By Julia Heaberlin
In the culture of Lisa Unger’s Beautiful Lies and Nancy Pickard’s The smell of Rain and Lightning comes a twisting, riveting novel of moving belief and shattered lives. Lie Still delves deep into the center of a plush Southern city, the place gossip is foreign money and secrets and techniques kill.
whilst Emily web page and her husband movement from big apple to the rich enclave of Clairmont, Texas, she hopes she will be able to ultimately get away her haunted past—and outrun the anonymous stalker who has been taunting her for years. Pregnant along with her first baby, Emily simply desires to begin over. yet as she is drawn right into a nest of secretive Texas women—and into the unnerving corporation in their queen, Caroline Warwick—Emily reveals that reputation is a truly risky game.
It isn’t lengthy prior to Caroline mysteriously disappears and Emily is dealing with a rash of nameless threats. Are they associated with the lacking Caroline? Or to Emily’s terrifying stumble upon in university, years past? because the darkish fact approximately Caroline emerges, Emily realizes that a few secrets and techniques are very unlikely to hide—and that whoever got here for Caroline is now coming for her.
Praise for Lie Still
“In this engrossing novel of suspense . . . [Heaberlin] expertly spins out a story of lies and deceit that may continue the reader guessing.”—Publishers Weekly
“Heaberlin’s depiction of 1 tight-knit Texas neighborhood is either culturally savvy and politically astute. . . . a gently wrapped package deal of Texas cleaning soap opera, social and political exposé, and well-paced thriller.”—Booklist
“Heaberlin combines a culturally pertinent suspense tale (the plot revolves round the major character’s struggles with the repercussions of an unreported date rape) with satirical observations approximately Texas’ moneyed suburban elite.”—The manhattan Times
“Lie Still mixes critical dialogue approximately ‘the final frontier in crime’ with a twisty-turny secret plot and a forged of eccentric characters.”—Fort worthy Star-Telegram
“Reading a e-book by way of Julia Heaberlin is like listening to your ally let you know a very thorny tale, choked with secrets and techniques and intrigue and human hopes and screw ups. Lie Still is a ebook you need to curl up with for a great lengthy whereas yet, extra very important, Julia Heaberlin is an writer you need to get to know.”—Jenny Milchman
“Julia Heaberlin weaves an elaborate tapestry of secrets and techniques and suspense, lies and betrayals that saved me analyzing overdue into the evening. Lie Still is a mystery par excellence and a page-turner, true—but it’s additionally a relocating tale of 1 woman’s not likely course towards therapeutic, and another’s lifelong look for redemption. I problem you to go to Claremont, Texas—where not anything is sort of because it turns out and not anyone is kind of who they claim—and depart unchanged.”—Emily Colin
“Julia Heaberlin deceives the reader within the so much deliciously chilling manner in Lie Still: With stunning prose and sterling personality paintings, she takes us on a deeply felt and beautifully composed thrill trip. Layer after layer of secrets and techniques, longing, and deception is peeled away and we start to dread the twisted kernel on the center, by no means guessing what Heaberlin has in shop for us.”—Sophie Littlefield, bestselling writer of Garden of Stones
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The tears fell in a depressing path down my face. nonetheless, he refused to examine me. I couldn’t blame him. “I’m so sorry, Mike. ” My voice wobbled. “I’m so sorry. ” I didn’t cease repeating it, couldn’t, till he walked over and pulled me tightly to him. We stood that manner for a very long time. “You glance extra like Ingrid Bergman than Hepburn,” he stated, eventually, nuzzling my neck. “Let’s pass domestic. ” “I love you, Mike. ” I whispered it, part wishing he’d push tougher straight away, for actual, interrogating me like one among his suspects—but then, Mike by no means did flip that aspect of himself on me. He smiled lightly, nonetheless watching for the easiest of me, and rubbed my belly. “Let me wager your subsequent shock. It’s twins? ” “No,” I stated, slowly. “It’s a boy. only one boy. ” “What’s that? ” He gestured to the Ziploc bag that I’d rested at the table. “I’ll inform you at domestic. ” I scooped it up. within the motor vehicle, I pressed my head again opposed to the seat and screwed my eyes close, bodily whipped. absolutely I wasn’t doing the infant any sturdy. i wanted all of this to forestall. Mike stared directly forward on the highway as he flicked the wipers directly to look after a superb mist choosing the windshield. after which he requested, as casually as he’d ask if i wished to reserve a pizza for supper. I knew the query used to be coming ultimately, and it could possibly besides be now, within the twilight of this unusual day. “Do you recognize who shot Pierce Martin? ” “No,” I stated, immediately. “But if it counts, i wanted him useless on a daily basis. ” there has been something left. the article that were napping and waking inside of me on a daily basis in view that i used to be nineteen. The mist crept over the auto, shutting out the realm. “I have a daughter from the rape,” I stated, and Mike approximately ran off the line. i used to be nineteen years outdated and 3 months pregnant while I first met Lia. She was once sitting along with her small pile of possessions, cross-legged at the cobblestones of an Italian courtyard, counting out fifty-nine stones. whilst I bent right down to hand her a euro, she grabbed my hand and begged me to hope the rosary together with her. Lia was once blind. such a lot days, she frolicked a number of footsteps clear of Mary’s shelter in Ravello, which rests on a promontory above the Mediterranean Sea. Lia taught me that lovely beads are pointless. The counting is the real half. i discovered the flyer for Mary’s safe haven on a bulletin board within the vestibule of my college’s Catholic chapel, a tiny stone construction at the fringe of campus with one small stained-glass window. It was once the day after I discovered that i used to be pregnant from the rape. A pupil Catholic association used to be attempting to drum up cash for Sister Abby Francis and her small recreation by way of the ocean for unwed moms. I tore the piece of paper off the wall. i'd cross there. For your time, i'd turn into another person. while my child was once born on a cold September day in a 900-year-old villa in a urban placing off a cliff, an ocean clear of its belief, I didn’t are looking to even see the face, to think about it as human. She is ideal, one of many sisters guaranteed me lightly. She counted and blessed all of my daughter’s hands and ft like a dwelling rosary.