Hollywood history, mystery, murder, mayhem, and delicious romance collide in this unputdownable thriller from master storyteller Katie Alender.
Willa is freaking out. It seems like she's seeing things. Like a dead body in her swimming pool. Frantic messages on her walls. A reflection that is not her own. It's almost as if someone -- or something -- is trying to send her a message.Meanwhile, a killer is stalking Los Angeles -- a killer who reenacts famous movie murder scenes. Could Willa's strange visions have to do with these unsolved murders? Or is she going crazy? And who can she confide in? There's Marnie, her new friend who may not be totally trustworthy. And there's Reed, who's ridiculously handsome and seems to get Willa. There's also Wyatt, who's super smart but unhealthily obsessed with the Hollywood Killer.All Willa knows is, she has to confront the possible-ghost in her house, or she just might lose her mind . . . or her life.Acclaimed author Katie Alender puts an unforgettable twist on this spine-chilling tale of murder, mystery, mayhem -- and the movies. Praise for Katie Alender"In the classic tradition of Stephen King, Alender will have you sleeping with the lights on." -- Margaret Stohl and Kami Garcia, NYT bestselling authors of the Beautiful Creatures seriesPraise for MARIE ANTOINETTE, SERIAL KILLER"A story that mixes slice-of-life teen drama with supernatural menace, infused with the sights, sounds, and tastes of a Paris that comes to life in the process." --PUBLISHERS WEEKLY"All the flavor of a macaron, bound by a ganache of sweet, supernatural grit." --KIRKUS REVIEWS
Katie Alender is the acclaimed author of several novels for young adults, including the Bad Girls Don't Die series, Marie Antoinette, Serial Killer, Famous Last Words, The Dead Girls of Hysteria Hall, and The Companion, which won the Edgar Award for Young Adult Fiction. Katie lives in Los Angeles with her family. From FAMOUS LAST WORDSI prepared to plunge under again and swim back to the shallow end. Then something brushed my ankle. I yelped in surprise and spun around, treading water as I searched for whatever had touched me. Nothing -- there was nothing. It must have been bubbles, a random current -- maybe a sunken palm frond. But then I felt it again. Only this time it took hold. And pulled me under. Fear and adrenaline burst through me in a massive soul-shaking pulse. My heart slammed around in my chest like it was trying to break out of my ribcage. Then something grabbed my other foot. It happened so fast that I didn't even process it as something that was really happening. Because it couldn't be happening -- it wasn't happening -- Only it was. I tried to kick free, but my legs were held fast. I managed to flail one hand above the surface of the water before being yanked down toward the blue-tiled bottom of the pool. My brain was on red-alert, acting on a purely animal instinct. THIS IS NOT OKAY. I thrashed and grabbed at my ankles in an attempt to pry off whatever had wrapped around them. But I couldn't free myself, because as far as I could see, there was nothing to free myself from -- not another person. Not a rope or piece of plastic. Not even a nightmarish monster. There was only water, and the sharp outlines of my own body as I flipped and struggled. Panicked, I looked up toward the sky -- and saw another person in the pool. For the briefest second I thought it was someone else swimming, and I wondered wildly why they wouldn't help me. But then it hit me with ironclad certainty -- this person wasn't swimming. They were floating. And it wasn't a person. . . . It was a corpse. Praise for Katie Alender"In the classic tradition of Stephen King, Alender will have you sleeping with the lights on." -- Margaret Stohl and Kami Garcia, NYT bestselling authors of the Beautiful Creatures seriesPraise for MARIE A
