Stella Ford's grasp on reality is already loosening, and it's about to come undone. When the college junior flees Chicago and leaves her toxic family behind, she heads for coastal Maine to find the one person who brought her peace years ago: Sam Bishop. But the Sam she once knew now has painful secrets, and Stella becomes determined to heal them both. Healing, however, is a challenge when the walls of her everyday existence collapse; when Sam's best friend is his worst enemy; when the line between life and death blurs; when an end is just a beginning; and when lust and rage rule. Yet during extraordinary chaos, there also can be extraordinary love—even if that love comes with a twist.
Welcome to death tripping.
A thriller, a paranormal tale, and a passionate romance, Clear crosses genres and breaks boundaries.
My Review: 5 STARS!
I went into this book not knowing what exactly the book was about. I don't even think I thought about it. I skimmed through the synopsis, drooled over the cover, and salivated over the teasers. From all of Park's social media posts. I knew it was different; it crossed genres, and it was more in lined with the genre of Left Drowning.
The book began with a bang. In the first few chapters you are thrown into an amazing love story. As in any good Park book, the family dynamics are marvelous. I don't want to give away any plot details because this is a book best served cold. Clear is unique; I've read hundreds of novels and have never stumbled upon a plot such as this; it's also hot and sexy. The death trippers are so awesome that I almost wish I were one of them! I'm still in book hangover mode a few weeks later, and I hope Park writes another Death Trippers novel soon—well, that is, after she writes something about Sabin from Left Drowning (just kidding!).
I'd love to see more of these characters. Have you read Clear or any other books by Jessica Park? Please let me know what you think of the book or excerpt in the comments.
Old dock boards creak beneath my shoes, but Sam doesn't turn back. He won't even look at me when I sit down next to him and hang my feet over the lapping water. He holds a half-empty bottle of whiskey in one hand. My worry only increases when I touch his arm, and he pulls away.
"You know, don't you?" he says flatly. "Kelly told you."
I shake my head. "I know something happened, something happened to you."
Sam takes a too-long drink and then corrects me, "I made something happen."
I touch his arm again, and this time, he lets me.
"I'm going to tell you because you'll find out anyway. That's inevitable even though I pretended it wasn't. Then, you're going to hate me, the way most people in this town do."
"Sam, I could never hate you."
Now, he angles his face, and I can see how pained his expression is.
"For about ten minutes, I got to feel good again, good with you, and that's going to end. Of course. And I can't fucking stand that, Stella, because you are a relief in this fucking insane world. I felt it the second I saw you, and it scared the hell out of me. But it was there, as clear as day."
His eyes are red, and I'm not convinced it's from the booze.
"For reasons I can't begin to understand, I am whole again with you. After everything, I get to feel whole. And now, it's all going to blow up. Another bomb detonating in my life." He laughs, but it's filled with anguish. "My fucking life."
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