Nina Laurin Ordine dei libri (cronologico)

The latest thrilling and intense psychological suspense from the bestselling author of Girl Last Seen follows a rural town in Quebec as it grapples with long-buried secrets.

BLACK MIRROR meets Darcy Coates in this exploration of the dangerous, dark side of beauty in the digital age, with a gothic, haunted-house setting. When Izzy is dragged from Brooklyn to a tiny town for her parents' new job, she's not thrilled. The silver lining is the gorgeous old mansion she's moved into: the former home of an artist's muse who died tragically in a fire. But the house has its quirks: whole floors are closed off, paintings are covered up, and cell reception is nonexistent. Izzy throws herself into starting an Instagram fashion account using the gowns and jewelry she finds hidden away in the house. She looks perfect in the photos--almost unnaturally perfect--and they quickly go viral. Soon she's got a new best friend, a potential boyfriend, and is surrounded by a group of girls who want the photoshoots and fame for themselves. But there's a darkness in the house, and a darkness growing in Izzy, too. When girls start dying, it's clear that something--or someone--in the house is growing in power, with deadly intentions.

I look up at the TV screen, and my twin brother's face is splashed across it, life-size. It's a shock that makes my breath catch. This is my brother as an adult, my brother who I last saw fifteen years ago after the fire that killed our parents, covered in soot, clutching a lighter in his hand, his knuckles stark white against the dirt and ash. Everyone always said he'd grow up to be a heartbreaker. But his face has gone gaunt instead. The stubble on his cheeks and chin is patchy, and his eyes look dull and dark. My first thought is that it's not him. Not my beautiful brother, the golden boy who everyone loved. Yet, deep down, I've always known this would eventually happen. What did you do this time, Eli? What the hell did you do?

She lived there before you. What happened to her?A gripping new psychological thriller from the bestselling author of Girl Last Seen and The Starter Wife.

Zwei ungleiche Zwillinge, ein kindlicher Mörder, atemberaubende Spannung aus Kanada: Nach ihrem Erfolg „ESCAPE - Wenn die Angst dich einholt“ legt Nina Laurin einen noch raffinierteren Psycho-Thriller vor. “... wird polizeilich gesucht. Falls Sie etwas über den Aufenthalt des Verdächtigen wissen, rufen Sie bitte folgende Nummer …”Ich wende meinen Blick abrupt zum Fernseher und sehe das Gesicht meines Zwillingsbruders, in Lebensgröße. Es ist ein Schock, der mir den Atem raubt. Hier ist mein Bruder, den ich zum letzten Mal vor 15 Jahren sah - nach dem Brand, der unsere Eltern tötete. Rußbedeckt, die Hand um ein Feuerzeug gekrampft, die Knöchel hoben sich weiß ab von Staub und Asche.Alle haben gesagt, er würde mal ein Herzensbrecher. Doch sein Gesicht ist jetzt eingefallen, Bartstoppeln bedecken Kinn und Wangen, seine Augen sehen stumpf aus.Mein erster Gedanke: Er ist es nicht. Nicht mein schöner Bruder, der Golden Boy, den jeder liebte. Aber tief in meinem Inneren wusste ich immer, dass dies geschehen würde.Was hast du diesmal getan, Eli? Was zum Teufel hast du getan? „Niemand ist besser darin, den Leser zu narren, als Nina Laurin. Kein Spannungs-Fan, kein Liebhaber von Psycho-Thrillern sollte sich dies entgehen lassen!“ New York Journal of Books

Two missing girls. Thirteen years apart. An intense psychological thriller for readers of I Am Watching You, The Luckiest Girl Alive, and All the Missing Girls. Olivia Shaw has been missing since last Tuesday. She was last seen outside the entrance of her elementary school in Hunts Point wearing a white spring jacket, blue jeans, and pink boots. I force myself to look at the face in the photo, into her slightly smudged features, and I can't bring myself to move. Olivia Shaw could be my mirror image, rewound to thirteen years ago. If you have any knowledge of Olivia Shaw's whereabouts or any relevant information, please contact... I've spent a long time peering into the faces of girls on missing posters, wondering which one replaced me in that basement. But they were never quite the right age, the right look, the right circumstances. Until Olivia Shaw, missing for one week tomorrow. Whoever stole me was never found. But since I was taken, there hasn't been another girl. And now there is.