Except Sonny never comes home. And a new note arrives: YOUR TURN
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My Book Review
Natasha Preston makes Valentines Day look a lot more sinister in her latest release, Wish You Were Mine. Readers are going to be hanging by the edge of their seats wondering who is going to be next to get a secret card. And this my friends will have you squirming in your seats! If you are a fan of Natasha's previous novels (which I loved and devoured) then you are going to love her latest release! So grab your copy today.
Read an Excerpt
I breathe in deep through my nose and out through my mouth—an exercise my therapist taught me when I started to feel like I was going to fall apart. I can slowly feel myself start to relax when the doorbell rings.
Sighing, I get up. My housemates must’ve forgotten their keys or be carrying too many bags to unlock the door.
I glance through the window, but no one is there.
Another doorbell ditch?
My blood runs cold as I open the door.
An envelope is sitting on our mat. The world turns mute as the blood rushes to my ears. Bending down, I scoop up the envelope. It’s addressed to Isaac. And it looks like exactly the one that came for Sonny.
I turn it over and pull out the note. My hands are shaking as I read:
“Isaac!” rips from my throat.
“What?” he calls from his room down the hall. My voice is trapped in my throat as I look up and down the street. There are still a few folks leaving flowers, looking at the makeshift memorial in front of our house. Did one of them do this? Did one of them see who left the note? I feel so exposed. Vulnerable.
I draw back inside and shut the door, trembling.
Isaac’s footsteps thud from his bedroom into the foyer. “Lylah, what?” His face falls and his eyes widen as he sees what’s in my hand. “Is that another note?”
Nodding, I hand it to him.
“Jesus,” he whispers. “Who was it addressed to?”
I look up at him, my vision blurring with tears. “You.”
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