The Cellar [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books
  • Author:  Preston, Natasha
  • Author:  Preston, Natasha
  • ISBN-10:  1492600970
  • ISBN-10:  1492600970
  • ISBN-13:  9781492600978
  • ISBN-13:  9781492600978
  • Publisher:  Sourcebooks Fire
  • Publisher:  Sourcebooks Fire
  • Pages:  368
  • Pages:  368
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2014
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2014
  • SKU:  1492600970-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  1492600970-11-SPLV
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<p><strong>A gripping, ripped-from-the-headlines, #1 <em>New York Times</em>bestselling thriller from Natasha Preston, author of <em>The Cabin</em>!</strong></p><p>Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her-and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...</p><p><strong>Don't miss the next heart-pounding thriller from Natasha Preston, <em>You Will Be Mine</em>, coming February 2018! </strong></p><p><strong>Also by Natasha Preston:</strong><br>Awake<br>The Cabin<br>You Will Be Mine </p><p><b>1</b></p><p>SUMMER</p><p>Saturday, July 24th (Present)</p><p>Looking out my bedroom window, I'm faced with yet another dull English summer day. The heavy clouds made it look way too dark for July, but not even that was going to faze me. Tonight I was going to celebrate the end of the school year at a gig by a school band, and I was determined to have some fun.</p><p>"Hey, what time are you leaving?" Lewis asked. He let himself into my room-as usual-and sat down on the bed. We'd been together over a year, so we were more than comfortable with each other now. Sometimes I missed the time when Lewis didn't tell me he was getting off the phone because he needed to pee or when he would pick up his dirty underwear before I came over. My mum was right: the longer you were with a man, the grosser they became. Still, I wouldn't change him. You're supposed to accept someone you love for who they were, so I accepted his messiness.</p><p>I shrugged and studied my reflection in the mirror. My hair was boring, flat, and never looked right. I couldn't even pull off the messy look. No matter how "easy" the steps to the perfect bedhead look were in a magazine, I never could make it work.lCĪ

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