guy, Alesha.”
She spun her cup between her hands, returning my stare. “What do you do, anyway?”
“This and that. Actually, I’m a Web site developer. You know. The tech side.”
No point in telling her the truth at this point.
She had coffeecake crumbs on her bottom lip. I wanted to lick them off. She had a nice, full mouth. I liked her eyes, too. Gray-green with yellow flecks, like sunshine.
She licked her lips clean. “Did you work on the dating Web site? You know. The one where we met?”
I shook my head. “Not that one. But I worked on some others. Consulting, mostly.”
Consulting sounds like hot shit.
I could see her thinking, “He must be pretty successful. ” She narrowed her eyes, trying to decide how much I make.
She had a pretty face, with those great eyes and that pouty, full mouth. I’d seen her as soon as I walked into Starbucks, and I’d hoped she was Alesha.
Please—not the one with the ring in her nose, I’d thought. I can’t stand that. It makes my whole face hurt to think about it. And when I talk to someone with a pierced tongue, it takes all my willpower not to heave my lunch.
When Alesha turned out to be the pretty one, I almost cheered. I’ve done a lot of these Internet dating hookups, and so far I’ve been pretty lucky. No Kennel Club members, if you know what I mean.
“What are you thinking about?” Alesha’s voice broke into my thoughts.
I pushed my finger through a tiny puddle of water on the table. “How about some dinner?”
She tilted her head, as if she had to consider it. “Well . . . okay. Great.”
It was only supposed to be a coffee date. You know, a meet-and-greet kinda thing. But I could tell she was into me. And I just kept staring at those dark red lips. I pictured them doing all kinds of things to me.
A squirrely-looking guy with long strands of greasy, brown hair leaned over the table next to us, banging away on a laptop. Was that supposed to be impressive or something? Why couldn’t he do it at home? He’s wireless . . . and he’s clueless, I thought, as Alesha and I squeezed past him.
We stepped out onto Broadway. I let her go first so I could check out her ass. Not bad. She was wearing those low-riding black pants—not too tight but tight enough.
The wind gusted, blowing her chestnut hair back. It was cold for May, no real sign of spring except for the cherry and apple trees in Riverside Park going all pink and white. It had rained earlier, and the sidewalk was still puddled and shiny.
She struggled to pull her hair into place. “Where do you want to go to eat?”
“We’re almost to Eighty-eighth Street. Let’s try to get into Aix,” I said.
She frowned. “It’s always so crowded.”
“It’s early. Maybe we’ll get lucky.” I flashed her my best smile. “I’m a lucky kinda guy.”
She smiled back with that lovely mouth. Another strong gust flapped my raincoat and blew back the canvas bag she was carrying. She pulled it close to her, and that’s when I first noticed her hands, and I felt a little sick inside.
Hands like a truck driver.
I took her to dinner anyway, but now I was a little off my game. I kept glancing at her hands, and I knew the current was going against me.
We sat at a red banquette near the back. She kept her hands below the table, and I made it through dinner. Actually, it was pleasant. I tried hard to revive.
She ordered a glass of some blush wine, and I asked for a Ketel One on the rocks. I could see her expression change when I ordered it. Maxim had it on their ten-most-impress-others list, and I trust them.
The restaurant filled up quickly. It’s hard to find good gourmet food on the West Side of New York, so this place caught on fast. I bring women here a lot, and they always like it.
The middle-aged couple in the next banquette were arguing loudly over whether to get their dog clipped. The old guy was so heated about not trimming the dog, I thought he might stroke out or something.
“So I’m a nurse,” Alesha said, after the food arrived— lamb chops for me, soft-shelled crabs for her. A little early in the season for soft-shelled crabs, if you ask me. “I’m at Roosevelt. You know. Here on the West Side.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said, salting my chops. “From your profile online. You wrote that you’re a nurse. Does that mean you can get all the drugs you want?”
She laughed. She thought I was joking.
I hated her laugh. It was Mom’s laugh exactly.
Uh-oh. Mom’s laugh and those Hulk Hogan hands. I knew where this evening was heading.
She kept putting her big hand on top of mine, squeezing my skin, smiling at me with those beautiful lips, giving me the look. You know. The look that says, “We’re going to end up in my apartment.”
Which we did.
It was only a couple of blocks away on Ninetieth and Amsterdam. A pretty big place, airy, with high ceilings, but shabby. The furniture must have come off the street, and nothing interesting hung on the faded walls, just a framed museum print, some Van Gogh thing I’ve seen a million times.
“How old are you anyway?” Alesha asked, narrowing those eyes at me.
“Twenty-five.” This time I told the truth.
“An older man,” she whispered. “I’m twenty-three.” And then she started kissing me, kissing my face, her lips warm and kinda spongey. Kissing me and making these soft, moaning sounds, biting my ear and holding me, those big mitts against my back.
She pulled me into her bedroom. We sat at the foot of her bed. A blue-and-white quilt in a Quaker design spread out on the bed. A tiny TV almost lost in the piles of clutter on her dresser.
She’s so hot. Kissing me and whispering my name.
I could overlook the laugh. But the hands just made me sick.
“Yes, yes,” I whispered. “Alesha . . . yes . . .”
I wrapped my hands around her throat. Gently at first, and then I began to squeeze.
I brought my thumbs up and pressed them hard into her larynx. It took her so long to realize what was happening, and then it was too late.
I pressed my thumbs in hard and tightened my hands.
She had no air. Her eyes bulged wide and gazed up at me, as if she was asking me a question. But she had no air. And she couldn’t struggle for long. My hands are so strong, and the thumbs do the damage very quickly.
She went limp and stopped breathing.
She was dead but I kept squeezing . . . squeezing. My hands hurt but I kept squeezing. Because I wanted her eyes to pop out. Just like in the cartoons. I love cartoons. I think they’re so funny. If I had a little brother, I’d sit and watch cartoons with him, and we’d both laugh till we peed.
But Mom only had me.
I squeezed till I couldn’t squeeze anymore, but the eyes didn’t pop. I knew Alesha would disappoint me. What a shame.
I let go and her body collapsed onto the quilt. I struggled to catch my breath. My heart was pounding in my chest. I hadn’t been to the gym for a few days. Guess I should go more often.
After a minute or so, I began to feel normal. I hoisted myself off the edge of the bed, clenched and unclenched my hands, trying to work the pain out. Then I stepped into the small, windowless kitchen, no bigger than a closet.
She didn’t have much of a knife collection. But I found a serrated bread knife I figured would do the job. Rubbing the blade gently against my thumb, I returned to the bedroom, steamy now. I hadn’t noticed the ugly flowered wallpaper.
I held the knife in my right hand and grabbed one of her hands in my left. The hand was limp, the arm heavy. I struggled to get a good grip. Then I began sawing off her fingers, one by one.
I finished the right hand, then went to work on the left. She didn’t bleed very much, I guess because she was dead. The fingers felt like asparagus. Real easy to cut.
I realized I had a big smile on my face, so wide my cheeks hurt. Now you have nice small hands, I thought.
But what to do with the fingers?
I counted them—eight fingers. I didn’t want the thumbs.
I couldn’t decide where to put them, so I jammed them into my raincoat pocket. I left a note, explaining why she had to die. I didn’t mention her laugh, just the big hands.
Then I hurried out of the building, a light rain starting to fall, the wind still gusting. I made my way home to my apartment and sat down at the computer without even taking off my raincoat.
Back to the personals site where I found Alesha. After all, there are plenty more women looking for a good time. . . .

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Eye Candy 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 24 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Don't listen to the review below. the only way it was predictable is if you read ahead. Eye Candy was suspenseful, and kept you guessing. Definately one of the best R. L. Stine books.
Jacey25 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
There doesn't seem to be much discernable difference between Stine's writing for adults & teenagers. This book can be read in an evening easily but will be a huge waste of time. Just very sophmoric and weak writing, plot & character-wise.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. It is suspenseful and rather spooky since it really could happen today!! Thanks Mr. Stine!!
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I'm a long time fan of R.L. Stine, ever since goosebumps. I really enjoyed the writing his characters were very realistic. But the story as a whole didn't make sense to me. The ending was very surprising but was it plausible? I don't know. Well I'm still a fan, despite the flaws I was hooked by the story, very relevant for the times.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good read until the end. The ending was unexpected but nobody actually died.
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jack konstantinidis More than 1 year ago
this was such a great book!!'''
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Guest More than 1 year ago
In eye candy, beautiful lindy is hunted down by a man. Lindy's husband dies and a year later she is living with two other female friends and dating online. Lindy is more then beautiful young lady that wants someone to make her happy but now that she started dating online, she gets these creepy phone calls from one of the guys. As Lindy starts to get a clue who it is, Lou, Mary Annie¿s boyfriend, starts approaching her in a sexual matter. For example, outside the apartment one night Lou grabs Lindy breasts and starts trying to make out with her. And what¿s worst then that, at work Lindy¿s stupid co-worker starts stealing all her credit and work. For example, she was suppose to print up a copy of the playwright for Lindy but `accidentally¿ forgot which got Lindy into trouble, again. ------------- My favorite part of this book was the ending because it seemed like the ending would never come. Do not get me wrong, this book is awesome but it was too long for the story line. The story just drug on and on, for example, like when it explains in great detail of the dates she went on. R.L.Stine is a great author but I would say this is not at all his best work. I liked the storyline a lot, the suspense of seeing who the creepy-dater had me feeling I had butterflys in my stomach.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love this book but it had some very bad elements in it and very foul language. I am not used to this from R.L Stine. I have always read Fear Street books. I think it has a great story line but I am ten years old and I Don't want to hear about this stuff. I am a Christian 'shun me if you must' and this book was totally inapropriat for what I believe as an individual but it was a great book and very unpredictable.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I like this book because, it's where I was at in life. Even though it was fiction- my life was just as real except no crazy fans ready to kill. I love R. L. Stines- I always feel like a kids when I read his books since I was so hooked on his Goosebump series!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I finished this book in 2 days, it was really good. Talk about a suprise ending! After the first chapter, I was hooked!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I think R.L. Stine's attempt at an adult book was pretty successful. It had the atmosphere of his other novels, with more wit. I liked that there was more adult themes for a more mature audience. The suspense, in my opinion, was excellent. There were many twists and turns throughout the novel and it will keep you guessing. It was fast paced and you got to know all the characters really well!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is such a great show and i feel so bad for jer little sister but i think shes dead and that cop that is pertecting her is also going to die........ he is so sexy
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
SPOILER ALERT in the movie her sister gets kidnapped and another girl who had dissapeared she tries to find was almost killed by this guy she met online it is a very good movie
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was no different than the fear street novels that I read as a young teenager except for the foul langauage. It is just too predicitable, you just know whats gonna happen if you are a R.L. Stine fan.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought this book was really great. I have mever been the type of peorson ro sit down and just read a book. With RL Stines book Eye Candy i did. This book has unexspected things and chaange of events hapen. There are love hate relationhips and exsiting details. Not only does this book keep you reading it also keeps you wondering... who will she end up with which guys killing all theese girls and why would he do it over such little things. E personaly LOVED this book. I will Defanatly read this again. If you get tje chance to read this i recomend you to. This book showes a sign of much intalect. R. L. Stine is realu moving away rom the childrens books. He eve moves away from his usual Fear Street seiries. Me being 14 and loving thi book says alot i apretiate th thime yo have taken to reAd my reveiw and i thatnk you.
Guest More than 1 year ago
R.L Stine did a pretty good job writing this book. I loved the ending when he revealed that Shelly was a crazed writer, thinking that his works were reality. BUT, I did not like the very end when he shows up on the beach. That was VERY wierd and the worst part in the story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
When I began reading this book, I thought I had a grasp on what the writing style was going to be. However, shortly into the book, I figured out how wrong I was. This book is dull with description, dialogue, and character development. Instead of thought-provoking passages and vivid detail, it throws in some swear words and sex references and calls it advanced literature. The dialogue is also rough and harsh in the midst of situations that are quite the opposite. But when the book takes on a faster pace, I find that the author jumbles random thoughts together with needed information. Therefore, it is very hard to decipher what is actually important to the story, and what is just junk. The characters are the trash that you would find in a dark alley drinking and tossing around metal bats for fun. I do not connect, nor admire any of the traits that these characters possess. Furthermore, their qualities are shown through actions that can be interpreted in different ways. For example, they refer to their dates with derogatory terms and crude language. One may find this inappropriate, while somebody else may find it a good way to build up character. It depends on how moral of a person you are, and what you consider a friend. This book really graded on my nerves. R.L. Stine should know better. I hope not to come across a book of this quality again.