Karissa Vacker narrates a wickedly fun thriller about three estranged siblings who re-create a cross-country road trip they took with their grandfather 20 years earlier. Not only are Beth, Eddie, and Portia Morgan forced to drive across the U.S. together, but their grandfather’s will has a specific itinerary they must follow or they risk losing their inheritance. The presence of Beth’s husband and Eddie’s wife only makes things more tense—not to mention that early on someone runs them off the road and then starts tracking them. The story is primarily conveyed by Beth, and Vacker’s narration is well attuned to the character’s darkly droll personality and slippery perspective. Listeners who like thrillers with a morbid sense of humor and dysfunctional families will find a lot to enjoy here. A.T.N. © AudioFile 2020, Portland, Maine
He Started It
Narrated by Karissa Vacker
Samantha DowningUnabridged — 9 hours, 49 minutes
He Started It
Narrated by Karissa Vacker
Samantha DowningUnabridged — 9 hours, 49 minutes
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Overview
“Wholly original. Scarily clever. Completely mesmerizing. You will never look at family road trips the same way again.”-Lisa Gardner, #1 New York Times bestselling author
A most anticipated book by Hello Sunshine ¿ Cosmo ¿ Entertainment Weekly ¿ Betches ¿ Hollywood Reporter ¿ Parade ¿ PopSugar ¿ OK! Magazine ¿ Hello Giggles ¿ Bustle ¿ Yahoo! ¿ She Reads ¿ Book Page ¿ CrimeReads ¿ New York Post Best Book of the Week ¿ Goodreads
From the twisted mind behind mega hit My Lovely Wife comes the story of a family-not unlike your own-just with a few more violent tendencies thrown in....
Beth, Portia, and Eddie Morgan haven't all been together in years. And for very good reasons-we'll get to those later. But when their wealthy grandfather dies and leaves a cryptic final message in his wake, the siblings and their respective partners must come together for a cross-country road trip to fulfill his final wish and-more importantly-secure their inheritance.
But time with your family can be tough. It is for everyone.
It's even harder when you're all keeping secrets and trying to forget a memory, a missing person, an act of revenge, the man in the black truck who won't stop following your car-and especially when at least one of you is a killer and there's a body in the trunk. Just to name a few reasons.
But money is a powerful motivator. It is for everyone.
Editorial Reviews
02/10/2020
Beth Morgan’s wryly humorous narration belies the high-stakes skullduggery that awaits her and her two estranged adult siblings on the cross-country road trip they’re forced into taking with their grandfather’s ashes in order to claim slices of his fortune, in this deliciously devious psycho thriller from Downing (My Lovely Wife). According to the terms of the will, Beth, overbearing big brother Eddie, and frosty baby sister Portia must retrace the oddball odyssey westward from Atlanta they took 20 years earlier with gramps, a traumatic trip that was intended to give their parents some alone time to save their marriage but would tear their family apart. The reboot starts inauspiciously with a truck running the travelers off the road in rural Alabama and subsequently tailing them. As backstabbing, bizarre occurrences (including the disappearance of the ashes) and betrayals pile up, Downing discloses the clan’s deeply buried secrets. The journey ends in a shocking, if head-spinning, showdown in the Nevada desert. Those with a taste for suspense with a wicked kick will be rewarded. Author tour. Agent: Barbara Poelle, Irene Goodman Literary. (Apr.)
Wholly original. Scarily clever. Completely mesmerizing. You will never look at family road trips the same way again.”—Lisa Gardner, #1 New York Times bestselling author
"A twisty, sneaking tale of greed, lies and betrayal, with each character as conniving as the next and an ending that will make your heart stop. This one needs to be on the top of everyone's to-read list!"—Mary Kubica, New York Times bestselling author of The Good Girl and The Other Mrs.
“Fast-paced and whip-smart. If you don’t mind spending time in dangerous company then I highly recommend this wild ride of a thriller”—Gilly Macmillan, New York Times bestselling author of What She Knew
“A thrill ride through the darkest parts of the American landscape—funny, scary and twisted until the explosive final page.”—Michele Campbell, internationally bestselling author of A Stranger on the Beach
"Once you start reading, you won't want to stop. Dark, twisted, original, and so addictive it should come with a warning."—Alice Feeney, New York Times bestselling author of Sometimes I Lie
“Best for people who love Criminal Minds, research scams in their free time, and have a super f*cked up family.” —Betches
“A twisted mashup of a family drama and a thriller that you won't be able to put down.”—Pop Sugar
“With our need to know ramped up through a series of teasers offering more to come, this tale is virtually impossible to put down”—Booklist (starred review)
“None of the characters are likeable, relatable or reliable, but that is what makes this read so much fun….The short chapters and pace of the story will keep readers turning the pages as they wonder how this family trip from hell will conclude.”—San Francisco Book Review
"Buckle up and settle in for one diabolically fun road trip."—Kirkus
"Deliciously devious."—Publisher's Weekly
"Downing is one bold and fearless author, who doesn’t blink in the face of fictional mayhem."—CrimeReads
"All hail the new Queen of the psycho thriller!!"—C.J. Tudor, Sunday Times bestselling author of The Chalk Man
“Downing ups her game in this deliciously twisted tale of family deception. He Started It has layers upon layers of clever, shocking twists that begin in the first chapter and never let up. Breathless pacing and terse, impeccable writing create a phenomenal reading experience. I am obsessed!”—Wendy Walker, USA Today bestselling author of The Night Before
"A wicked-fun read with razor-sharp wit and a killer twist, He Started It is compelling, captivating, and deliciously dark. Samantha Downing writes with a wry, sparse elegance that steadily entangles you until you're utterly addicted."—Christina McDonald, USA Today bestselling author of The Night Olivia Fell
"A diabolical drive into a dysfunctional family's past. The story is chillingly twisted, perfectly paced. Once I started reading, I couldn't put it down."—Kaira Rouda, USA Today bestselling author of Best Day Ever
“I absolutely loved it: whip-smart, lean, deliciously dark and addictive. One of the best thrillers I’ve read in a long time.”—Ali Land, bestselling author of Good Me, Bad Me
“A tour de force in voice and structure. The brilliant Samantha Downing takes a glorious risk in this superbly captivating and endlessly surprising road trip from hell. It’s sibling rivalry pushed to the max— dark and crazy and twisted—and I could not put it down.”—Hank Phillippi Ryan, USA Today bestselling author of The First to Lie
“A dark, twisting road trip into hell with a family you wouldn’t want to live next door to. I’ve never read anything like it!”—Mark Edwards, bestselling author of Here to Stay
“Sibling rivalry reaches new and downright despicable heights...Creepy, unnerving and deliciously evil, Samantha Downing is one of the boldest authors I know. A must read!”—Hannah Mary McKinnon, national bestselling author of Her Secret Son, and The Neighbors.
"Samantha Downing is an absolute genius at creating twisted characters you’re desperate to follow...A psychological thriller like none other, this addictive read is impossible to put down.”—Samantha M. Bailey, author of forthcoming Woman on the Edge
“Downing’s style remains in a league of its own, with to-the-point crisp language and snappy dialogue readers are taken on a gripping and edgy adventure.”—Maureen Joyce Connolly, author of Little Lovely Things
Karissa Vacker narrates a wickedly fun thriller about three estranged siblings who re-create a cross-country road trip they took with their grandfather 20 years earlier. Not only are Beth, Eddie, and Portia Morgan forced to drive across the U.S. together, but their grandfather’s will has a specific itinerary they must follow or they risk losing their inheritance. The presence of Beth’s husband and Eddie’s wife only makes things more tense—not to mention that early on someone runs them off the road and then starts tracking them. The story is primarily conveyed by Beth, and Vacker’s narration is well attuned to the character’s darkly droll personality and slippery perspective. Listeners who like thrillers with a morbid sense of humor and dysfunctional families will find a lot to enjoy here. A.T.N. © AudioFile 2020, Portland, Maine
2020-01-26
A road trip to scatter their grandfather’s ashes—and claim their inheritance—takes a strange turn for three adult siblings in Downing’s (My Lovely Wife, 2019) sharp psychological thriller.
It’s been a few years since the Morgan siblings—narrator Beth, Eddie, and Portia—have all been in the same place at the same time. Now, they’ve been forced to re-create a nightmarish road trip from 20 years ago to satisfy their grandfather’s demands and collect their share of an estate worth millions. Beth isn’t thrilled by the presence of her husband, Felix, and Eddie’s wife, Krista, and all she really wants to do is put the pedal to the metal and collect her money. Unfortunately, they’re required to revisit every kitschy, and creepy, tourist trap from Alabama to Nevada. They’re not about to take any chances, especially since someone might be tracking them. As the road unfurls ahead of the sibs and their spouses, Beth gradually reveals what really happened on that road trip so long ago, inspiring readers to become as invested in the past as they surely will be in the present. When the family notices a strange black pickup following them, Beth can’t help but wonder if someone from their past has returned to haunt them. After all, they all have secrets, some more dangerous than others. Downing subtly ratchets up the tension while perfectly capturing the complex dynamics between the siblings, including all the little betrayals and slights and plenty of old wounds left to fester over the years. The droll, slyly funny Beth is a captivating (unreliable?) narrator, and the parallels that she draws between the past and present make for compelling reading, as do their visits to out-of-the way tourist traps, all of which take on a sort of dark meaning. Will everyone make it to the end? Readers will be turning the pages to find out.
Buckle up and settle in for one diabolically fun road trip.
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940177688480 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Penguin Random House |
| Publication date: | 07/21/2020 |
| Edition description: | Unabridged |
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Part 1
14 DAYS LEFT
You want a heroine. Someone to root for, to identify with. She can’t be perfect, though, because that’ll just make you feel bad about yourself. A flawed heroine, then. Someone who may break the rules to protect her family but doesn’t kill anyone unless it’s self-defense. Not murder, though, at least not the cold-blooded kind. That’s the first deal breaker.
The second is cheating. Men can get away with that and still be the hero, but a cheating wife is unforgivable.
Which means I can’t be your heroine.
I still have a story to tell.
It begins in a car. Rather, an SUV. We sit according to our rank, the oldest in the driver’s seat. That’s Eddie. His wife sits next to him, but I’ll get to her.
The middle seat is for the middle child, and that’s me. Beth. Not Elizabeth, just Beth. I’m two years younger than Eddie and he never lets me forget it. I’m okay to look at, though not as young or thin as I used to be. My husband sits next to me. Again, later for that, because our spouses weren’t supposed to be here.
One seat left, way in the back, and that’s Portia. The surprise baby. She’s six years younger than me and sometimes it feels like a hundred. With no spouse or significant other, she has the whole seat to herself.
In the very back, our luggage. Stacked side by side in a neat single row because that’s the only way it fits. I told Eddie that the first time. Our handbags and computers bags go on top of the roller bags. You don’t have to be a flight attendant to figure that out.
Under the bags, there’s the trunk compartment. One side has the spare tire. In the other, a locked wooden box with brass fittings. This special little box in this special little place, all by itself with nothing else around, is to hold our grandfather. He’s been cremated.
We aren’t talking about him. We aren’t really talking at all. The sun beams through the windows, landing on my leg and making it burn. The A/C dries out my eyes. Eddie plays music that is wordless and jazzy.
I look back at Portia. Her eyes are closed and she has headphones on, probably listening to music that is neither wordless nor jazzy. Her black hair is long and has fallen over one eye. It’s dyed. We all have pale skin, and we were all born with blond hair and either blue or green eyes. My hair is even lighter now because I highlight it. Eddie’s is darker because he doesn’t. Portia’s hair has been black for a while now. It matches her nails. She’s not goth, though. Not anymore.
The music change is abrupt. I didn’t even see Krista move. That’s Eddie’s wife. Krista, the one with olive skin, dark hair, and brown eyes with gold flecks. Krista, the one he married four months after meeting her. She used to be the receptionist at his office.
Pop music blares out of the speakers, a dance song from five years ago. It was bad then, too.
“The jazz was putting me to sleep,” Krista says.
My husband’s eyes flick up from his laptop. He probably didn’t notice the change in music, but he heard Krista’s voice.
Maybe she’s the heroine.
“It’s fine,” Eddie says. I can hear the smile on his face.
I continue to stare out the window. Atlanta is long gone. We aren’t even in Georgia. This is northern Alabama, past Birmingham, where the population is sparse and skeptical. If we were trying to rush, we’d be farther along by now. Rushing isn’t part of the equation.
“Food?”
That’s Portia, her voice groggy from her nap. She’s sitting up, headphones off, wide-eyed like a child.
She’s been milking that baby-of-the-family shit for a long time.
“You want to stop?” Eddie says, turning down the music.
“Let’s stop,” Krista says.
My husband shrugs.
“Yes,” Portia says.
Eddie looks at me in the rearview mirror, like I get a say in the matter. I’m already outnumbered.
“Great,” I say. “Food is great.”
We stop at a place called the Roundabout, which looks just as you imagine. Rustic in a fake way, with the lasso and goat on the sign, but naturally rundown with age. Authentic but not—like most of us.
We all climb out and Portia is first to the door; Krista isn’t far behind. Eddie is the one who takes the most time. He stands outside the car, staring at the back. Hesitating.
It’s our grandfather. This is our first stop of the trip, meaning it’s the first time we have to leave him alone.
“You okay?” I say, tapping Eddie’s arm.
He doesn’t look at me, doesn’t take his eyes off the back of the car because Grandpa’s ashes are everything to us. Not for emotional reasons.
“You want to stay out here? I can bring you a doggie bag,” I say. Sarcasm drips.
Eddie turns to me, his eyes wide. Oh, the shock. Like if I had just told him I was leaving my longtime partner for someone I met two months ago.
Oh wait, he did that. Eddie left his live-in girlfriend for the receptionist.
“I’m fine,” he says. “You don’t have to be so bitchy about it.”
Yes. I’m the villain.
Inside the Roundabout, everyone is sitting in a semicircle booth. It’s twice as big as it needs to be. The seats are wine-colored pleather. Krista and Portia have scooted all the way to the center of the booth, leaving Felix on one side. That’s my husband, Felix, the pale one with the strong jaw and white-blond hair with matching eyebrows and lashes. In a certain light, he disappears.
“No,” Portia says. “There’s nothing vegan.”
She isn’t vegan but checks anyway. Portia also looks for wheelchair access and won’t go in anywhere that doesn’t have it because fairness is important.
“Should we leave?” I say.
No one answers. I sit.
The burgers are chargrilled, the fries are crisp, and the bacon is greasy. A fair deal, if you ask me. The only thing missing is decent coffee, but I drink their bitter version of it without complaint. I can be a good sport.
“We probably should get something settled,” Eddie says. He looks like our father. “We’re going to be driving for a while. A lot of gas, food, and motel rooms. I propose we take turns covering the expenses. More than anything else, let’s not argue about it. The last thing we need to do is fight over a gas bill.”
Before I can say a word, my husband does.
“Makes sense,” Felix says. “Beth and I will pay our fair share.”
Only a spouse can betray you like that. Or a sibling.
That leaves Portia. Given that she’s doesn’t really have a career, the deal isn’t fair.
Oh, the irony.
She yawns. Nods. In Portia-speak, she’s agreeing for now but reserves the right to disagree later.
“Great,” Eddie says. “I’ll get this one.”
He takes the check up to the register, because that’s the kind of place this is. Felix goes to the restroom and Portia steps out front to make a call. That leaves Krista and me, finishing those last sips of lukewarm coffee.
“I know this must be terrible for all of you,” she says, placing her hand on mine. “But I hope we can have some good times, too. I’m sure your grandfather would’ve wanted that.”
It’s a nice enough thing for Krista to say, if a little generic. Given the circumstances, I expect nothing less and nothing more.
Still. If everything falls apart and we all start killing one another, she goes first.
You think I said that for shock value. I didn’t.
No, I’m not a psychopath. That’s always a convenient excuse, though. Someone who has no empathy and has to fake human emotions. Why do they do bad things? Shrug. Who knows? That’s a psychopath for you. Or is it the word sociopath? You know what I’m saying.
This isn’t that kind of story. This is about family. I love my siblings, all of them, I really do. I also hate them. That’s how it goes—love, hate, love, hate, back and forth like a seesaw.
That’s the thing about family. Despite what they say, it’s not a single unit with a single goal. What they never tell us is that, more often than not, every member of the family has their own agenda. I know I do.
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