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400 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 10, 2015
Danny Balando wouldn’t stop searching for me. He was in jail, but the rest of his drug cartel was roaming free. Any one of them could be paid to do his bidding. His only hope was to hunt me down and kill me before I could testify.In order for Stella to live long enough to be a witness for the federal government to prosecute this drug dude, Stella has to be placed into Witness Protection for, well, her own protection. A valued service that she is determined to undermine at all cost.
“You know I can’t tell you where he’s going.”THEY'RE HIDING HIS LOCATION FROM HER FOR HER OWN SAFETY. The nerve! THE NERVE!
“He’s my boyfriend.”
“This is how we keep witnesses safe. I know it isn’t easy on you, but we’re doing our job. Got you the ten minutes you asked for. Had to jump through a lot of hoops. Last thing the judge wants is for one of you to influence the other’s testimony.”
I was being forced to leave my boyfriend, and he wanted a thank-you?
I could just make out the silhouette of a two-story house. It had the biggest lawn I’d ever seen, with more cottonwood trees soaring over the roofline. The lawn gave way to open fields, and past those, I could see nothing but a sapphire sky powdered with stars.Like, ew. And since she hates being there, maybe she can be difficult enough to be forced out of the Witness Protection Program.
I didn’t care what they thought. If they believed I was selfish and difficult, they were probably right. And if I made this summer a living hell for Carmina, maybe she’d let me move out early and live on my own. It wasn’t the worst idea I’d ever had.Because being murdered is a much better alternative than being forced to live in a hick town. Where she is going to be fucking bored for the rest of the summer. Oh, wait. Maybe she can get a job to entertain herself? But working is like, so middle-class.
“I don’t want a job.”Even in Witness Protection, a girl's gotta maintain her standards, ya know?
“School’s out, so most of the good jobs have been snatched up, but we’ll find you something,” she went on.
“I don’t want a job,” I repeated more firmly. I’d never had a job. My family wasn’t old money—we didn’t live in a country estate on the Main Line, and I didn’t dress effortlessly like Jackie O.—but we weren’t living paycheck to paycheck, either. My mom had been a debutante in Knoxville, and while she’d burned through what could be called her dowry, it was important to her to keep up appearances. It just would not do to have me seen in the workforce.
He could be in Kentucky or Kansas. I’d never know. Unless I went looking for him.Because knowing how to use a public computer to protect her trails is SUCH A SAFE AND SUREFIRE OPTION
And I could go looking, because I knew how to find him.
Deputy Price had made it very clear that I should never, under any circumstances, attempt to contact anyone from my old life. Danny Balando and the dangerous men he employed would never give up looking for me. The only way they’d find me was if I broke the rules.
I knew contacting Reed was breaking the rules, but he wasn’t in Philly anymore.
“Are you going to tell me why you’re driving her car, or should I let you explain yourself to the police?”3. She is a complete bitch to the woman who was kind enough to invite her into her home and protect her from the very beginning.
“It’s not what it looks like.”
“That’s a relief, because it looks like auto theft.
Taking her car was wrong, and I’d apologized. We’d settled the matter, and I wasn’t going to let her use my bad behavior as an excuse to exercise authority over me. She wasn’t my mom. She was a moving piece in the Justice Department’s cover story, and I was going to let her know that I knew it.She does improve, but it's too little, too late.
They thought they knew what was best for me, but I was better off on my own.She doesn't report possible danger to the people in charge of protecting her.
Deputy Price would want to know about this. But if they thought there was a breach, they’d probably yank me out. Thunder Basin hadn’t grown on me, but the last thing I wanted was to relocate to another middle-of-nowhere town. I had a job here. I was beginning to learn my way around. And I had Chet.5. And then, of course, there's a love triangle. It's kind of hard to focus on, like, surviving when you're constantly distracted by a guy's beautiful eyes or his bulging muscles on every other page.
I could pretend I liked him only because there was no one else around, but there was something about him. Something hard to resist. He was overpoweringly masculine yet incredibly sensitive. It was a dangerous combination. A dangerous, alluring, tempting combination. I staunchly refused to compare Chet to Reed—there was no point; I was happy with Reed—but an unwanted voice at the back of my mind whispered it was because I knew who’d win, and it wasn’t who I wanted.She is willing to risk getting beat up by the town bully to protect her new wuv.
Or was it?
I thought about telling him the truth, but I didn’t trust Chet. If I told him that Trigger was responsible for beating me up, and that just now he’d come back to rub it in and intimidate me further, Chet would go after him. I didn’t doubt Chet would win that fight, and as satisfying as it would be, I worried what might follow. Chet was nineteen. If Trigger pressed charges, the matter would be handled in criminal court. I wasn’t going to risk tainting Chet’s name with a record, or sending him behind bars, for a little ego-stroking.Hmm. Tainted name. Getting smashed into a pulp. Worry about your new beau first, naturally, right? God, she's fucking dumb.
Dangerous Lies wasn't a bad book, it just was unnecessary book. It didn't show me something that I already haven't read before. It wasn't original nor entertaining. Some parts were ok but the last 15% were sheer stupid drama. The MC Stella was not as bad as Nora from Hush, Hush and that says a lot about the character if you read the named book, you'll understand. But Stella is just mediocre and I can't even call her stupid, because it is not really her fault, in this case it is fully on the author for giving this character bad dialogs and attitude. She could've been a decent character and this book could've been a decent read if Becca just developed the whole thing more thoroughly.
In the beginning of my review I wanted to go into speech about how terrible MC was, how stupid she acted, how she had a boyfriend but was ogling another boy, how ungrateful she was for not accepting help with gratitude and how little I cared about her, though, she changed through out the book and became a little better self. But then I just understood one simple thing about this book, that I believe every one who reads or considers reading this book should understand: every character in this story is just a puppet, and every decisions they make or every action they take is just a setting for Becca Fitzpatrick's play. She created them the way they are and they didn't have a yes or no in the process. So there's no one to blame for the unfortunate outcome except the director - Becca Fitzpatrick. And it is only her fault that the theater hall is empty and the audience decided to visit a neighboring performance with a better script and settings. The only question remains: are Becca Fitzpatrick's future books are worth reading?
Estella Goodwinn has witnessed a terrible crime and upon agreeing to testify against the man who is sitting in jail, she must enter the witness protection program in order to keep her from the dangerous crime world the man is involved with. Because Danny Balando is pissed, and his connections in the cartel will want to find the girl who tossed him in jail.
I am completely stunned by this book, Becca Fitzpatrick really blew this one out of the water for me. She took the main character, made her utterly unlikable and through careful character development and growth, swiftly changed how I felt about Stella. At the beginning I wanted to grow at how inconsiderate and ungrateful Stella was. These people were putting their lives on the line to protect her and kept hitting the wall of snob that this character came built with. I wanted to throttle her. I literally put the book down for a few days because I was so angry at how she was handling her situation. After calming down, I plowed on, because despite my utter hate for Stella's character, Becca Fitzpatrick's writing was absolute perfection. Her way with words really knows how to pull you in, and her talent for writing really shines through the book. Once I was engrossed and trapped, I could NOT put this book down.
Mystery, secrets, lies and the mix characters of Thunder Basin, Nebraska made this book a real page turner. I loved seeing Stella grow and develop as a character. I love seeing her shed her jaded ways and accept Thunder Basin for what it was and the people surrounding her as friends. I also came to admire her as a character. In the end, I saw her for what she was, at the beginning a scared and lost girl who lashed out at everyone because she was losing her identity and growing into a strong and remarkable woman. I was glad to see her refuse at being pushed around when she ran into her troubles with Trigger and proud that she took action instead of letting the guy get away with everything he was getting away with, just because of who he was to the town.
I admired the way she treated the character's close to her, including Inny and Chet. The growth of trust and relationship building between her and Carmina, the woman who took her under her wings when she entered the protection program.
There was just so much going on, never really a dull moment. The secrets and lies Stella told really were taking a toll on her and made her question her morals.
Learning about Carmina's past, really made you feel for the character. It's devastating, it's poignantly sad and it touched my emotions on so many levels. It left me a bit startled that after everything she went through, she wasn't a more jaded character.
The romance in this was slow-burn and I loved it. I was so glad because it was such a refreshing change from all the recent insta-love. Because of Stella's previous relationship that she had to leave behind, and all the lies she has to keep secret, her and Chet's relationship starts as friendship that very slowly blooms into something more. It was believable and fantastic because I totally adored Chet. He has his own share of demons in the closet, things in the past that he has to live with because a part of the town does not seem to want to let him forget. He is such a strong, moral character with a heart of gold. The way he felt he needed to take care of his brother was both as heart breaking as respectable. The ending only made me love him ever more.
Chet was a good guy - a great guy. He didn't deserve the deception and heartache that would come from getting involved with me.
Despite Stella's mother being a sorry excuse for a human being and bringing all this trouble coming down on top of her daughter's head, there was still a strong sense of family in this book, especially when Carmina and Stella started to form a deeper bond. The care was obviously there, especially a moment that moved the bonds of their relationship and made it stronger.
Another part wanted to hug her. Maybe even shed tears of gratitude. She had my back. I wasn't alone.
I didn't like Stella's mother's character, she was a junkie who Stella as a minor ends up taking care of because the drug addiction and depression was so strong she could not function as a normal mom.
A glimpse of blue sky, a singing bird on the windowsill. Or, in my case, not having the weight of caring for my mom dragging me under. What if Thunder Basin was my chance to come up for air?
I think the only reason I did not give this book 5 stars is because everything happened in the end so quickly, all the actions and the sense of forbodding that was happening in this book exploded and wrapped up rather quickly. I was also confused with what happened to Reed, the author never really touched on that in the wrap up.
Outside of that. I really enjoyed the masterfully writing that kept me turning the pages late into the night. Even if it did give me a couple of black circles under my eyes, it was totally well worth it. I adored it all and can't wait to see what Fitzpatrick has in store for me next.
I leaned my back against the wall and shut my eyes. I rested a hand on the windowsill and let the cool air wash over my clammy skin. I breathed deeply, trying to plant my feet solidly in Thunder Basin.
My problems receded into the shadows and life seemed simple again. I felt cool, sweet relief. Tonight Thunder Basin didn't feel like a prison. It felt like a set of open doors at the end of a long, painful road, beckoning me closer.