When the bodies begin piling up, it soon becomes apparent that this time, the Naturals aren't just hunting serial killers.ĭon't miss a minute of this fan-favorite series from the #1 bestselling author of The Inheritance Games, perfect for fans of One of Us is Lying and A Good Girl's Guide to Murder. As Cassie and the team work to uncover the secrets of a group that has been killing in secret for generations, they find themselves racing a ticking clock. Her mother is alive, and the people holding her captive are more powerful - and dangerous - than anything the Naturals have faced so far. But now, everything Cassie thought she knew about what happened that night has been called into question. When Cassie Hobbes joined the FBI's Naturals program, she had one goal: uncover the truth about her mother's murder. 12,320 Ratings 1,545 Reviews published 2018 9 editions 'I'm not saying this is Sawyer's fault,' the prim Want to Read Rate it: Book 2 Deadly Little Scandals by Jennifer Lynn Barnes 4.
Whatever she was selling, I wasn't buying.All of your burning questions are answered in this shocking conclusion to the Naturals series-now with a bonus Naturals novella, Twelve, in print for the first time! I saw the precise moment that she registered what I was saying: I wasn't interested in her offer. "'No soliciting except for Girl Scout cookies.'" Lillian pursed her lips and amended her previous statement. I'd gotten kicked out of the local Scout troop during my morbid true-crime and facts-about-autopsies phase, but I still had a weakness for Thin Mints.
Eighteen-year-old auto mechanic Sawyer Taft did not expect her estranged grandmother to show up at her apartment door and offer her a six-figure contract to participate in debutante season. "Except for Girl Scout cookies," I added helpfully. Little White Lies by Jennifer Lynn Barnes
2018 Mystery & Thriller
I’m not saying this is Sawyer’s fault, the prim and proper one said delicately.
Her perfectly manicured fingertips plucked the Post-it from my grasp. I turned and offered the hand-written notice to the women who'd raised my mother. I stalked to the front door and retrieved the Post-it I'd placed next to the doorbell when our house had been hit with door-to-door evangelists two weeks in a row. She was the merciless, dictatorial matriarch who'd kicked my pregnant mother out of her house at the ripe old age of seventeen.
An offer? I was suddenly reminded of who I was dealing with here.
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