Aug 2, 2023

#BookReview #PsychologicalThriller #OneNight #GeorginaCross #PenguinRandomHouse #NetGalley

 


One family. One murder. One decision.

One night. That’s all the time a family has to decide what to do with the man they believe murdered their daughter: Do they forgive him, or take justice into their own hands? An electrifying novel by the author of Nanny Needed. . .

The anonymous letters arrive in the mail, one by one: To find out what really happened to Meghan, meet at this location. Don’t tell anyone you’re coming. In one night, you’ll find out everything you need to know.
 
Ten years after her murder, the letters tell Meghan’s family exactly when and where to meet: a cliffside home on the Oregon coast. But on the night they’re promised answers, the convicted killer—her high school boyfriend, Cal, who spent only ten years in prison for murder—is found unconscious in his car, slammed into a light pole near the house where the family is sitting and waiting. Is he the one who invited them to gather? 
 
As a storm rampages along the Pacific Northwest, the power cuts off and leaves the family with no chance of returning to the main road and finding help. So they drag Cal back to the house for the remainder of the night. How easy it would be to let him die and claim it was an accident. Or do they help him instead? As the hours tick by, it becomes an excruciating choice. Half of the family wants to kill him. The other half wants him to regain consciousness so he can tell them what he knows.
 
But if Cal wakes up, he might reveal that someone in the family knows more than they’re letting on. And if that’s the case, who is the real killer? And are they already in the house?





Excerpt

Chapter 1

Maureen

Red is supposed to be a cheerful color: bright, bold, attention-­getting. It’s what you’d choose for an invitation to a party, not as a threat. Maureen looks at it again and the thought resurfaces: it’s the color of blood. It’s what she thought the first time she saw the envelope three days ago when it arrived in her mail. An invitation to this home on the Oregon coast, the same invitation that everyone in her family received.

Don’t tell anyone you’re coming.

In one night, you’ll find out what happened to Meg.

Meg. Her daughter only allowed certain people to call her that.

The letter is single-­spaced and typed, with instructions to a remote house with an anonymous host. Surely most people wouldn’t travel somewhere on the invitation of a stranger, but the Chisholms aren’t your typical family and they have already been through so much. They’re intrigued by what they might learn, except for Maureen.

This invite is enough to push her over the edge.

And now she’s staring at one.

At the window, her eyes track to the cliff and the thousand-­foot plunge that drops to jagged rocks and raging foam. Beyond that, the majestic Pacific Ocean spreads out before her in an undulating mass of whitecaps and indigo waves. The place where the ocean meets the sky is indistinguishable: at the horizon, the lines blur, the dark water rising to blackening clouds. A storm is coming, and Maureen squeezes her hands, the electricity pulsing through her.

Her eyes lift to a single bird dipping in the wind. Its flight is so graceful, the bird seemingly unaware that it might be the only one out there, its friends taking cover somewhere else. She watches the gull’s outstretched wings, the bird so unencumbered and free that she longs to be it. She longs to be anywhere but here. Because in this house, the walls are closing in. Once the storm hits, they won’t be going anywhere.

Maureen’s heart lifts, then aches as she glances at Sam, who moves through the kitchen marveling at what she sees. She reminds herself she is here to protect her, that her youngest daughter begged them to follow through with the letter.

This is a trap, Maureen thinks. Or a con.

Cal brought them here—­her oldest daughter’s high school boyfriend from ten years ago. He used to call her Meg too. Now that he’s out of prison, he has something new he wants to say.

She wants to seal his mouth shut. If she could, she would drop him at the bottom of the ocean.

When Sam saw the invitation, she insisted they make the trip. Maureen did her best to dissuade her, but Sam pushed back, and Maureen knew she had no choice. There was no way in hell she would let her youngest travel to this house alone. If her middle child, Alice, arrives, she will protect her too.

But there’s no telling when she will show up since Alice doesn’t answer their phone calls much anymore.

But Sam is different. She’s bolder, and despite everything that has happened, she’s far too hopeful. Maureen thinks her youngest, at twenty-­four, would be frightened, that she would never want to see Cal again, especially after what she said in a courtroom helped send him to prison. But Sam is determined. She’s always been determined. And so is Maureen.

She jams the envelope inside her pocket and pushes the corner down with her thumb. She keeps the invitation hidden, wondering if her daughter brought her own copy.

Sam is opening kitchen cabinets and calling out about the contents: an inventory of soup and bread, flour and sugar, and a package of cookies, as if they’re on vacation. She holds up a bag of coffee and grins, but something creeps at the back of Maureen’s neck.

“What do you mean there’s food?”

“Come look.”

She finds cans of soup like her daughter said, at least six, along with a jar of pasta sauce. In the fridge, a gallon of milk, fat-­free and unopened with the expiration set for a week from now. In the drawer, an assortment of cheeses and deli meat, everything in its original wrapping, waiting for them.

“What is this?” she asks.

Sam shrugs. “Maybe the owner left it for us? Or the person who stayed before didn’t eat everything?”

Maureen eyes the shelves, but nothing is open or half-­used. All the seals are intact, the food is new, the refrigerator wiped clean. On the counter is a bowl of fruit topped with bananas, Sam’s favorite, along with shiny green Granny Smiths. Someone has peeled the labels off each one.

When the girls were young, Paul would carve apples for their daughters, the green ones they loved best, and the peels would come off in long continuous strips, the girls watching wide-­eyed, convinced he possessed a magical gift. When Cal tried to impress Meg with the same trick, the knife slipped, and he sliced open his hand.

Maureen shuts the refrigerator door and the shelves rattle inside, condiments knocking against a jar of strawberry preserves.

Cal—­is this his doing? Would he be this prepared and stock food for them?

She didn’t think to pack groceries but threw in two flasks of whiskey at the last minute, along with some clothes—­one set, because as soon as it’s morning, they’re getting the hell out of here.

But maybe they should be grateful for the provisions. She’s not sure if she can stomach anything herself, and the idea roils in her stomach, but the rest of the group might want something later. The closest grocery store is miles away, and after turning off the main road, she doesn’t recall seeing any restaurants.

A gust of wind shudders the windows and Maureen cuts her eyes to the left, her shoulders rising.

The food, this beautiful house: it’s as if Cal wants them to enjoy their weekend. He’s taking care of every detail. But nothing about tonight will be pleasant, not with the memories that will be dredged up, and not with the secrets that Cal, for some God-­unknown reason, has waited ten years to share. After all this time, he’s asking to see them face-­to-­face. And the very idea, the fact that they’ve complied, sets a fire inside her. When she sees him, she knows what she must do.

Her daughter, Meg, was seventeen when she died, her body found in a creek, her black hair tangled among the reeds. The gash to her head hurt her but didn’t kill her, and she drowned when she slipped beneath the water. A group of hungover teenagers said they didn’t see anything, didn’t know anything, except for one person who stepped forward later: Samantha.

Sam shouldn’t have been at that party. Only a high school freshman, she should have been home, but she crept out the window, a flashlight in hand. When Maureen asked if she went to the family cabin instead, only a few miles away from the bonfire, she said no, and Alice reminded her that none of the sisters had a key. Maureen checked the cabin weeks later, and the bed and chairs had been moved.

There’s a link to that place, Maureen knows. She can feel it. The truth scratching beneath the surface.

It was still morning when the police showed up, their bodies stiffening, broad shoulders spotted through the glass oval in their door, and Maureen knew. She just knew. The way a mother feels it in her bones that something isn’t right, that something happened to one of her children.

She fell to the ground and slammed into the doorsill, the metal cutting into her knees and splitting her skin. Her husband lifted her to her feet and they huddled together, the officers speaking, their words tumbling all over her, muffled and nonsensical, as if they’d been plunged underwater.

Underwater . . . like creek water against her ears.

Meghan’s friends said they woke when they heard someone screaming. By then, Sam had already snuck back home, Alice too. The girls thought their big sister was fast asleep.

She and Paul went to identify Meghan’s body, and the sight of their daughter’s pale blue lips and lifeless face pierced Maureen’s chest with a pain she didn’t know existed, that she didn’t know was possible—­it shouldn’t have been possible. You’re not supposed to lose your child. Meghan lay motionless, a thin cotton sheet pulled to her shoulders. She was still beautiful with that one small freckle beside her nose.

She wanted to climb on that table and lie beside her daughter, crumple over her and protect her, as if that would be enough, wanting so badly for that to be enough, as if it weren’t too late already. She stroked Meghan’s hair and ran her hand across her brow, her daughter’s skin cold to the touch.

She hummed her a lullaby, something she hadn’t done since the girls were young, and yet here it was, the instinct to protect, so immediate, so primal, the vibrations of “Cradle Song” thick and guttural in her throat. She was simply a mom hushing her child to sleep.


About Georgina Cross

After graduating from Louisiana State University, I enjoyed a career in television news, marketing & communications and worked 9 years in business development/bid & proposal for an aerospace & defense contractor before joining the Huntsville/Madison County Chamber of Commerce as the Workforce Development Director. I also founded Susie’s Wish non-profit in 2015 which sends patients with life threatening illnesses to the beach, named in honor of our best friend and former TV news reporter Susie Edwards. Married to David, we spend our weekends filled with basketball tournaments, scary movies, and trying new restaurants with our combined family of four sons.

I’m represented by my agent Rachel Beck with Liza Dawson Associates with my suspense appealing to readers of The Good Girl by Mary Kubica, Then She Was Gone by Lisa Jewell, The Mother-in-Law by Sally Hepworth, and The Marriage Lie by Kimberly Belle.

I’m the author of ONE NIGHT and NANNY NEEDED, published with Bantam, Penguin Random House, and the bestselling author of THE STEPDAUGHTER, as well as THE MISSING WOMAN and THE NIECE published by Bookouture, Hachette Publishing. More books to come in 2024! Announcements coming soon!


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One Night 
Written By
Georgina Cross 
Review By
Heidi Lynn’s Book Reviews

First, I want to thank Georgina Cross, Penguin Random House and NetGalley for providing me with this book so I may bring you this review.


O.M.G!! Georgina Cross’s latest intensely twisted psychological thriller One Night has to be one of her best written books ever!! My prediction is this will be on the bestseller list in no time! It is a highly addicting fast paced read that I could not put down! Oh yes! It was that good so you may want to clear your schedule! 


I LOVED this book and just couldn’t get enough of it!! If you think your family has drama you have not met this family! Ohh she had my head spinning out of control at not only one climatic ending but three of them! However, nothing could prepare me for the final revelation that made my jaw just drop!! Ohh she is GOOD!! 


This is one book that you will be on the edge of your seat for as it is intense! There were so many mysteries that needed to be solved. One Night is packed with tragedy, heartbreak, secrets, wicked twists and turns, and even a taboo storyline thrown into the mix! 


They always say write what you are passionate about and this is just what Georgina did in One Night. Georgina has a special place in her heart for Oregon where she and her husband vacationed. She fell in love with the breathtaking views and sights that she wanted to incorporate into her book. 


Georgina is always so thankful and appreciative to all her readers, book reviewers, bloggers for sharing the love for her books. 







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