Ergebnis für "The Letters" in Domestic Thriller

Epic and atmospheric, this addictive debut novel takes us into an intoxicating world of old money, privilege, and family intrigue as a young heiress must return home from a decade-long exile to face the powerful enemies arrayed against her, including those within her own family.

For Bridget, a weekend ski trip to the mountains with her two friends, former cheerleading captain Larissa and shy and nerdy Cleo, seems like the perfect way to escape from life’s problems. But things go off the rails fast when a flat tire leaves them stranded and in need of help. They’re only ten miles from their destination, Larissa’s handsome and rich boyfriend Leo’s mountain chalet, and all they need is a quick tire change to get them there. When the tow truck arrives, it feels like a huge relief.

Fake death. Fake prison sentence. Fake bank. Real danger. Everyone has a dark past. Mine just happens to be from a few days ago. The girls' trilogy comes to this starting conclusion with big revelations, high stakes, personal discoveries, and of course elaborate schemes!

Fake name. Fake job. Fake boyfriend. Real danger. I still don’t understand how a fun weekend trip could go so very wrong, but I vow to find out what’s happening by any means necessary, even if I have to impersonate someone else at work to do it. My suspicions that I’m caught in the middle of something big are quickly validated in the form of a ten-thousand-dollar bonus check. And then there’s the charming new guy at work, Miles, who I have to assume is another fraud, but he may be useful, and not just for eye candy.

I lied to get a job as a financial planner, and to keep it I have to befriend the two other girls in the office, Alice and Taylor. One's an uptight priss, and the other's a thirsty party girl. When we take a trip to stay at a cabin on a lake, I'll find out I'm not the only one keeping secrets. But it turns out the three of us aren't the only ones in this trendy tourist town. There's our silver fox host who keeps butting in, Taylor's two-faced hookup, and then I keep thinking I'm seeing someone out in the woods. It might be my imagination, until late at night I hear footsteps outside our cabin.