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Blog Tour & Reviews: Gunshy by Lili St. Germain

 

 

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A stand alone psychological thriller.
** NOT A ROMANCE **

 



HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?

In the middle of a fierce snowstorm in Gun Creek, Nevada, seventeen-year-old Jennifer Thomas disappears without a trace.

The second girl in nine years.

Identical cases. Identical conditions. Only last time, the girl was found. Dead, stuffed in a well beside the creek that feeds the town’s water supply.

The killer was never found.

As the small town mobilizes and searches for newly vanished Jennifer Thomas, one suspect comes to the fore. But did he do it? Or is there something else at play? Something nobody could have anticipated?

For Jennifer’s friend Cassie Carlino, the worst is yet to come. As she pins MISSING posters to store windows and joins the search, she begins to suspect that Jennifer’s disappearance might be much closer to her than she could have ever imagined.

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REVIEWS


5 stars

Oh my god this book was CRAZZZZZY!! What a ride, what an epic, scary and nail biting ride. I love dark books they are my absolute favourite and sadly I hadn’t read any for awhile until I read Gunshy and it was like I was joining the dark side for the very first time. Lili created something beautifully disturbing, and utterly addictive. One of the highlights of gunshy was all the twists and turns constantly keeping me on edge always seconding guessing whether I would have successfully nailed who done it, what was going to happen next. Thankfully I wasn’t able to guess at all. This book actually threw me. I’ve read all of Lili’s work and I know what to expect but Gunshy is definitely her best work to date, her writing is flawless her characters are full of faults but in your own way you can like them. This is one of those books where you just have to commit and go all in and not come up for a break until your done and by then it’s to late this story will be engrained in your soul, you’ll be sitting in a quiet room and all of a sudden you’ll decide you can’t sit in silence anymore because it’s scary, and checking the mailbox becomes a chore for someone else 😂

I’ve not stopped thinking about Gunshy since I finished reading it and I know it’s going to stay with me for a long time! I’m so glad I read this book. It’s been my most memorable/top book of 2017! 

4 Star Review by Bel

Let me start this review with an appropriate WHAT THE F*CK Lili Saint Germain?

Do I love you? Hate you? I really don’t know how I feel right now, Lili. But are you a crazy brilliant mastermind? Why yes, yes you are.

Gun Shy is a brilliantly crafted thriller. A mysterious tale of psychological fucking chaos if I’m being honest with you. Did I love it? No. But I’ll explain more about that in a minute. Firstly lets get a few things out of the way for those Lili Saint Germain lovers out there whom have read her previous work and currently wondering whether they should pick up Gun Shy.

Is it anything like her previous books? In some ways, yes I believe it is. There is Lili Saint Germain crazy happening in Gun Shy, just like in our beloved Gypsy Brothers and Cartel series.

Is it a little darker, more gruesome, more intense? Possibly the understatement of the year. Goddamn crazy AF. Hope you didn’t plan on sleeping tonight.

Is it a romance? Debatable. Will depend who you ask. Lili herself has made it public that Gun Shy is not a romance. I agree with her, but keep reading.

But is there LOVE? Relationships between characters? YESSSS. I believe it has a whole hell of a lot of love in it. In my opinion, love is the driving force of many events that play out in this story. The reason, the cause, the why’s, the how’s. Is it a healthy kind of love? Fuck no. And Lili Saint Germain has not romanticised what this love is: fucking fucked the fuck up.

So what’s the book about then? Your worst nightmares. Actually let me rephrase that, it’s worse than your worst nightmares. I’ll never let my kids go to the letterbox on their own again. Ever. Like never ever again. I will never move to a teeny tiny town. I also might have nightmares for the next month about this shit.

Gun Shy isn’t a book you can explain without giving away too much, but then again, ‘psychological thriller’ doesn’t explain a whole lot either. So here’s my somewhat cryptic version on what to expect from this story.

Gun Shy hits you with a dose of reality of what can so easily happen when something or someone unassuming works their way into your life, under your skin and most importantly, into your mind. A series of events, disastrous, life changing, unfortunate events change the course of not one, not two, but many of the lives of the Gun Creek residents. Their lives will likely have you cringing but Gun Shy is like a car crash happening, it hurts to read, disturbing definitely, but you can’t look away, can’t stop turning the pages to find out what could possibly happen next in this small town of Nevada.

Serial killers with disarming smiles.
Murdered teenage girls.
Deadbeat junkies and children having children.
Mysteries and secrets in a town that would rather turn a blind eye.
If the town itself doesn’t kill any life you had left in you, the residents just might.
And let’s not forget about dead girl juice. (Yeah, good luck with that.)

Despite my constant state of “ew,” while reading Gun Shy, I’m glad I finished it. However in all it’s brilliance, within the pages of what’s sure to be some of the best work from Miss Saint Germain, I found myself depressed with the continuous heavy content and frustrated with the questions still consuming my mind once I finished the book. With a handful of loose ends, a character I grew to hate and an ending I couldn’t find comfort in, my rating for Gun shy dropped.

I’m not an idiot, a thriller isn’t going to be humorous, nor did I expect Gun Shy to be. But the content of this story, the dialogue, inner thoughts, actions. Every scene weighed heavy on my heart, by the end I was in emotional ruins. I wanted a small reprieve, here or there. Once, maybe once would have been enough.

But like all of my reviews, these are just my thoughts. If you are a lover of the television show Criminal Minds, love a good thriller with a side of psychopath then get your hands on Gun Shy.

And hey,

Welcome to Gun Creek.

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Leo

I visit Jennifer every evening at the diner; she seems to like the attention, and I could use the distraction. I make sure to turn up just before her shift ends, and she gives me a ride home every night. The first night she came over we ended up talking for hours. My mouth hurt by the end, every sense on high alert. I was a gentleman. I didn’t lay a hand on her again, not after she started to talk. She’s in trouble. A lot of trouble. I think it eased her mind to be able to confess to somebody who pretty much wrote the book on trouble in this town.
I mean, there’s not a thing I can do to help the girl. Not unless she tells me who got her into this mess in the first place. “That’s the problem with men,” she said to me when I urged her to give me the name of the guy blackmailing her. “They always jump straight to problem-solving. Men always want to fix everybody.”
“You don’t want to be fixed?” I’d asked her.
“I can fix myself,” she’d replied. “I just need somebody to understand.”
I don’t understand. Her predicament is something I’ve never experienced. But I can listen. I listen to her talk as she drives me home in her shiny new car every night, and it makes me feel less of a fuck-up. I mean, she hasn’t killed anyone. But she’s planning to. And that’s why we’ve found each other. I am a killer and she is ready to spill blood. She is a welcome distraction from my sins, and I am a makeshift altar for her to lay her own sins upon. Because when I’m with Jennifer, I don’t think about Cassie Carlino. I don’t think of Karen Brainard. And, most especially, I don’t think of Teresa King and the way she burned beside me in that car.
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The night Jennifer Thomas disappears is like all the rest. I go to the diner. Order nachos and a Coke. I’m surprised Jennifer is working. It’s Thanksgiving, and the place is deserted. Even Amanda is nowhere to be seen.
“Working on Thanksgiving?” I ask Jennifer, as she slides my food in front of me. She shrugs, that glitter lipgloss catching the light as she moves. “It’s just another day, isn’t it?”
I nod.
“Besides,” she says, “It pisses my dad off. I asked for this shift.”
At ten, I help her to turn out all the lights. I wait beside her as she locks the front doors of the diner, feeling vaguely worried about the fact that somebody left a sixteen year old cheerleader alone to lock up this late at night. I note the lack of video surveillance, the remote location, the fact that everyone is tucked safely inside their houses while Jennifer is alone with a convicted criminal in the dead of night.
Jennifer offers me a ride home, which I accept. Except, instead of driving me straight home like she has done for the past six nights in a row, Jennifer pulls her Range Rover off the road into an uncleared section of pine trees that tower over us. The track is narrow and winding and she doesn’t answer me when I ask her where she’s taking us.
She stops in a small clearing and cuts the lights. The engine is still running. Bits of snow fall outside, slow and bloated in their trajectory toward the ground. Jennifer’s hands are small as they grip the steering wheel; her eyes lit up by the red illumination of the dashboard, making her look almost demonic.
“What are we doing here?” I ask her again.
“I don’t want to go home,” she says staring straight ahead.
“Fair enough,” I reply. I watch her as she struggles to find words. She squirms in her heated leather seat, her nails shiny and perfect, her shoulders sagging under the weight of something I cannot see.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asks me in a tiny voice, and she sounds so mouse-like and weak that I almost laugh.
“Do I think you’re pretty?” I echo, feeling a smirk cut its way across my face. “Jennifer, you’re so pretty I could die just from looking at you.”
She rolls her eyes. “You think I’m stupid. You’re just here because you feel sorry for me, Leo.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think you’re stupid. And I’m not here because I feel sorry for you.”
She swallows thickly; I can see the pulse beat nervously in her throat. “Then why are you here?”
“Well, I guess I’m here right now because you just drove us off the road and into the woods.”
“You know what I mean.”
Do, I, though? I sigh. “Because you’re the only person in this town worth talking to who will even look at me.”
She bites her lip and I have the sudden, piercing urge inside my skull to wrap my hands around her throat and drag her onto my lap. That’s some messed up shit. She’s sixteen. Six. TEEN. I’m repeating the number in my head over and over, willing my dick to settle down. I can feel the throb of wanting her in my cock, in the thunderous rush of blood that makes my heart hit my ribcage like the firing of a gun, bang, bang, bang. My need eclipses my rationality. So what if she’s sixteen? She drove into this fucking clearing and licked her lips and asked me if I thought she was pretty.
“Why have you been back to the diner every single night, just as I’m about to get off shift?”
“Umm,” I try. “It’s the only decent place in town?”
She narrows her eyes at me and there’s a fire inside her pupils; it might be below freezing outside, but it’s a billion degrees in here. We’re already fogging up the windows with our breath, and I haven’t even laid a finger on her.
“Liar,” she says. “I want the real reason.”
You’re about to get the real reason, sweetheart. I grip the armrest. I grip it so hard my fingernails ache.
“I’m here because I’m a bad guy, Jennifer.”
“And?”
“Because you’re so pretty I can’t think about anybody else. Because I want to do things to you… that would probably frighten you. Things that might hurt you.”
Her cheeks are flush; her breathing quickens. I haven’t even touched her, and she’s already excited. Or scared. Or both. I want to reach between her thighs and see if it’s lust I’m reading on her face.
“What kinds of things?” she asks.
I cover my face with my hands.  
“What kinds of things?” she repeats, a hand on my shoulder. I let my hands fall into my lap and fix my stare on this girl who should be home with her family, not out here in the dark in the woods and snow with a criminal. I watch in awe as she slides her seat back and reaches her hands up underneath her skirt, tugging a pair of panties down her legs and unhooking them from her heels. She can’t look at me as she hands me a pair of baby blue silk panties with a bow on the front. I grip the underwear in my fist so tight I could tear it to shreds with a single pull, but I don’t rip it. I find the damp spot of arousal in the center of the material and bring it up to my face. I close my eyes. I breathe Jennifer in.
I shouldn’t be here. Not with her. Not like this. I will get out of the car, I decide. I will walk home. I will not touch this girl.
But then, “I promise I won’t tell anyone,” she whispers.
Fuck.
I grab her. I drown her shock out with my mouth. I squeeze her slender neck with my prison-rough palms. I keep my promise and I hurt Jennifer Thomas until I’m sated.
It’s only after when I’m looking at the blank expression on her face, the odd tilt of her neck, the bruises blossoming on her spread thighs, that I understand what I have done.
By then, it’s too late.
The night Jennifer Thomas disappears is like all the rest.
Apart from the way it ends.

 

 

Lili writes dark, delicious romance full of love, lust and revenge. Her USA Today Bestselling Gypsy Brothers series focuses on a morally bankrupt biker gang and the young woman who seeks her vengeance upon them. The Cartel series is a trilogy that explores the beginnings of the club, published through HarperCollins.

Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, excellent coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Instagram.

She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.
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