A Lovely Lie Jaime Lynn Hendricks by Jaime Lynn Hendricks 9781613165188, 1613165188 instant download after payment.

A Goodreads, SheReads, and Criminal Element Most Anticipated Thriller

Is it better to believe a lovely lie or to know the horrible truth?

1999: The night of their senior picnic, Scarlett Russo and her best friend Pepper were involved in a car accident that left two of their classmates dead. Afterward, they lied to the police, protecting each other from the consequences. Then Pepper left town and Scarlett never heard from her again…

Now: Twenty-two years later, Scarlett has buried that deadly incident deep in her mind and built a comfortable life for herself, working in a hotel on the west coast of Florida and raising her teenage son with her husband Vince. Her peace is disrupted, however, when Pepper’s daughter shows up with news of Pepper’s death. Zoey is twenty-one and studying to be an investigative journalist. She has a cryptic letter from Pepper addressed to Scarlett that alludes to the events of that fateful night and Pepper’s initial intentions to get an abortion. Now Zoey wants answers about her mother’s past. Who is Zoey’s father? And what really happened after the senior picnic? As Zoey continues to dig into the past, all of Scarlett’s buried secrets threaten to rise to the surface.

Jaime Lynn Hendricks, “the queen of the page-turner” (Ashley Winstead), will have you questioning who you can trust in this intricately twisted thriller.

"Hendricks knows how to keep the pages turning in her latest mystery about a decades old murder and the lie that’s kept the truth buried. Totally addictive!"
― Wendy Walker, bestselling author of What Remains

"Juicy, beguiling, and utterly delightful! With ratcheting tension and a clever, compelling plot, you’ll love this fantastic twistfest about how the repercussions of the past reverberate into the present. An irresistibly gripping thriller."
― Christina McDonald, USA Today and Amazon charts bestselling author

"Deliciously wicked and briskly paced, A LOVELY LIE simmers with deadly secrets, whiplash twists, and a whole lot of attitude. An irresistible page-turner."
― Heather Chavez, author of Before She Finds Me

"Expertly plotted, full of head-snapping twists, suspenseful and funny, authentic and full of heart, A Lovely Lie is everything a thriller should be. I read my eyes out and loved every minute. A must read!"
― Michele Campbell, internationally bestselling author of The Intern

"What happens when the mistakes of youth threaten to destroy the life you now live? The latest from Jaime Lynn Hendricks pulls back the curtain on a friend group with a deadly secret, and the new generation of teens desperate to know the truth. Full of tension and hairpin turns, A Lovely Lie is a no-holds-barred thriller guaranteed to make you gasp."
― Tessa Wegert, author of Devils at the Door

"My favorite kind of thriller: a crime at the edge of the millennium, buried teenage secrets coming back to haunt, and twist after twist. A Lovely Lie is a lovely and clever story, and might just be Jaime Lynn Hendricks’s best yet!"
― Alex Finlay, bestselling author of The Night Shift

"Jaime Lynn Hendricks kicks the family thriller up ten notches in A LOVELY LIE, making me gasp out loud multiple times as the twists kept coming. Immersive, compelling, and utterly binge-worthy, it's a wild ride from start to finish. Highly recommended!"
― Hannah Mary McKinnon, internationally bestselling author of The Revenge List

"A Jaime Lynn Hendricks book is always the perfect escape. A Lovely Lie is yet another wildly entertaining, delectably twisty, edge-of-your-seat thriller. Told in multiple POVs from a cast of captivating characters, this sensational suspense takes the reader on a journey from a tragic party in senior year of high school to a nail-biting showdown years later. With her signature wit and addictive voice, Hendricks has written another magnificent novel that is impossible to put down."
― Samantha M. Bailey, USA Today and #1 international bestselling author of A Friend in the Dark

"When you read a Hendricks book, you can expect to be hooked by one twist after another, a relentless pace, and smart writing. In A Lovely Lie , Hendricks combines wit, plotting and pace into an irresistible, fresh, tangy cocktail of high-wire tension and engaging characterization. Unmissable."
― Damyanti Biswas, bestselling author of the Blue Mumbai series

"Juicy."
― Kirkus

"Hendricks . . . is definitely on the rise; hand this book to fans of Karin Slaughter’s The Good Daughter."
― Library Journal

Jaime Lynn Hendricks is the author of Finding Tessa and I Didn't Do It. Before writing thrillers, she spent two decades in print media and marketing. She lives with her husband in Florida.

“Oh, sorry. I’m Zoey Wilson.” Her voice dips higher at the end, almost like she’s asking a question. Her eyes quirk up, hopeful, like I should immediately come from around the desk and fling my arms around her and reminisce. “Zoey Wilson.” A firm statement this time.

She repeats it like that clears it up. Is she a guest at the hotel? Did I screw up her windsailing reservation? Is she here for Tampa Lightning tickets? Restaurant recommendations? Probably not, if she knows my maiden name. I have no idea who Zoey Wilson is. My blank stare causes her to go on.

“Of course she never told you,” she says, eyes rolling. “You knew my mother.”

I tilt my head like a puppy begging for a treat. Did a Wilson check in recently? “When was this? Who’s your mother?” As soon as the words escape, I know exactly who she’s talking about.

Her face clouds. “Pepper Wilson.”

My entire body goes stiff, and my lips press to a straight line. My deer-in-headlights eyes stare right through her. That’s why she looked familiar. She’s the child of my former best friend.

My body goes cold at the memory of Pepper and the feelings I had for her back then. Adoration. Worship. And unfortunately, guilt.

I clear my throat. “Oh my, I haven’t heard that name in quite some time. How is she?” I look down and shuffle papers around on the counter for no reason, wondering when the phrase oh my entered my vocabulary. I want to look busy. I haven’t seen Pepper since the day after the senior picnic when the accident happened.

Zoey’s face drops as she continues. “How is she? Dead. Hit by a drunk driver when she was out on one of her runs. Complications from internal injuries. It happened about a month and a half ago.”

An involuntary tear threatens to fall. Pepper is dead?

The news does nothing to wash away the shame I’ve been carrying for her―for both of us―since that night. Pepper Wilson, the one I would do anything for once upon a time, is dead, hit by a car. An accident. It’s all too familiar, and for a hot second, I feel guilty when I think You deserved that because no one does. My head feels like it’s being filled with molten lava and I’m going to fall over from the weight of my mistakes.

The car lurching forward. Classmates. Blood. Pepper, leaving a scant couple days later like nothing ever happened. Leaving me with the mess. At the same time, I mentally calculate Zoey’s age based on her looks. There’s no way that she’s―I gulp.

Oh my God. This isn’t happening.

“I’m so sorry.” I clear my throat again, my smoking-when-I-drink habit getting the best of my voice today. No, that’s not it. My teenage insecurities rush back, the ones that led Pepper to railroad me into anything and everything, including lying to the cops. “I haven’t seen Pepper in a long time. Since right after senior year. That was over twenty years ago. We were close back then, but as you probably know, we lost touch. What can I do for you?” Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.

She shifts her glance from side to side, looking for no one. “I was hoping you could help me with something.”

My fears are all but confirmed as Zoey reaches into her crossbody bag, retrieves a letter-sized envelope, and places it on the counter in front of me. It’s opened jaggedly from the top, and I recognize Pepper’s loopy handwriting on the front, the metallic pink marker pen that she loved. It’s addressed to me, to my old surname, and my old address, when I lived with my parents in high school.

“What’s this?” I ask nervously. A confession?

“I found it in her stuff when I was packing it up.”

We stare at each other for a couple of beats, me not wanting to touch it and her likely willing me to pick it up and read it. She has the same gaze Pepper had, the one that made me do anything she said.

I don’t want to read it. I don’t want it all resurfacing.

“Whatever is in there is old. That was my address in high school. I’m not sure how I can help. I doubt whatever she was going to say to me over twenty years ago would matter now.”

“Oh, it matters.” Her eyes tear and then she pushes it down, her assertiveness dominating. “Read it. I need to know the truth about something.”

Oh shit.

She’s insistent in the way that Pepper was back then―you don’t get to be the head cheerleader all through high school otherwise. Zoey has clearly inherited her mother’s determination.

With shaky hands, I pick up the letter. What does she want to know the truth about? That Pepper murdered someone and made it look like an accident as I stood silently by? And I even helped her lie? The paper inside the envelope is tri-folded like an accordion. I unfold it and read the short paragraph.

Dear Scarlett,

I may never mail this letter, but I feel like I need to get this out. After surviving the accident and not losing the baby, I feel like it’s a sign. I know I said I was going to get an abortion as soon as I got to New York, but I couldn’t do it. Everything else that happened that night at senior picnic―you know why we had to leave. I had to. I have a lot of regrets from that night. With them.

I hope you are okay.

Pepper