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The Cabin Blog EviteThe Cabin by Natasha Preston

Published: September 6th 2016

SYNOPSIS

There may only be one killer, but no one is innocent in this new thriller from Natasha Preston, author of The Cellar and Awake.

When Mackenzie treks to a secluded cabin in the woods with six friends, she expects a fun weekend of partying, drinking, and hookups. But when they wake to find two of their own dead and covered in blood, it’s clear there’s a killer among them.

As the police try to unravel the case, Mackenzie launches her own investigation. Before long secrets start to emerge, revealing a sinister web of sins among the original seven friends. The killer is still free. Every one of them is a suspect. And Mackenzie starts to realize that no one is innocent…

Review

The premise of The Cabin is absolutely incredible. I knew from the first few pages I would love this story. Preston has such a unique writing voice, one that readers easily latch onto and identify with.

The characters were hopelessly flawed, which made each one that more believable. As a protagonist Mackenzie is someone you are rooting for the entire story. She doesn’t always make the best choices, I think this is one of the traits that make her more endearing. A flawed character is one that is always more interesting. No one wants to read about perfection.

This is an intense read that is easily finished in one sitting. A fun ride, like a trip back to the good ‘ol days of Goosebumps and Fear Street. Looking forward to reading more of Preston’s work. 

Excerpt #4:

I flicked my eyes open in time to see Megan stick out her tongue at Josh and stumble up the stairs. Blake was quiet but smirking at the scene.
You so like Blake. I did—-much more than I should.
“What’s your problem?” Aaron asked Josh, slumping back against the end of the sofa from his place on the floor. “Ever since Tilly and Gigi died, you’ve been a complete dick.”
Before that too.
I curled up, not wanting to talk about my dead friends with Josh. It made me violently angry when I thought about the things he’s said and what he was doing. You can be glad you didn’t die, but it’s unacceptable to be glad someone else did. I gritted my teeth.
“What’s your problem?” Josh sneered. “You dumped Tilly just before, remember?”
Aaron’s eyes darkened. “You know what, Josh? Drop dead! I swear if you ever say her name again, I’ll kill you.” I expected Aaron to get up and lunge for Josh. But he just sat there. Was he too drunk to move as well? That didn’t usually stop him.
Sighing, I scrubbed my face with my hands. Nights always ended in arguments now and I was tired of it.
“Stop!” Courtney shouted. “End it now.”
I clenched my fists. How could she not see who Josh really was? That he was the instigator? Aaron shook his head and took another swig from his bottle of vodka, finishing the last drop. I wanted to get up and leave the room, but I couldn’t even raise my arm. My eyes suddenly weighed a ton again. I was so over this. I felt horrible. I probably looked it too. The room spun, and I my limbs got lighter and lighter, like they were going to lift and I’d float off. Snuggling into the sofa with a throw pillow, I drifted.
It only felt like minutes later when I was woken up by the bravest human on earth. I don’t come out of sleep gracefully. This had better be good. “What?” I growled. Blake’s very amused expression was the first thing I saw when I reluctantly opened my eyes.
His eyes lit up and he grinned. “Your shirt.”
I propped myself up on one elbow and looked down. My shirt was still on, so I didn’t know what he was going on about. “What? My what, Blake?”
“It’s…” He traced his finger along my hip bone, where my shirt had ridden up an inch or two, showing a small slice of skin. Oh. I tried to breathe normally, but my senses were on overload. His intense gaze was all I could see, and that woody, masculine aftershave was all I could smell. His fingertip trailing over my skin tickled and left me breathless.
I looked around to see if anyone else was awake. Kyle and Aaron were sprawled and snoring on the floor. Courtney and Josh were nowhere to be seen, probably upstairs. Hypocrites. “You woke me up to touch my stomach?” I asked as calmly as I could.
“No, I woke you up to see if you’ve known me long enough to let me take you to bed yet.”
No, he hasn’t, but I can feel all logic jumping right out of the window. I’ve never wanted someone I barely knew before, but Blake is different.
My eyebrows shot up in shock, but my heart raced with excitement. I didn’t know Blake, not really, but I couldn’t get my brain to function well enough to convince me of that. Before I could reply, Blake’s lips touched mine, and that was when logical thought ended. I let him take me upstairs.

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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