The Grip Lit Collection: The Sisters, Mother, Mother and Dark Rooms
Shocking, compelling and unputdownable – 3 psychological thrillers that will leave you sleeping with the light on…THE SISTERSOne lied. One died.After a tragic accident, still haunted by her twin sister’s death, Abi is making a fresh start in Bath. But when she meets siblings Bea and Ben, she is quickly drawn into their privileged and unsettling circle.When one sister lies, she must protect her secret at all costs.As Abi tries to keep up with the demands of her fickle friends, strange things start to happen – precious letters go missing and threatening messages are left in her room. Is this the work of the beautiful and capricious Bea? Or is Abi willing to go to any lengths to get attention?When the truth outs, will either sister survive?MOTHER, MOTHERMeet the Hurst Family.Meet Violet Hurst -16 years old, beautiful and brilliant. So why is she being accused of being a danger to herself and others?Meet her brother Will Hurst – the smartest and sweetest twelve-year old boy around. But does he really need all that medication he is being told to take?Meet oldest sister Rose – the one who got away. She disappeared one night in her final year of school, never to be heard from again.DARK ROOMSThe first time I saw my sister after she died was at the Fourth of July party. I felt someone behind me and my flesh started prickling. My skin recognized her before I did, rippling once then tightening on my bones.My sister, Nica.Grace spent her teenage years playing catch-up with her younger but cooler sister, Nica. Chasing and yet never quite catching up. So when Nica is murdered, Grace is cast adrift until it becomes clear to her that she must track down her sister’s killer – and in doing so, uncover the secrets she never knew her sister kept.
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THE GRIP LIT COLLECTION
The Sisters by Claire Douglas
Mother, Mother by Koren Zailckas
Dark Rooms by Lili Anolik
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The Sisters by Claire Douglas Copyright © Claire Douglas 2015 Claire Douglas asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
Mother, Mother by Koren Zailckas Copyright © Koren Zailckas 2014 Koren Zailckas asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
Dark Rooms by Lili Anolik Copyright © Lili Anolik 2015 Lili Anolik asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780007594429; 9780007547395; 9780007563357
Ebook Edition © May 2016 ISBN: 9780008200183
Version: 2016-04-05
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
The News Building
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2015
Copyright © Claire Douglas 2015
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2015
Cover photographs © Andy & Michelle Kerry / Trevillion Images (main image); Jack Cox - Travel Pics Pro / Alamy (white shoes); Vaida Abdul / Arcangel Images (yellow shoes).
Claire Douglas asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBN: 9780007594412
Ebook Edition © August 2015 ISBN: 9780007594429
Version 2016-04-05
In memory of my brother, David, and for my sister, Sam
I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.
Emily Dickinson
… we’re twins, and so we love each other more than other people …
Louisa May Alcott, Little Men
Contents
I see her everywhere.
She’s in the window of the Italian restaurant on the corner of my street. She has a glass of wine in her hand, something sparkly like Prosecco, and her head is thrown back in laughter, her blonde bob cupping her heart-shaped face, her emerald eyes crinkling.
She’s trying to cross the road, chewing her bottom lip in concentration as she waits patiently for a pause in the traffic, her trusty brown satchel swinging from the crook of her arm.
She’s running for a bus in black sandals and skinny jeans, wire-framed glasses pushed back on to bedhead hair.
And each time I see her I begin to rush towards her, arm automatically rising to attract her attention. Because in that fraction of a second I forget everything. In that small sliver of time she’s still alive. And then the memory washes over me in a tsunami of emotion so I’m engulfed by it. The realization that it’s not her, that it can never be her.
