The
Revenge List : A Novel
Hannah
Mary McKinnon
On Sale
Date: May 23, 2023
9780778333463
Trade
Paperback
$18.99
USD
368
pages
ABOUT
THE BOOK:
As a therapy exercise, a
woman writes a list of people she wants to forgive, and thinks nothing of it
when she loses it in an Uber…until one by one the people on the list become
victims of freak accidents. Set in Portland, Maine, Hannah Mary McKinnon’s breakout
suspense novel THE REVENGE LIST will appeal to fans of Lisa Unger, Joshilyn
Jackson, and Tarryn Fisher.
Following an epic run-in
with a client who threatened to pull out of a contract at her father’s company
if she doesn’t suffer some consequences, Frankie Morgan agrees to go to anger
management. With the business struggling with cash-flow and her brother needing
help with the medical bills for his sick daughter, she can’t risk harming the
business further. But that doesn’t mean she’ll be happy about attending.
During the first
session, the group is asked to spend some quiet time exploring their pasts and
sitting with the emotions that generates, before making a start on a Forgiveness List—a list of people with
whom they’re angry and might work on forgiving. She begrudgingly goes along
with it and doesn’t worry too much when she forgets the list in an Uber on her
way home. It shouldn’t matter—it was just a therapy exercise—except a few days
later the first person on that list is injured in a freak accident. When the
second person gets hurt, she hopes it’s coincidence. After the third is
targeted, she knows it’s a pattern. And she’s in trouble. Because the next name
on that list is…hers.
Sneak Peek Excerpt:
CHAPTER ONE
***
The sharp sound of a
high-pitched scream filled the air. A noise so unrecognizable, at first I
didn’t register it had come from deep within me, traveling up my throat in
stealth mode before bursting from my mouth.
The remnants of the yell
reverberated around the car, forcing their way into my ears and penetrating my
skull, urging me to do something. Survival instincts kicked in, and I fumbled
with the seatbelt, my other hand grasping for the door handle. The need for the
relative safety that solid, stationary ground would bring was so intense it
made my stomach heave. A loud click of the central locking system meant my
captor had outsmarted me again, obliterating my immediate plan to throw myself
from the moving vehicle.
When I looked out the
windshield, I knew there was no time to find an alternate escape. The end of
the road—the edge of the cliff—announced by signs and broken
red-and-white-striped wooden barricades, had been far enough away seconds ago
but now gleamed in the car’s headlights, a looming warning yards ahead. I
couldn’t comprehend what was about to happen, couldn’t do anything as the
vehicle kept going, splintering planks and racing out the other side with
nothing but air below. I let out another scream, far louder than my first, the
absolute terror exploding from my lungs.
For the briefest of
moments, we were suspended, as if this was a magic trick or an elaborate roller
coaster. Perhaps, if I were really lucky, this was all a dream. Except I
already knew there were no smoke and mirrors, no swirling track leading us
through loop-the-loops and to safety. It wasn’t a nightmare I’d wake from with
bedsheets wrapped around my sweaty body. This was happening. It was all
terrifyingly real.
As the car continued its
trajectory, it tipped forward. The only thing to stop our momentum was whatever
we were rushing toward, obscured by the cloudy night skies. Pushing my heels
into the floor, I tried to flatten my shoulders against the seat. My hands
scrambled for the ceiling to brace myself, but I flopped like a rag doll, my
loosened seatbelt tearing into my shoulder.
They say your life
flashes before you when you’re close to death. That didn’t happen to me.
Instead, it was all my regrets. Choices I’d made. Not made. Things I’d said and
done. Not said. Not done. It was far too late to make amends. There would be no
opportunity to beg anyone for forgiveness. No possibility of offering some.
As the finality of the
situation hit me full on, I turned my head. The features of the driver next to
me were illuminated in a blueish glint from the dashboard lights. His face had
set in a stony grimace; his jaw clenched so tight he had to have shattered
teeth. But what frightened me the most were his eyes, filled with what could
only be described as maniacal delight.
He’d said we were both
going to die. As the car hurtled to the bottom of the cliff, I closed my eyes
and accepted he was right.
***
Excerpted from The Revenge
List by Hannah Mary McKinnon, Copyright © 2023 by Hannah McKinnon.
Published by MIRA Books.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
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Hannah Mary McKinnon was born in the UK, grew up in Switzerland and
moved to Canada in 2010. After a successful career in recruitment, she quit
the corporate world in favor of writing. She now lives in Oakville, Ontario,
with her husband and three sons, and is delighted by her twenty-second
commute. Connect with her on Facebook, on Twitter @HannahMMcKinnon, and on
Instagram @HannahMaryMcKinnon. For more, visit her website,
www.hannahmarymckinnon.com. |
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