Shiver. Lisa Jackson

'A fast moving murder mystery with twists and turns right to the epilogue . . . good holiday reading'

(Launceston Examiner )

Praise for DEEP FREEZE

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‘As a beach read, this is a cracker. Read it at night and it certainly will keep you up. For after the prologue, Jackson slips into her real agenda, and out of your comfort zone.’

(Courier Mail, Brisbane - DEEP FREEZE )

'A fast-paced and surprisingly complex story . . . The depiction of the protagonist . . . reaches an unusual depth, and the crisp, skillful language infuses every sentence with suspense . . . will keep readers riveted.'

(Publishers Weekly - DEEP FREEZE )

'A spine-tingler.' (Seattle Post-Intelligencer - DEEP FREEZE )

'A spine-tingler.'

'As a beach read, this is a cracker. Read it at night and it certainly will keep you up. For after the prologue, Jackson slips into her real agenda, and out of your comfort zone.'

'A spine-tingler.' --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

A serial killer is turning New Orleans into his personal playground. The victims are killed in pairs - no connection, no apparent motive, no real clues. It’s a very sick game, and it’s only just begun. 

Abby Chastain left New Orleans long ago and for good reason. Now she’s back where she feels watched, as if the devil himself is scraping a fingernail along her spine. It doesn’t help that Detective Reuben Montoya is convinced she’s somehow the key to unlocking the murders -  a mystery that has something to do with Our Lady of Virtues Mental Hospital, a decaying old asylum where unspeakable crimes were once committed and a human predator may still wait. 

As more bodies are found in gruesome, staged scenarios, Montoya and Abby are in a desperate race to stop a killer whose terrifying crimes are bringing them ever nearer to a shocking revelation. 

For the past is never completely gone. Its sins must be avenged . . .

 

 

(20070115)

Every twist, every turn, every shock will make you shiver . . .

A serial killer is turning New Orleans into his personal playground. The victims are killed in pairs - no connection, no apparent motive, no real clues. It's a very sick game, and it's only just begun.

Abby Chastain left New Orleans long ago and for good reason. Now she's back where she feels watched, as if the devil himself is scraping a fingernail along her spine. It doesn't help that Detective Reuben Montoya is convinced she's somehow the key to unlocking the murders - a mystery that has something to do with Our Lady of Virtues Mental Hospital, a decaying old asylum where unspeakable crimes were once committed and a human predator may still wait.

As more bodies are found in gruesome, staged scenarios, Montoya and Abby are in a desperate race to stop a killer whose terrifying crimes are bringing them ever nearer to a shocking revelation.

For the past is never completely gone. Its sins must be avenged . . . --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

She started shrieking in terror behind her gag, struggling to get away, but the lunatic held her tighter, kept his hand over hers and quickly untied her blindfold. 
In the glow of a single small lantern she witnessed what she'd done. A man who was vaguely familiar was seated in a chair, a thin pillow strapped around his torso. His hands were bound behind him, his ankles strapped to the metal legs of the chair. He was slumped forward and beneath him, in an ever-widening pool, was the blood draining from his body.