When Casey's mirror twin goes missing,
she's led to a dark
and deadly paradise where nobody escapes...
The Good Sister
by Bonnie Traymore
Genre: Psychological Thriller
When her mirror twin
goes missing, Casey is led to a deadly paradise where no one escapes…
Casey and Nora are mirror twins, identical—sort of. Casey is
right-handed, Nora is left-handed. Their moles sit on opposite cheeks. In terms
of personality, they are also diametrically opposed.
So, when her high-strung sister disappears after a fight
with her husband, Casey shouldn’t be as concerned as she is. Nora’s done it
before.
But this time, things feel different. It’s a twin thing;
Casey knows it in her bones. Something is terribly wrong.
Casey hires private investigator who discovers that Nora’s
been on the dark web—lured by an entity that calls itself Switzerland,
promising to take away your pain and leave you in a state of eternal bliss, for
a hefty fee.
The trail leads to a luxury wellness retreat hidden in the
Mexican jungle. Determined to find her sister before it’s too late, Casey poses
as a resort guest and heads to Mexico to rescue her sister.
As Casey digs deeper, she finds something far more sinister
than she could have imagined, and it’s possible that neither of them will get
out alive.
“Gripping, twisty,
and impossible to put down. This one is a must-read for thriller fans with an
ending you won’t see coming!” – Caleb Stephens, bestselling author of You’ll
Never Know.
“What a thriller.
Seriously. Mirror twins who could sense and feel each other's pain and
emotions. Just imagine where that could take you.” NetGalley
“A brilliant book.
Just top tier brilliant kind of reading for me. I still feel excited and
humming from it even now thinking about it again just to write my review.” –
NetGalley
“This novel is a
compelling, high-stakes ride through deceit and psychological drama. I cannot
recommend this book highly enough for fans of intricate, character-driven
thrillers.” -NetGalley
Perfect for fans of
gripping psychological thrillers, chilling domestic suspense, missing sister
mysteries, dark web conspiracy novels, and mind-bending women's fiction with
shocking twist endings. If you love twisty, unputdownable thrillers with strong
female leads, sinister secrets, and heart-pounding suspense — you won't be able
to put this down.
PROLOGUE
Move, my brain screams—my arms and
legs lag behind.
Blood pools behind her
head, oozing out over the tile floor. Her eyes roll back into a blank stare. If
I want to get out of here, this is my only chance. I don’t have much time
before someone misses her.
I grab the key card
out of her coat pocket and gingerly pull off her lab coat, being careful not to
stain it with the growing river of blood.
As I slip on her white
coat, my head darts around for something I can use as a weapon–but this isn’t a
surgical center. No scalpels. No razors. Nothing sharp.
Syringes.
Scads of them.
Yes, this can work.
I fumble through the
medicine cabinet, and it’s like a candy store for drug addicts.
Ketamine.
Midazolam.
Haldol.
Potassium chloride,
instantly deadly.
But only if I can hit a vein.
Nope. Too risky.
I rip a syringe open
with my teeth, push in the plunger, tear open the vial tabs, and stab the
needle into the first vial, then the second. I fill the syringe with a lethal
dose of ketamine and midazolam, hoping that it will work fast enough, if it
comes to that.
Two or three minutes or so for onset, injected
into a muscle.
I’ve never envisioned
myself as a murderer. But what choice do I have?
Footsteps outside the
door stop me in my tracks.
Someone’s hovering,
and I can only hope they don’t call out her name.
She moans.
She’s alive?
What if she cries out for help?
Sweat moistens my
palms as I wait. I wipe away the dampness, willing myself to calm down. I can’t
afford to have slippery fingers with what I’m attempting.
Now it’s quiet. Too
quiet. I didn’t hear footsteps or anyone leaving.
Are they just standing there?
Maybe they heard our scuffle?
If she makes a sound,
I’m as good as dead.
I rip open another
syringe, grab a vial of potassium chloride out of the cabinet, and fill it. On
reflex, I tap it to get out the air bubbles, and a nervous chuckle slips out.
What’s the point of
that?
I find a vein on the
top of her hand, which is creepily warm. She seems to have passed out again, or
else she’s dead. But I’m pretty sure she’s still alive, although I can always
tell myself she wasn’t. But I’m not positive.
Can I actually do this?
For a split second, I
hesitate.
Before this moment, it
was self-defense.
It’s her or me,
though, so I prepare to jab the needle into her vein.
Instead, I check again
for a pulse.
She’s dead … I’m pretty sure.
The door handle turns.
I rush behind the door
and ready my other syringe. My heart’s pounding so hard, I’m afraid someone
will hear it. My pulse thrums in my ears as I await what’s next.
Then the handle
catches, the lock saving me–or whoever’s on the other side.
I wait in stillness as
the sound of a woman’s heels click, click, clicking on the tile floor fades to
silence, willing my racing pulse to slow.
At least it’s not
Cameron.
Then I make my move.
PART ONE
One month earlier
ONE
Nora
The pain is
unbearable, deep in the pit of my stomach, the scars of a lifetime suddenly
ripped open. I haven’t slept for days. I don’t even know my own mind.
Dipping in and out of
consciousness, I’m kept barely functional by little microsleeps. My head aches
behind my eyes. I’d give anything to fall into the black abyss, where all my
problems dissolve into the quiet darkness.
Soft meditation music
plays in the background.
“It’s not your fault,”
a voice calls out to me. “Life is hard,” it continues, the ding … ding … ding of the bells hypnotic, comforting. “We can take
away your pain. Come to Switzerland. Find your inner peace.”
Tears pool in my eyes.
“It’s all going to be
okay,” I tell myself.
I click on the link.
It looks so peaceful
there.
For the first time in
months, I have hope.
Tears stream down my
face as I absorb it all.
Taking away my pain.
It sounds so tempting.
I want to believe.
I need to believe.
So, I do.
And that is my first
mistake.
Bonnie Traymore is the Amazon bestselling author of fourteen
domestic/psychological thrillers. Her thrillers feature strong but relatable
female protagonists who peel back the layers of suburban American life and give
readers a peek inside. The plots explore difficult topics such as jealousy,
infidelity, murder, and the impact of psychological disorders, but she also
includes bits of romance and humor to lighten the mood from time to
time.
Bonnie loves Hitchcock movies, psychological thriller
novels, coffee, and dark chocolate, not necessarily in that order and sometimes
simultaneously. She has a doctorate in United States history and resides in
Honolulu with her family. She's an active member of International Thriller
Writers and Mystery Writers of America.
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