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Donaldson, Jennifer

 
9798217114849: A Lie for a Lie
Softcover
ISBN 13: 9798217114849
Verlag: Penguin Young Readers Group, 2026

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A thrilling and compulsive dark contemporary romance for fans of Everything We Never Said and If He Had Been With Me.

There’s a fine line between love and obsession…

Elyse has stopped hoping for anything good to happen in her life. Her family situation has her trapped—and she can’t find a way out. Until a teacher at school sees something in her, and for the first time she starts to see a path to freedom…but will it come at an enormous price? 

Gabe is dating the girl of his dreams—at least, he thought she was. Sasha always seemed sexy, funny, and intoxicating. But lately there’s a dark edge to her affection, and as she becomes increasingly controlling, Gabe realizes he has made a dangerous mistake.

In this dark contemporary romance with a shocking twist, Elyse and Gabe’s lives quickly spiral out of control, sending them on a collision course with deadly consequences.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Jennifer Donaldson graduated from Reed College and received her MFA from the University of Texas at Austin. She currently lives in Austin with her family.

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One
Gabe
Out on the street, leaves catch in eddies of wind, skimming the roadway and then lifting off to fly away. It’s eerily quiet, and then I realize the crickets have gone silent. It’s going to rain.
I throw my skateboard down onto the pavement and kick off. It’s a relief to get away. Sasha’s engaged in a lifelong war with her mom, a former debutante from an old Dallas family, prim and tight-­lipped. I don’t like feeling like I’m just a prop in the melodrama.
A sliver of lightning cuts across the clouds just overhead, and a moment later the thunder snarls. I hop up the curb and off it again. I’ll have to hurry if I want to get home before the downpour. I lean into the downward slope of the hill.
It comes out of nowhere: a flash of light, and then impact. I am flying. The wind streams around me, seeming for an impossible moment to buoy me up. It’s in that infinite moment, caught aloft, that I understand: a car. I’ve been hit by a car. The headlights surround me like a nimbus, like the light that surrounds the saints in a religious painting.
Then the second impact comes as my body hits the pavement.
The first heavy raindrops splatter around me. An icy chill unfurls through my body, spreading along my arms and legs and coiling the muscles into shivering knots. I don’t feel any pain—just the force ricocheting through my bones—but there’s something weird about how my arm is twisted. The clouds overhead swirl and glitter, pops of color exploding in their depths now. Or is that just my vision? I try to lift my head, to get a clear glimpse of my arm.
A black shape flutters into view over me, and I struggle to figure out what it is. A bat? A kite? No. An umbrella. The patter of rain on my face ceases as someone holds an umbrella over me. The someone is hard to make out; they keep splitting, dividing, merging back together, all in the strange and shimmery air. I squint up, trying to make out a face.
A cool hand rests on my cheek.
“Shhhhh.” The voice is a woman’s. A girl’s, maybe. “Don’t move.”
I stare up at her, trying to blink my head clear. The shifting world seems to be tinged with flares of sickening color now, shades of bile and blood at the corners of my vision. I hear a cell phone’s key pad and then the girl’s voice again. “I need to report an accident.”
Lightning streaks across the sky, and in its split-­second illumination I see her. She’s young, a teenager. Maybe my age. Her face is thin and pale, sharp-­angled. Her hair is long and dark. Then the lightning passes and all I can see is the glow of her phone against her cheek, the silhouette of the umbrella against the sky.
And then that starts to fade, too. Her voice gets farther and farther away. She’s saying something about my arm, but I can’t bring myself to worry too much about it. The sickly colors at the corners of my vision close in, throbbing for a few beats of my heart before I slide away into darkness.

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Verlag
Penguin Young Readers Group
Erscheinungsdatum
2026
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 13 
9798217114849
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
337
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