

Beschreibung
Informationen zum Autor Jennifer Lynn Alvarez earned her BA in English Literature from the University of California, Berkeley, and went into finance, of all things before she accomplished her childhood dream of becoming an author. Jennifer grew up in Alaska an...Informationen zum Autor Jennifer Lynn Alvarez earned her BA in English Literature from the University of California, Berkeley, and went into finance, of all things before she accomplished her childhood dream of becoming an author. Jennifer grew up in Alaska and now divides her time between Northern California and Middle Tennessee with her husband, kids, and more than her fair share of pets. The Trespassers is her 11th novel. Klappentext At Tegan Sheffield's end-of-summer party, a prank backfires with devastating emotional and criminal results for seventeen-year-old Jessica Healy, her boyfriend Jake, and their best friends. Leseprobe 1 Jessica Morning, beautiful. I flip over and there's his face, inches from mineJake, my boyfriend and my next-door neighbor. You scared me, I whisper. His shadowy lips curve into a grin. I was shooting for romantic. Well, you missed. He rolls off the bed and turns on my light, posing in the most un-Jake-like outfit I can imagine: a cute dolphin-print shirt with matching dolphin-print shorts and a pair of white-rimmed sunglasses. At least I'm well-dressed. Oh my god, why? I sputter. Because I'm taking you to the beach to see the sunrise. I even packed food. I stretch and roll onto my side, prop my head up in my hand. You look like a tourist. He adjusts the brightly colored shorts and slides off his glasses. A sexy tourist? No such thing. Jake sweeps me up, tucks my legs around his waist, and nuzzles my neck. So, are you up for a sunrise surprise? We have to hurry. I gaze into his eyes, sweet caramel-brown framed by long black lashes. I already know this picnic will be missing napkins or drinks or something essential, and Jake will insist on bringing his obnoxious dog, Otis, and there's no way we'll get to the coast in time for the sunrise, which happens in the east, not the west (and I think deep down Jake knows this), but none of it matters. The date will be perfect because we'll be together, so I agree. Yeah, I'm up for it. Jake inhales in that slow way of his, as if he's breathing me into his lungs. Then he sets me down and enjoys the peep show while I change into jeans and a sweatshirt, beachwear in Northern California. Ready, Mrs. Healy? he asks, giving me his last name. Ready, Mr. Sanchez, I reply, giving him mine. Jake collects his backpack and drops his sunglasses back over his eyes. Otis is going to be very happy you said yes. He's already in the truck. I lead Jake out of my bedroom with happiness blooming in my stomach at being correct, because of course Otis is in the truck. • • • As we crest the last bluff, the view of Blind Beach fills Jake's windshield. Doesn't matter that we were born here, doesn't matter that I jog here every day after school, doesn't matter that the ocean never changesthe sight of the endless sea sucks our breath from our lungs as if we're drowning in it. This is the most dangerous stretch of coastline in California. The continental shelf drops quickly from a few dozen feet below the sea's surface to several hundred feet, creating riptides that will kill you if you aren't careful. Sleeper waves are another risk. They hide in deep water, but when they meet the shallow portion of the shelf, they rush past previous waves and swallow whoever is standing on the shore. The water is cold enough to silence human screams, and if none of that kills you, the great white sharks that prowl offshore might. Visitors die here each year. Last summer, two local boys drowned when a sleeper wave dragged them into the ocean. Today the waves are white-capped and violent, assailing the huge boulders that rise as ancient monoliths from the deep. The tide swallows the shoreline in greedy gulps, and the brightening sky reveals a layer of gauzelike mist, veiling the horizon. ...
Autorentext
Jennifer Lynn Alvarez earned her BA in English Literature from the University of California, Berkeley, and went into finance, of all things before she accomplished her childhood dream of becoming an author. Jennifer grew up in Alaska and now divides her time between Northern California and Middle Tennessee with her husband, kids, and more than her fair share of pets. The Trespassers is her 11th novel.
Klappentext
At Tegan Sheffield's end-of-summer party, a prank backfires with devastating emotional and criminal results for seventeen-year-old Jessica Healy, her boyfriend Jake, and their best friends.
Zusammenfassung
*A razor-sharp thriller packed with dark secrets and explosive twists, it “raises the stakes at every turn (Kirkus) and is “full of atmospheric thrills” (Paste*).
When a girl goes missing and a body is found, everyone is a suspect.
"Sharp, atmospheric, and wildly fast-paced"—Jessica Goodman, New York Times bestselling author of They'll Never Catch Us
"Intoxicating and propulsive; an emotional rollercoaster that doesn't let up until the final, brutal twist."—Alexa Donne, author of The Ivies**
Mistake number one . . .
Fun-loving Jake tells his girlfriend, Jessica, that they have to go to Tegan’s end-of-summer party in their tiny California beach town. Jessica doesn’t like parties, and she doesn’t like Tegan, who has an obvious, obsessive crush on Jake. But she agrees to go, to make Jake happy.
Mistake number two . . .
Something awful happens at the party. Something so embarrassing that Jessica doesn’t know if she can ever get over it—and Jake will do whatever it takes to earn her forgiveness. And now a girl is missing. Everyone is a suspect. And Jake seems to have a lot to hide. . . .
When a body is discovered at the beach, friends start turning on friends, and lies start piling upon lies. What happened could destroy their lives. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer? Mistake number three . . .
“This tangled story about terrible choices, mistaken assumptions, and the all-to-thin line between friends and enemies expertly cranks up the tension chapter-by-chapter until it leaves you dangling on the edge of a cliff and desperate for answers.”—Ginny Myers Sain, author of Dark and Shallow Lies