The Family Guest: A totally addictive and gripping psychological suspense thriller with a deadly twist by Nelle Lamarr

The Family Guest: A totally addictive and gripping psychological suspense thriller with a deadly twist by Nelle Lamarr

Author:Nelle Lamarr [Lamarr, Nelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781837906864
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2023-09-20T16:00:00+00:00


Pierre Michel, the ultra-chic, ultra-expensive salon I frequented, was located on Beverly Drive right next to the hip, new Odéon Hotel. Running late, I valeted my Mercedes with one of the hotel attendants. The salon was extremely popular and being just five minutes late could cost you your appointment. With my jam-packed schedule, I couldn’t afford to do that. I could, however, afford the sinfully exorbitant valet fee.

I whisked into the salon. It was bustling with clients getting haircuts, color, blowouts, or all of the above. I lit up at the symphony of sounds—the snip-snip-snip of scissors, the hum of blow-dryers, the rumble of gossipy conversation, the sexy French music. And marveled at the way stylists and colorists pranced around like ballerinas. Total theater. I loved this place. And the mega-talented owner, Pierre Michel, was my personal stylist. He charged an unheard-of amount for a haircut. But it was well worth it. Not a day went by without me feeling grateful. Thinking about how lucky I was. And how differently my life could have turned out.

Toting my monstrous new Saint Laurent bag, a thoughtful birthday gift from Matt, I strode up to the receptionist. Her name was Bev, and she sported spiky, purple-streaked hair, an armful of tattoos, and a bunch of piercings, including one in her nostril. I was glad neither of my daughters—nor my exchange student—were into piercings and tattoos. They repulsed me and reminded me of someone I hated. Someone I wanted to forget.

“Hi, Bev,” I said. “I hope I’m not too late. The traffic on Wilshire was horrendous!”

She looked up at me and smiled. Her gleaming white teeth stood out against her eggplant-black lipstick.

“Mrs. Merritt, you’re right on time. Giselle is waiting for you. Why don’t you head back to her station?”

Giselle was my blowout girl. Pierre Michel, hairstylist to the stars, didn’t do those kinds of mundane things. I thanked Bev and hurried back to Giselle’s regular station, the pounding music putting a bounce into my already light, happy gait.

When I got to my station, my heart almost stopped. Sitting in the chair next to mine was the woman who had almost destroyed my life.

Alexa Roth.



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