In the tradition of I Know What You Did Last Summer and How to Get Away with Murder, five teens must overcome their paranoia in order to keep their teacher’s death a secret in this fast-paced suspense thriller.
Nothing ruins summer vacation like a secret…especially when it involves a dead teacher.
Ivy used to be on top of the social ladder, until her ex made that all go away. She has a chance to be Queen Bee again, but only if the rest of the group can keep quiet.
Tyler has always been a bad boy, but lately he’s been running low on second chances. There’s no way he’s going to lose everything because someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut.
Kinley wouldn’t describe herself as perfect, though everyone else would. But perfection comes at a price, and there is nothing she wouldn’t do to keep her perfect record—one that doesn’t include murder charges.
Mattie is only in town for the summer. He wasn’t looking to make friends, and he definitely wasn’t looking to be involved in a murder. He’s also not looking to be riddled with guilt for the rest of his life…but to prevent that he’ll have to turn them all in.
Cade couldn’t care less about the body, or about the pact to keep the secret. The only way to be innocent is for someone else to be found guilty. Now he just has to decide who that someone will be.
With the police hot on the case, they don’t have much time to figure out how to trust each other. But in order to take the lead, you have to be first in line…and that’s the quickest way to get stabbed in the back.
|Product dimensions:||5.80(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.30(d)|
|Age Range:||14 Years|
About the Author
Amanda K. Morgan lives in Nashville, Tennessee. She is the author of After Hours under the name Claire Kennedy as well as Secrets, Lies, and Scandals and Such a Good Girl.
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Secrets, Lies, and Scandals
There should be more blood.
He lay there, sprawled across the floor, his lips parted as if he were about to speak. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t even breathing. His left eye was partially open, revealing a half-moon of jelly-white eyeball.
Her breath caught somewhere deep in her throat and stuck there, a hard knot just below her vocal chords. She pressed her hand against her chest and swallowed, over and over again. She wouldn’t be sick. She couldn’t. Not here. Not now.
When someone dies, there should be more blood.