The House Across the Lake: A Novel by Riley Sager (English) Hardcover Book

Description: The House Across the Lake by Riley Sager "[A] recently fired Broadway star flees to a remote Vermont lake house, only to find out that the area has a history of missing women"-- FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLERNamed a most-anticipated summer book by USA Today, People, E! News, Cosmopolitan, PureWow, CNN.com, New York Post, CrimeReads, POPSUGAR, and more The bestselling author of Final Girls and Survive the Night is back with his "best plot twist yet." (People, "Best Summer Books")Be careful what you watch for . . . Casey Fletcher, a recently widowed actress trying to escape a streak of bad press, has retreated to the peace and quiet of her familys lake house in Vermont. Armed with a pair of binoculars and several bottles of bourbon, she passes the time watching Tom and Katherine Royce, the glamorous couple living in the house across the lake. They make for good viewing—a tech innovator, Tom is powerful; and a former model, Katherine is gorgeous. One day on the lake, Casey saves Katherine from drowning, and the two strike up a budding friendship. But the more they get to know each other—and the longer Casey watches—it becomes clear that Katherine and Toms marriage isnt as perfect as it appears. When Katherine suddenly vanishes, Casey immediately suspects Tom of foul play. What she doesnt realize is that theres more to the story than meets the eye—and that shocking secrets can lurk beneath the most placid of surfaces. Packed with sharp characters, psychological suspense, and gasp-worthy plot twists, Riley Sagers The House Across the Lake is the ultimate escapist read . . . no lake house required. Author Biography Riley Sager is the New York Times bestselling author of seven novels, most recently The Only One Left and The House Across the Lake. A native of Pennsylvania, he now lives in Princeton, New Jersey. Review "Sagers best plot twist yet." —People, "Best Summer Books""Pure escape . . . A voyeuristic page-turner. After I read it, I dove for more Sager: luckily he has five others, bestsellers all." —The Boston Globe, "Ten Thrillers to Read on Your Summer Vacation""The tale takes a series of weird turns, morphing into a cross between Silence of the Lambs and The Exorcist. . . . As with Sagers first five thrillers, the characters are well drawn and the prose is first rate."—Associated Press"Its a familiar psychological thriller structure--until everything changes. . . . A page-turning climax."—USA Today"The thrills and chills are all present and accounted for in this tale."—E! News"The House Across the Lake reads like a psychological thriller version of The Great Gatsby, featuring binoculars for more accurate across-the-lake spying, smaller gatherings for a shorter list of suspects, and a truly bat**** twist for more satisfying consumption. So basically The Great Gatsby, but better. I know, thems fightin words."—CrimeReads"A suspense novel brimming with twists and turns."—PureWow"Riley Sager is a master of the art of the thriller."—Shondaland, "The Best Books for June 2022""A classic tale brimming with Hitchcockian suspense." —BookTrib, "Put These 12 Summer Reads in Your Beach Bag""Highly entertaining . . . Sager keeps the Rear Window-esque plot of The House Across the Lake focused keenly on believable characters who may not always be likable but who readers will care deeply about. . . . Deliciously eerie plot."—South Florida SunSentinel"The House Across the Lake is the work of a master storyteller. A Hitchcockian premise is given an exciting new spin, as voyeurism, murder, and the lies we tell ourselves about our nearest and dearest spiral out of control in this gripping mystery, where nothing is what it seems. I had a thrilling time reading this. An unputdownable page-turner."—Alex Michaelides, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Silent Patient and The Maidens"Riley Sager is an auto-buy for me, and his latest propulsive thriller, The House Across the Lake, may just be my favorite of his yet. With his characteristic mix of dynamic characters and riveting plot twists, Sager will keep you turning the pages in his foray into secrets, grief, revenge, and love." —Laura Dave, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Last Thing He Told Me"The House Across the Lake pulls you under on the first page and doesnt let you come up for air. With fascinating characters, a suffocating setting, and an intriguing premise, Riley Sager relentlessly turns up the tension on every page. Good luck putting this book down."—Simone St. James, New York Times bestselling author of The Book of Cold Cases"For a fresh and twisty take on Rear Window, just add water: The House Across the Lake is a propulsive, tautly plotted, and atmospheric thriller with a vividly drawn cast of compelling characters and a final what-just-happened twist that will have you reeling. Loved it!"—Ellery Lloyd, internationally bestselling author of The Club"[An] outstanding novel of suspense . . . Sager brilliantly misdirects readers while playing fair with them. Newcomers and fans both will be eager to see what he pulls off in his next book."—Publishers Weekly (starred)"Sager is the literary equivalent of a master chef, using a deft hand to configure tasty ingredients . . . then adding a generous pinch of pulp and a delicious surprise at the end. The result is an addictive beach read that fans will devour in one sitting and leave feeling thoroughly sated."—BookPage (starred) "A highly entertaining read."—Kirkus Reviews"Sager is terrific at creating suspense within a confined, sometimes claustrophobic setting. . . . Fans of stories that keep the heart pounding and the mind engaged will enjoy this one. . . . One of the genres most entertaining authors."—Booklist"The atmosphere Sager writes is delightfully claustrophobic and the twists surprising while still being plausible."—BookRiot"Casey as the unreliable narrator mixed with suspicious neighbors, supernatural undertones, and multiple blindsiding twists, means Sager (Survive the Night) has written another winner."—Library Journal"Go into the book blind for a full experience. The clues are definitely there for you to piece together but I was still surprised. You will be questioning everyone and everything, making this book such a fun read." —Mystery and Suspense"Sager (Final Girls) offers consistent twists and turns—including one very surprising one—thatll keep you flipping pages until the end." —New Jersey Monthly"This relentless thriller pulls you in and never lets go before leaving your head spinning with some jaw-dropping revelations and plot twists that only a master of the genre can conceive."—Bookreporter"Reader . . . before you think you know whats going on, know that youre wrong. The thing you think that happened? It didnt. Your second guess? Also wrong. Your third will be wrong as well."—The Big Thrill"Rear Window gets a jaw-dropping twist in this tense, daring, and utterly propulsive thriller. If youre not already reading Riley Sager, youre missing out."—Catherine Ryan Howard, #1 Irish bestselling author of 56 Days"Brilliantly written with a dark and clever twist on a well-worn trope, and as for that ending . . . ?! What a fun book. I devoured it!"—Susi Holliday, author of The Last Resort"The plot is packed with twists." —First For Women Review Quote " The House Across the Lake is the work of a master storyteller. A Hitchcockian premise is given an exciting new spin, as voyeurism, murder, and the lies we tell ourselves about our nearest and dearest spiral out of control in this gripping mystery, where nothing is what it seems. I had a thrilling time reading this. An unputdownable page-turner." --Alex Michaelides, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Silent Patient and The Maidens "Riley Sager is an auto-buy for me, and his latest propulsive thriller, The House Across The Lake , may just be my favorite of his yet. With his characteristic mix of dynamic characters and riveting plot twists, Sager will keep you turning the pages in his foray into secrets, grief, revenge, and love." --Laura Dave, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Last Thing He Told Me " The House Across the Lake pulls you under on the first page and doesnt let you come up for air. With fascinating characters, a suffocating setting, and an intriguing premise, Riley Sager relentlessly turns up the tension on every page. Good luck putting this book down." --Simone St. James, New York Times bestselling author of The Book of Cold Cases "[An] outstanding novel of suspense.... Sager brilliantly misdirects readers while playing fair with them. Newcomers and fans both will be eager to see what he pulls off in his next book." -- Publishers Weekly (starred) "A highly entertaining read." --Kirkus "Sager is terrific at creating suspense within a confined, sometimes claustrophobic setting...Fans of stories that keep the heart pounding and the mind engaged will enjoy this one. . . . One of the genres most entertaining authors." --Booklist "Go into the book blind for a full experience. The clues are definitely there for you to piece together but I was still surprised. You will be questioning everyone and everything, making this book such a fun read." -- Mystery and Suspense Excerpt from Book Now I stare at the detective on the other side of the table, an untouched mug of coffee in front of me. The steam rising from it gives her a gauzy air of mystery. Not that she needs help in that regard. Wilma Anson possesses a calm blankness that rarely changes. Even at this late hour and soaked by the storm, she remains unperturbed. "Have you watched the Royce house at all this evening?" she says. "Yes." Theres no point in lying. "See anything unusual?" "More unusual than everything Ive already seen?" I say. A nod from Wilma. "Thats what Im asking." "No." This time a lie is required. Ive seen a lot this evening. More than I ever wanted to. "Why?" A gust of wind lashes rain against the French doors that lead to the back porch. Both of us pause a moment to watch the droplets smacking the glass. Already, the storm is worse than the TV weatherman said it would be-and what he had predicted was already severe. The tail end of a Category 4 hurricane turned tropical storm as it swerved like a boomerang from deep inland back to the North Atlantic. Rare for mid-October. Rarer still for eastern Vermont. "Because Tom Royce might be missing," Wilma says. I tear my gaze from the French doors rain-specked panes to give Wilma a look of surprise. She stares back, unflappable as ever. "Are you sure?" I say. "I was just there. The house is unlocked. That fancy car of his is still in the driveway. Nothing inside seems to be missing. Except for him." I turn again to the French doors, as if Ill be able to see the Royce house rising from the lakes opposite shore. Instead, all I can make out is howling darkness and lightning-lit flashes of water whipped into a frenzy by the wind. "Do you think he ran?" "His wallet and keys are on the kitchen counter," Wilma says. "Its hard to run without cash or a car. Especially in this weather. So I doubt it." I note her word choice. Doubt. "Maybe he had help," I suggest. "Or maybe someone made him disappear. You know anything about that?" My mouth drops open in surprise. "You think Im involved in this?" "You did break into their house." "I snuck in," I say, hoping the distinction will lessen the crime in Wilmas eyes. "And that doesnt mean I know anything about where Tom is now." Wilma remains quiet, hoping Ill say more and possibly incriminate myself. Seconds pass. Lots of them. All announced by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room, which acts as a steady beat backing the song of the storm. Wilma listens to it, seemingly in no rush. Shes a marvel of composure. I suspect her name has a lot to do with that. If a lifetime of Flintstones jokes teaches you anything, its deep patience. "Listen," Wilma says after what feels like three whole minutes. "I know youre worried about Katherine Royce. I know you want to find her. So do I. But I already told you that taking matters into your own hands wont help. Let me do my job, Casey. Its our best chance of getting Katherine back alive. So if you know anything about where her husband is, please tell me." "I have absolutely no clue where Tom Royce could be." I lean forward, my palms flat against the table, trying to summon the same opaque energy Wilmas putting off. "If you dont believe me, youre welcome to search the house." Wilma considers it. For the first time since we sat down, I can sense her mind ticking as steadily as the grandfather clock. "I believe you," she finally says. "For now. But I could change my mind at any moment." When she leaves, I make sure to watch her go, standing in the doorway while being buffeted by rain slanting onto the front porch. In the driveway, Wilma trots back to her unmarked sedan and slides behind the wheel. I wave as she backs the car out of the driveway, splashes through a puddle that wasnt there an hour ago, and speeds off. I close the front door, shake off the rain, and go to the kitchen, where I pour myself a supersized bourbon. This new turn of events requires a kick coffee cant provide. Outside, another gust of wind jostles the house. The eaves creak and the lights flicker. Signs the storm is getting worse. Tail end, my ass. Bourbon glass in hand, I head upstairs, into the first bedroom on the right. Hes exactly how I left him. Splayed out across the twin bed. Ankles and wrists tied to the bedposts. Towel stuffed into his mouth to form a makeshift gag. I remove the towel, sit on the identical bed on the other side of the room, and take a long, slow sip of bourbon. "Were running out of time," I say. "Now tell me what you did to Katherine." Before I see it out of the corner of my eye. A breach of the waters surface. Ripples. Sunlight. Something rising from the water, then sinking back under. Ive been watching the lake at a mental remove, which happens when youve seen something a thousand times. Looking but not really. Seeing everything, registering nothing. Bourbon might have something to do with that. Im on my third. Maybe fourth. Counting drinks-another thing I do at a remove. But the motion in the water now has my full attention. Rising from the rocking chair onto legs unsteady after three (or four) day drinks, I watch the lakes glassy surface again break into sun-dappled circles. I squint, trying to emerge from the bourbon haze long enough to see what it is. Its useless. The movement is located in the dead center of the lake-too far away to see clearly. I leave the back porch of the lake house, step inside, and shuffle to the cramped foyer just beyond the front door. A coatrack is there, buried under anoraks and rain slickers. Among them is a pair of binoculars in a leather case hanging from a frayed strap, untouched for more than a year. Binoculars in hand, I return to the back porch and stand at the railing, scanning the lake. The ripples reappear, and in the epicenter, a hand emerges from the water. The binoculars drop to the porch floor. I think: Someones drowning. I think: I need to save them. I think: Len. That last thought-of my husband, of how he died in this same deep water-propels me into action. I push off the railing, the movement jiggling the ice in the bourbon glass next to the rocking chair. It clinks lightly as I leave the porch, scurry down the steps, and spring across the few yards of mossy ground between the house and the waters edge. The wooden dock shudders when I leap onto it and continues to shake as I run to the motorboat moored at its end. I untie the boat, wobble into it, grab a paddle, and push off the dock. The boat twirls a moment, doing a less-than-elegant pirouette atop the water before I straighten it out with the paddle. Once the boats pointed toward the center of the lake, I start the outboard motor with an arm-aching tug. Five seconds later, the boat is gliding over the water, toward where I last saw the circular ripples but now see nothing. I start to hope that what I saw was merely a fish leaping out of the water. Or a loon diving into it. Or that the sun, the reflection of the sky on the lake, and several bourbons caused me to see something that wasnt really there. Wishful thinking, all of it. Because as the boat nears the middle of the lake, I spot something in the water. A body. Bobbing on the surface. Motionless. I cut the motor and scramble to the front of the boat to get a better view. I cant tell if the person is faceup or facedown, alive or dead. All I can see are the shadows of outstretched limbs in the water and a tangle of hair floating like kelp. I get a mental picture of Len in this very position and yell toward the shore. "Help! Someones drowning!" The words echo off the flame-hued trees on both sides of the lake, likely heard by no one. Its the middle of October, and Lake Greene, never crowded to begin with, is all but abandoned. The only full-time resident is Eli, and hes gone until evening. If someone else is around, they arent making their presence known. Im on my own. I grab the paddle again and start to row toward the person in the water. A woman, I see now. Her hair is long. A one-piece bathing suit exposes a tanned back, long legs, toned arms. She floats like driftwood, bobbing gently in the boats wake. Yet another image of Len pushes into my brain as I scramble for the anchor tied to one of the cleats on the boats rim. The anchor isnt heavy-only twenty pounds-but weighty enough to keep the boat from drifting. I drop it into the water, the Details ISBN0593183193 Author Riley Sager Short Title The House Across the Lake Language English Year 2022 ISBN-10 0593183193 ISBN-13 9780593183199 Format Hardcover Imprint Dutton Subtitle A Novel Publisher Penguin Books Ltd Place of Publication London Country of Publication United Kingdom Publication Date 2022-06-21 AU Release Date 2022-06-21 NZ Release Date 2022-06-21 UK Release Date 2022-06-21 Pages 368 DEWEY 813.6 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:135305531;

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