The Sun Down Motel by Simone St. James (English) Paperback Book

Description: The Sun Down Motel by Simone St. James Something hasnt been right at the roadside Sun Down Motel for a very long time, and Carly Kirk is about to find out why in this chilling New York Times bestselling novel, now in paperback.AN INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLERSomething hasnt been right at the roadside Sun Down Motel for a very long time, and Carly Kirk is about to find out why in this chilling new novel from the New York Times bestselling and award-winning author of The Broken Girls.Upstate New York, 1982. Viv Delaney wants to move to New York City, and to help pay for it she takes a job as the night clerk at the Sun Down Motel in Fell, New York. But something isnt right at the motel, something haunting and scary.Upstate New York, 2017. Carly Kirk has never been able to let go of the story of her aunt Viv, who mysteriously disappeared from the Sun Down before she was born. She decides to move to Fell and visit the motel, where she quickly learns that nothing has changed since 1982. And she soon finds herself ensnared in the same mysteries that claimed her aunt. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Simone St. James is the New York Times bestselling author of The Broken Girls, Lost Among the Living, and The Haunting of Maddy Clare. She wrote her first ghost story, about a haunted library, when she was in high school, and spent twenty years behind the scenes in the television business before leaving to write full-time. Review Praise for The Sun Down Motel "Deliciously creepy. A chilling blend of mystery and ghost story that will thrill fans of both."—Riley Sager, New York Times bestselling author of Lock Every Door "Simone St. James knows that true terror, as she effectively illustrates in The Sun Down Motel, goes beyond things that go bump in the night....St. James deftly melds an engrossing mystery with a tense supernatural thriller....keeps the tension high with myriad surprising twists."—Associated Press "There are very few novels that leave me feeling genuinely spooked....Simone St. Jamess The Sun Down Motel is very much one of those books, taking twists and turns that are equal parts compelling and creepy."—PopSugar "This creepy supernatural thriller will send shivers down your spine."—GoodHousekeeping.com "[A] truly nightmarish trip back and forth in time and into the supernatural...guaranteed to keep readers rapt...What a story!"—Booklist (starred review) "This novel is a creepy delight."—The New York Post "When are we too old for ghost stories? As long as they are as taut and twisty as Simone St. James latest novel, make that never....Readers of this thoroughly entertaining thriller wont be disappointed."—Minneapolis Star Tribune "Spooky, unsettling, and brilliantly written, The Sun Down Motel is mesmerizing from the first page. A breathlessly suspenseful supernatural mystery that will hook you early, and never let go."—Jennifer Hillier, author of Jar of Hearts, ITW Thriller Award winner for Best Novel Review Quote Praise for The Sun Down Motel "Deliciously creepy. A chilling blend of mystery and ghost story that will thrill fans of both."--Riley Sager, New York Times bestselling author of Lock Every Door "Simone St. James knows that true terror, as she effectively illustrates in The Sun Down Motel , goes beyond things that go bump in the night....St. James deftly melds an engrossing mystery with a tense supernatural thriller....keeps the tension high with myriad surprising twists."--Associated Press "There are very few novels that leave me feeling genuinely spooked....Simone St. Jamess The Sun Down Motel is very much one of those books, taking twists and turns that are equal parts compelling and creepy."--PopSugar "This creepy supernatural thriller will send shivers down your spine."--GoodHousekeeping.com "[A] truly nightmarish trip back and forth in time and into the supernatural...guaranteed to keep readers rapt...What a story!"-- Booklist (starred review) "This novel is a creepy delight."-- The New York Post "When are we too old for ghost stories? As long as they are as taut and twisty as Simone St. James latest novel, make that never....Readers of this thoroughly entertaining thriller wont be disappointed."-- Minneapolis Star Tribune "Spooky, unsettling, and brilliantly written, The Sun Down Motel is mesmerizing from the first page. A breathlessly suspenseful supernatural mystery that will hook you early, and never let go."--Jennifer Hillier, author of Jar of Hearts , ITW Thriller Award winner for Best Novel Promotional "Headline" Something hasnt been right at the roadside Sun Down Motel for a very long time, and Carly Kirk is about to find out why in this chilling New York Times bestselling novel, now in paperback. Excerpt from Book Fell, New York November 1982 Viv The night it all ended, Vivian was alone. That was fine with her. She preferred it. It was something shed discovered, working the night shift at this place in the middle of nowhere: Being with people was easy, but being alone was hard. Especially being alone in the dark. The person who could be truly alone, in the company of no one but oneself and ones own thoughts-that person was stronger than anyone else. More ready. More prepared. Still, she pulled into the parking lot of the Sun Down Motel in Fell, New York, and paused, feeling the familiar beat of fear. She sat in her beat-up Cavalier, the key in the ignition, the heat and the radio on, her coat huddled around her shoulders. She looked at the glowing blue and yellow sign, the two stories of rooms in two long stripes in the shape of an L, and thought, I dont want to go in there. But I will. She was ready, but she was still afraid. It was 10:59 p.m. She felt like crying. She felt like screaming. She felt sick. I dont want to go in there. But I will. Because I always do. Outside, two drops of half-frozen rain hit the windshield. A truck droned by on the road in the rearview mirror. The clock ticked over to eleven oclock, and the news came on the radio. Another minute and shed be late, but she didnt care. No one would fire her. No one cared if she came to work. The Sun Down had few customers, none of whom would notice if the night girl was late. It was often so quiet that an observer would think that nothing ever happened here. Viv Delaney knew better. The Sun Down only looked empty. But it wasnt. With cold fingers, she pulled down the drivers-side visor. She touched her hair, which shed had cut short, a sharp style that ended below her earlobes and was teased out for volume. She checked her eye makeup-not the frosty kind, like some girls wore, but a soft lavender purple. It looked a little like bruises. You could streak it with yellow and orange to create a days-old-bruise effect, but she hadnt bothered with that tonight. Just the purple on the delicate skin of her lids, meeting the darker line of her eyeliner and lashes. Why had she put makeup on at all? She couldnt remember. On the radio, they talked about a body. A girl found in a ditch off Melborn Road, ten miles from here. Not that here was anywhere-just a motel on the side of a two-lane highway leading out of Fell and into the nothingness of upstate New York and eventually Canada. But if you took the two-lane for a mile and made a right at the single light dangling from an overhead wire, and followed that road to another and another, youd be where the girls body was found. A girl named Tracy Waters, last seen leaving a friends house in a neighboring town. Eighteen years old, stripped naked and dumped in a ditch. Theyd found her body two days after her parents reported her missing. As she sat in her car, twenty-year-old Viv Delaneys hands shook as she listened to the story. She thought about what it must be like to lie naked as the half-frozen rain pelted your helpless skin. How horribly cold that would be. How it was always girls who ended up stripped and dead like roadkill. How it didnt matter how afraid or how careful you were-it could always be you. Especially here. It could always be you. Her gaze went to the motel, to the reflection of the gaudy lit-up blue and yellow sign blinking endlessly in the darkness. vacancy. cable tv! vacancy. cable tv! Even after three months in this place, she could still be scared. Awfully, perfectly scared, her thoughts skittering up the back of her neck and around her brain in panic. Im alone for the next eight hours, alone in the dark. Alone with her and the others. And despite herself, Viv turned the key so the heat and the radio-still talking about Tracy Waters-went off. Lifted her chin and pushed open the drivers-side door. Stepped out into the cold. She hunched deeper into her nylon coat and started across the parking lot. She was wearing jeans and a pair of navy blue sneakers with white laces, the soles too thin for the cold and damp. The rain wet her hair, and the wind pushed it out of place. She walked across the lot toward the door that said office. Inside the office, Johnny was standing behind the counter, zipping up his coat over his big stomach. Hed probably seen her from the window in the door. "Are you late?" he asked, though there was a clock on the wall behind him. "Five minutes," Viv argued back, unzipping her own coat. Her stomach felt tight, queasy now that she was inside. I want to go home. But where was home? Fell wasnt home. Neither was Illinois, where she was born. When she left home for the last time, after the final screaming fight with her mother, shed supposedly been headed to New York to become an actress. But that, like everything else in her life to that point, had been a part she was playing, a story. She had no idea how to become a New York actress-the story had enraged her mother, which had made it good enough. What Viv had wanted, more than anything, was to simply be in motion, to go. So shed gone. And shed ended up here. Fell would have to be home for now. "Mrs. Bailey is in room two-seventeen," Johnny said, running down the motels few guests. "She already made a liquor run, so expect a phone call anytime." "Great," Viv said. Mrs. Bailey came to the Sun Down to drink, probably because if she did it at home shed get in some kind of trouble. She made drunken phone calls to the front desk to make demands she usually forgot about. "Anyone else?" "The couple on their way to Florida checked out," Johnny said. "Weve had two prank phone calls, both heavy breathing. Stupid teenagers. And I wrote a note to Janice about the door to number one-oh-three. Theres something wrong with it. It keeps blowing open in the wind, even when I lock it." "It always does that," Viv said. "You told Janice about it a week ago." Janice was the motels owner, and Viv hadnt seen her in weeks. Months, maybe. She didnt come to the motel if she didnt have to, and she certainly didnt come at night. She left Vivians paychecks in an envelope on the desk, and all communication was handled with notes. Even the motels owner didnt spend time here if she could help it. "Well, she should fix the door," Johnny said. "I mean, its strange, right? I locked it." "Sure," Viv said. "Its strange." She was used to this. No one else who worked at the motel saw what she saw or experienced what she did. The things she saw only happened in the middle of the night. The day shift and the evening shift employees had no idea. "Hopefully no one else will check in," Johnny said, pulling the hood of his jacket over his head. "Hopefully itll be quiet." Its never quiet, Viv thought, but she said, "Yes, hopefully." Viv watched him walk out of the office, listened to his car start up and drive away. Johnny was thirty-six and lived with his mother. Viv pictured him going home, maybe watching TV before going to bed. A guy who had never made much of himself, living a relatively normal life, free of the kind of fear Viv was feeling. A life in which he never thought about Tracy Waters, except to vaguely recall her name from the radio. Maybe it was just her who was going crazy. The quiet settled in, broken only by the occasional sound of the traffic on Number Six Road and the wind in the trees behind the motel. It was now 11:12. The clock on the wall behind the desk ticked over to 11:13. She hung her jacket on the hook in the corner. From another hook she took a navy blue polyester vest with the words Sun Down Motel embroidered on the left breast and shrugged it on over her white blouse. She pulled out the hard wooden chair behind the counter and sat in it. She surveyed the scarred, stained desktop quickly: jar of pens and pencils, the black square that made a clacking sound when you dragged the handle back and forth over a credit card to make a carbon impression, puke-colored rotary phone. In the middle of the desk was a large, flat book, where guests were to write their information and sign their names when checking in. The guest book was open to November 1982. Pulling a notebook from her purse, Viv pulled a pen from between its pages, opened the notebook on the desk, and wrote. Nov. 29 Door to number 103 has begun to open again. Prank calls. No one here. Tracy Waters is dead. A sound came from outside, and she paused, her head half raised. A bang, and then another one. Rhythmic and wild. The door to number 103 blowing open and hitting the wall in the wind. Again. For a second, Viv closed her eyes. The fear came over her in a wave, but she was too far in it now. She was already here. She had to be ready. The Sun Down had claimed her for the night. She lowered the pen again. What if everything Ive seen, everything I think, is true? Because I think it is. Her eyes glanced to the guest book, took in the names there. She paused as the clock on the wall behind her shoulder ticked on, Details ISBN0440000203 Language English ISBN-10 0440000203 ISBN-13 9780440000204 Format Paperback DEWEY 813.6 Author Simone St. James Year 2020 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States US Release Date 2020-10-20 UK Release Date 2020-10-20 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Publication Date 2020-10-20 Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. Audience General NZ Release Date 2020-12-07 AU Release Date 2020-12-07 Pages 352 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:131765735;

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