Title:
All Her Secrets
Author:
Kate Avery Ellison
Publisher:
Self-Published
Release
Date: October 18, 2016
Genre:
Young Adult Psychological Thriller
ISBN:
9780998103907
Nothing
is as it seems in this psychological YA thriller set in a
not-too-distant future.
A
GIRL WITH SECRETS
Eighteen-year-old
Victoria, the daughter of inventor and visionary-genius Bill Faraday,
was almost murdered by a stranger four years ago. She's been trying
to forget the incident ever since.
When
Victoria discovers something that might explain why she was brutally
attacked, she heads home from college to uncover the truth. Then,
she’s kidnapped.
A
GUY FROM THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS
Sam’s
just a poor kid from Toivo, an experimental utopia gone wrong, but he
knows who Victoria is as soon as his cousin Craig drags her from the
trees. He doesn’t want anything to do with what appears to be a
revenge kidnapping, but Craig has a gun and needs someone to take the
fall if things go wrong.
A
DESPERATE PLAN TO SURVIVE
Craig
and his buddies imprison Sam and Victoria in an abandoned mountain
cabin to await ransom. Putting aside mistrust for tentative
friendship, Victoria and Sam conspire to escape together, and the
close quarters ignite a startling attraction between them. Then they
discover strange tunnels beneath the cabin. And what they find inside
the tunnels proves more bizarre.
With
a plan in place to escape, freedom seems within reach. But Sam and
Victoria are both keeping secrets about their past.
And
secrets can be deadly.
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You’re
never prepared for the sound of someone breaking down your front
door.
The
wood splinters, the sound like a bone snapping. The doorknob hits the
wall. My adrenaline is a gunshot to my chest.
BAM.
For
a moment, I am perfectly still, the frog in the flashlight beam. My
book falls onto the covers with a muffled thump. My hands are shaking
and my vision is blurry. I can’t breathe right. This doesn’t feel
real, but I know it is.
We
have a security system, state of the art, but it doesn’t go off.
Why doesn’t it go off?
More
splintering sounds, a loud thud, a slam. Footsteps.
I
hear voices.
I
run toward the window. It doesn’t have a latch. It isn’t supposed
to open. Of course not. I hit it with the heels of my hands, but I
know the glass won’t break, because it is bulletproof.
They
had to have heard that. I have to get out of here now.
I
kick the glass so hard I fall back on the bed. When I push myself up,
somebody’s in the doorway.
Everything
slows down and becomes painfully distinct.
He’s
not tall, but he’s muscled, with a blunt, square face. The dark
shape of him in my doorway is foreign and wrong, like a spider in the
shower. He’s blocking the hall, and behind him, I barely hear the
shatter of things falling in the kitchen over the roaring of blood in
my ears.
He’s
looking at me, and I’m looking at him. My mind jumps ahead to what
is going to happen next, but then I stop thinking about that because
I’m not going to give up yet. The feeling surges inside me, a wave
of fierce and terrible protest.
He
yells something to someone in another room, but I can’t understand
him. My brain has stopped processing language. Instead, I’m seeing
the room around me. The exits. There’s no door out except the one
he’s standing in. I can’t run through the walls.
I’m
trapped.
The
world slows down. Time feels like cement, and every eye blink takes a
thousand years. I reach behind me and grab anything I can reach—a
hairbrush. It’s the most worthless weapon in the world, but I
clutch it to my chest like it’s a knife. I’m thinking, WHERE IS
MY CELL PHONE?
I
can’t breathe.
A
girl steps into the doorway beside the guy. She has dark brown hair
and a flawlessly beautiful face, but her smile is angry. A toboggan
hat is pulled down almost to her eyebrows, and she’s wearing
slouchy torn jeans. She’s chewing gum, and she blows a bright pink
bubble as she points at me. Her fingernails are painted sky blue.
They
come around the bed. I back up to the wall. My heart slams against my
ribs.
Fight,
flight, or freeze. Those are my options. I can’t flee, so fight or
freeze?
I
pick fight.
About
Kate Avery Ellison:
Kate
Avery Ellison decided she wanted to be an author when she was five
years old, and with hard work, determination, and the support of
loved ones along the way, her dreams of telling stories for a living
came true in 2011 with her first novel, The Curse Girl, and continued
with her Amazon bestselling series The Frost Chronicles and numerous
other fantasy and science fiction novels. She loves putting a dash of
mystery in everything she writes, an ode to her childhood spent
reading Nancy Drew, Agatha Christie, and Sherlock Holmes, and she
can’t resist adding a good twist in the story wherever she can.
Kate
wishes she could live in a place where it’s always October, but
until that’s possible, she makes her home in humid Atlanta with her
husband, son, and two spoiled cats. When she isn’t dreaming up her
next novel or holed up writing it down, Kate can be found binging her
favorite shows on Netflix, reading on her Kindle, building intricate
train track configurations with her toddler, and playing board games
with her husband and friends.
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