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A high-stakes online game of dares turns deadly
When Vee is picked to be a player in NERVE, an anonymous game of dares broadcast live online, she discovers that the game knows her. They tempt her with prizes taken from her ThisIsMe page and team her up with the perfect boy, sizzling-hot Ian. At first it's exhilarating--Vee and Ian's fans cheer them on to riskier dares with higher stakes. But the game takes a twisted turn when they're directed to a secret location with five other players for the Grand Prize round. Suddenly they're playing all or nothing, with their lives on the line. Just how far will Vee go before she loses NERVE?
Debut author Jeanne Ryan delivers an un-putdownable suspense thriller.
When Vee is picked to be a player in NERVE, an anonymous game of dares broadcast live online, she discovers that the game knows her. They tempt her with prizes taken from her ThisIsMe page and team her up with the perfect boy, sizzling-hot Ian. At first it's exhilarating--Vee and Ian's fans cheer them on to riskier dares with higher stakes. But the game takes a twisted turn when they're directed to a secret location with five other players for the Grand Prize round. Suddenly they're playing all or nothing, with their lives on the line. Just how far will Vee go before she loses NERVE?
Debut author Jeanne Ryan delivers an un-putdownable suspense thriller.
Excerpt
(From Chapter Four, to play or not to play?)
I rush outside in a race against the flood of tears
which threaten to spill over. When I’m on the fire escape, I take a big, hiccupy
breath. How could I let Matthew lead me around like a love-sick puppy?
The door creaks open. Aw gee, did he smear off his makeup
again?
Tommy peeks out. “I’m not stalking you, promise. But
you didn’t look so good in there.”
I run a finger under my eye. “I’m okay.”
He comes outside again. “You want some water or
something?” Maybe he thinks we non-obvious girls are fragile.
I force myself to think of Comedy Central shows to
keep the tears in check. “I’m fine.” As a way to avoid eye contact, I pull out
my phone, even though I just checked it a few minutes ago.
My knees go weak when I see my latest text. NERVE is
doing a live round in Seattle.
And they want me.
With trembling shoulders, I read the rest of the message.
“Oh my God.”
“What is it?”
“NERVE chose me! They’re doing a live round here.”
“That’s crazy!”
“I know. I’ve got ten minutes to give them my answer.”
He shakes his head. “You saw how they terrorized the
players in the last game. Ever hear of PTSD? My cousin has had it since he got
back from Afghanistan. No prizes are worth that.”
I rub my hand along my hip. “I agree. But you know a
lot of the scary stuff has to be faked, like the special effects in the play. I
mean, do you think that guy who played last time was really trapped in a dark
elevator with a rat? I’ll bet they would’ve let him out if he wanted. And that
rat was someone’s pet, guaranteed.” I bite my thumbnail. Why did I immediately
go into defending NERVE?
“His fear looked real to me.”
“It’s supposed to. But it’s not like they can ask you
to do anything overtly dangerous or illegal. They’d get sued.”
Tommy groans as if I’m a moron. “If they’ll never ask
players to do anything shady, why are the owners totally anonymous?”
“They’re probably based in the Cayman Islands, for
taxes or something.”
His voice takes on an urgency. “I don’t think you
realize what you’re up against. It’s not like you have to be the girl with the
dragon tattoo to dig up personal data on people. They’ll use it against you.”
“I have nothing to hide.” Well, if you don’t count my
little hospital stay. But even NERVE can’t access confidential health records.
Besides, I’m tired of being ashamed of something I shouldn’t have been ashamed
of in the first place.
He nods toward the door. “C’mon, let’s just go to the
party. You can sing your version of the school song.”
I pretend to throw my phone at him. He ducks. From
beyond the partially open door, the voices of the cast float out, reciting
highlights from the play and laughing. Sydney’s and Matthew’s voices carry
louder than the others, of course. I move past Tommy to kick the door shut.
His voice goes soft. “I know that maybe your feelings
got hurt tonight. But that’s no reason to turn into some femme fatale.”
If only. “It just would be fun to do something totally
unexpected.”
“You already have. Twice. And look how upset you got
when things went wrong the first time.”
“But last night wasn’t so bad. I won stuff.”
“Those dares were preliminary. In the live rounds,
thousands of folks pay to watch from all over the world. You think they’ll be
satisfied with you getting your shirt wet?”
“Well, let me see what they’re offering, at least.”
This book sounds really interesting.
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