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296 pages, Hardcover
First published September 18, 2012

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Vengeance is mine.
”She had to get over him. Had to. He was a player- as Minnie brought up repeatedly- they were going to college a thousand miles apart, and her best friend was in love with him. She had to move on.”Because he’s SOOOOO handsome; he’s the best thing since Swiss cheese.
”His dimples- the left one slightly deeper than the right- taunted her. So many times she’d dreamed about running her fingers over them, feeling the soft indentations with her fingers, then tracing the strong, square line of his chin. ”Following the plot of Christie’s novel, one by one the guests begin to die. Meg being the special snowflake that she is, tries to help them with her mad computer skills. It almost works. But Meg isn’t exactly thinking about that in the moment, BECAUSE T.J.
”She felt a collective sigh of relief, including someone’s breath against her cheek. Not just someone, T.J. So close that she could have turned her face and their lips would have touched...Yes, it is most inappropriate.
Stop it. Of all the inappropriate times to think about kissing T.J., this had to be the worst.”
”Faster than Meg could react he reached down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then whirled around and headed back up the hill.SERIOUSLY? The houseguests are dying. This is NOT the time to be thinking about whether he kissed or licked your face.
Several thoughts filled Meg’s head simultaneously.
Number one- she was quite possibly going to pass out from joy.
Number two- had he meant to kiss her? Had it been a mistake? No, that was silly. How could it possibly have been a mistake unless she was trying to lick something off her face?”
”She unbuttoned his coat and had a hand up his sweater before she could even register what she was doing. His skin was hot and smooth, and she wanted to feel every inch of it, right then and there regardless of what was going on around them. Or perhaps because of it? Meg had no idea. She only thought of T.J. and how desperately she wanted him. She didn’t care about anything else- not the murders not being stranded on the island not the strange writing on the bathroom mirror that seemed oddly similar...”THEY MAKE OUT AND HAVE A STRIPTEASE. YES, YOU READ THAT RIGHT. BECAUSE WHEN YOU FIND FOUR DEAD BODIES, ONE THAT WAS BLUDGEONED, AND THREE THAT WERE SHOT, YOU MAKE OUT WITH THE NEAREST MALE SPECIMAN NEAR YOU. WHAT THE FRACKITY FRACK FRACK WERE THEY THINKING. THERE ARE FOUR DEAD BODIES.
”But as nightmarish as the whole weekend had been as horrifying and painful and life-altering in a way that even years of therapy wouldn’t be able to cure her of, it had done one beautiful thing: It had brought her and T.J. together.”ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!