First
Robin gets the email with its simple demand: dump your fiancé or
else. Then someone puts up the slanderous Rotten Robin Website that
threatens to crush her chances to win The Standout, a ballet-themed,
fashion reality show. Surrounded by backstabbing co-contestants and
haunted by mysterious ghosts from her past, Robin can’t trust
anyone, including herself.
This
new psychological thriller by Laurel Osterkamp, author of The Holdout
and The Next Breath, is Black Swan meets Project Runway. Get ready
for a breathtaking novel about love, betrayal, tall buildings, and
finding the courage to jump.
I
google Clara for a current home or work address, but I can’t find
anything. I don’t even know if she and Robert are still married. So
I drive to her parents’ home, and now I’m sitting in my car,
which is parked along the curb, trying to work up the nerve to get
out and ring the doorbell.
What
will I say if her mother answers? Sorry about that mishap several
years ago, when I had sex with your son-in-law and ripped your
daughter’s heart out. Could you put me in touch with her so I can
offer a real apology and appease my guilt?
I
lean my head against the seat-back and realize that’s pretty much
exactly what I’ll say, leaving out the sex part. No need to go into
specifics. Be brave, I tell myself, and I release my seat belt
and open the car door.
My
heart is beating so hard there’s an echo in my ears, but I carry
myself up to their front step and demand that my finger press their
doorbell. For a moment it’s just silence, and I think, Oh well,
I tried, but then I hear footsteps and the door opens.
The
face that greets me is older than I’d expected. I’m pretty sure
it’s Clara’s mom, but it’s like she’s aged decades in the
last few years. “Mrs. Thompson?” I ask.
She
nods her head, which is sparsely covered with gray, thin hair. Years
ago her hair was thick, wavy, and chestnut brown, like Clara’s.
“Hi,” I stutter. “I don’t know if you remember me. I was a
friend of Clara’s -”
“I
remember you.” Her firm voice doesn’t match her diminished
appearance and my head snaps back in shock. “You’re Robin. You
came for that awful Easter, years ago.”
“Yeah…”
I shift my weight, aware that she’s not going to ask me in. “Sorry
about that. Actually, that’s why I’m here. You see, I’m engaged
now, and I’ve been thinking about marriage and the sanctity of it
and, well, I would love an opportunity to really apologize to Clara.
I tried before, but I think it was too fresh, so, um…”
Mrs.
Thompson rolls her eyes. She seems like I woke her from a nap and she
just wants to crawl back into bed. “You’re too late.” She grips
the doorknob, pulling the door close as if in protection. “Clara
passed away a few months ago.”
“Oh
my gosh! I’m so sorry! What happened?”
“I’m
sorry. I’m not feeling well today, so forgive me if I don’t
give you the details of my daughter’s death.” Then Mrs. Thompson
yanks the door and slams it in my face.
Laurel
Osterkamp becomes very attached to her characters. The Standout, The
Holdout, The Next Breath, November Surprise, Blue State, and American
Angst all feature the Bricker family, but these books can be read in
any order. Laurel teaches English and Creative Writing in
Minneapolis, where she tries to stay warm, hang out with her husband
and two chatty children, and find the time to write. Her other novels
are the award-winningFollowing My Toes and Starring in the Movie of
My Life.
You
can find Laurel on Twitter but she needs to work on sending clever
Tweets. A better idea is to follow her blog
atwww.laurelosterkamp.blogspot.com.
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This looks like a marvelous book to read! I had so much fun putting this blog tour together here.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for hosting a tour stop! This book was fantastic, I couldn't stop reading it once I started!
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ReplyDeleteThank you for kicking off my tour by posting an excerpt! It's a lot of fun to see it up on your blog!
Very happy to be apart of this tour! Thanks for stopping in!
DeleteI think I would probably slam the door in her face too.
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