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Entangled Teen
January 2018
On Sale: January 2, 2018
Featuring: Penelope Malone
336 pages
ISBN: 1633758915
EAN: 9781633758919
Kindle: B072QB3GVG
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Monica Murphy

Monica Murphy
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Beautiful. Perfect. Dead.

In the peaceful seaside town of Cape Bonita, wicked secrets
and lies are hidden just beneath the surface. But all it
takes is one tragedy for them to be exposed.

The most popular girls in school are turning up dead, and
Penelope Malone is terrified she's next. All the victims so
far have been linked to Penelope—and to a boy from her
physics class. The one she's never really noticed before,
with the rumored dark past and a brooding stare that cuts
right through her.

There's something he isn't telling her. But there's
something she's not telling him, either.

Everyone has secrets, and theirs might get them killed.

Excerpt

“That car is still trailing us.”

Glancing in the side mirror, I see that the car is behind us.
Cass chooses that moment to take a curve extra fast, making the
tires squeal, and I gasp. “You’re scaring me,” I murmur. It feels
like my heart just flew into my throat.

“Just wait. What I really want to do is going to scare you even
more,” he says cryptically.

“What do you want to do?”

“You’ll have to trust me on this.”

“Okay.” I clamp my lips shut. I shouldn’t automatically agree,
right? I’m still having trust issues, even though I’d never say
that out loud. This entire day has been confusing. I don’t know
who to believe anymore.

“No demanding we back out once we commit,” he says, his gaze
never wavering from the road. “That’s a surefire way to get
ourselves hurt.”

His words are ominous. Like a warning. “Fine. I’m all in.”

He eases up on the gas pedal, just the slightest bit. The car
slows, the vehicle behind us drawing closer. So close I swear it
looks like it’s going to eat the back bumper. “I don’t want you
to freak out.”

“Oh my God, Cass.” Why is he slowing down? “Just tell me.”

“You have to promise me one thing first.” His gaze meets mine,
lingering a moment too long. He should be watching the road, not
staring at me. “Say you’ll promise.”

“I promise,” I readily agree, frowning. “But what am I
promising?”

He’s staring straight ahead once more, his fingers sliding over
the steering wheel, almost like a caress. “You can’t scream.”

What?

“I mean it. No screaming. No yelling. You must remain quiet. I
need you to trust me, Pen.” He hesitates, his voice dropping
lower. “Do you trust me?”

Do I? He’s already asked me once and I said yes, but the doubt
still creeps in. He scares me a little. He also—God, I am so
ridiculous thinking this, but—he turns me on. He does. There’s
something about him. He has this edge that other boys don’t have.
And when he touches me, kisses me…

I’d probably do just about anything he asks me to.

So how can I doubt him when we’ve already gone this far together?

“I won’t scream,” I tell him quietly. “And I won’t yell. I
promise.”

“Okay.” He nods once, then hisses out a breath between his teeth.
I chance a glance at him, the way his dark hair falls over his
forehead, how he’s squinting his eyes. What he’s about to do,
what’s about to happen, feels…dangerous. “Here it goes.”

With a flick of his wrist he turns the car’s headlights off.
Like, completely off. The road goes dark. I suck in a breath,
hold it until I feel like it’s choking me. He hits the gas pedal
hard, the SUV roaring to life as he flies down the road. A
dangerous, winding road where multiple car crashes occur every
year. The windows are down, the wind blows through my hair,
blasts against my face, and I close my eyes.

I’m scared, and I can’t make a sound. Not a peep. I hold onto the
handle right above the window, gripping it with both hands as
Cass takes the twisty road with ease. My gaze is trained on the
side mirror and I watch for the car lights behind us.

They’re still there.