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From Nora Roberts, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Year One (December 2017), comes Shelter in Place—a powerful tale of heart, heroism . . . and propulsive suspense.

It was a typical evening at a mall outside Portland, Maine. Three teenage friends waited for the movie to start. A boy flirted with the girl selling sunglasses. Mothers and children shopped together, and the manager at video game store tended to customers. Then the shooters arrived.

The chaos and carnage lasted only eight minutes before the killers were taken down. But for those who lived through it, the effects would last forever. In the years that followed, one would dedicate himself to a law enforcement career. Another would close herself off, trying to bury the memory of huddling in a ladies' room, helplessly clutching her cell phone--until she finally found a way to pour her emotions into her art.

But one person wasn't satisfied with the shockingly high death toll at the DownEast Mall. And as the survivors slowly heal, find shelter, and rebuild, they will discover that another conspirator is lying in wait--and this time, there might be nowhere safe to hide.

From Nora Roberts, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Year One (December 2017), comes Shelter in Place—a powerful tale of heart, heroism . . . and propulsive suspense. It was a typical evening at a mall outside Portland, Maine. Three teenage friends waited for the movie to start. A boy flirted with the girl selling sunglasses. Mothers and children shopped together, and the manager at video game store tended to customers. Then the shooters arrived.The chaos and carnage lasted only eight minutes before the killers were taken down. But for those who lived through it, the effects would last forever. In the years that followed, one would dedicate himself to a law enforcement career. Another would close herself off, trying to bury the memory of huddling in a ladies' room, helplessly clutching her cell phone--until she finally found a way to pour her emotions into her art.But one person wasn't satisfied with the shockingly high death toll at the DownEast Mall. And as the survivors slowly heal, find shelter, and rebuild, they will discover that another conspirator is lying in wait--and this time, there might be nowhere safe to hide.
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NORA ROBERTS is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels, including Come Sundown, The Obsession,The Liar, The Collector, Whiskey Beach, and many more. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J.D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print. She lives in Keedysville, MD.
NORA ROBERTS is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels, including Year One, Come Sundown, The Obsession, The Liar, and many more. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J.D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print. She lives in Maryland.

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CHAPTER 1

On Friday, July 22, 2005, Simone Knox ordered a large Fanta — orange — to go with her popcorn and Swedish Fish. The choice, her standard night-at-the-movies fare, changed her life, and very likely saved it. Still, she'd never drink Fanta again.

But at that moment she only wanted to settle down in the theater with her two best friends forEVER and lose herself in the dark.

Because her life — currently and absolutely for the rest of the summer, and maybe for all time — sucked beyond infinity.

The boy she loved, the boy she'd dated exclusively for seven months, two weeks, and four days, the boy she'd imagined cruising through her upcoming senior year with — hand in hand, heart to heart — had dumped her.

In a text.

done wasting time cuz i got 2 b with somebody ready to b all the way with me and thats not u so we r done c u

Certain he couldn't have meant it, she'd tried to call him — but he didn't answer. She'd texted three times, humiliating herself.

Then she'd gone to his MySpace page. Humiliation was too weak a word for what she suffered.

Traded in the old DEFECTIVE model for a hot new one.

Simone out!

Tiffany in!

Shook off a LOSER and I'll be rolling through the summer and into senior year with the hottest girl in the class of 2006.

His post — with pictures — had already generated comments. She might've been smart enough to know he'd ordered his friends to say mean, ugly things about her, but that didn't lessen the sting or the embarrassment.

She grieved for days. She wallowed in the comfort and righteous anger of her two closest friends. She raged at her younger sister's taunts, dragged herself to her summer job and the weekly tennis lessons at the club that her mother insisted on.

A text from her grandmother made her sniffle. CiCi might be meditating with the Dalai Lama in Tibet, rocking it out with the Stones in London, or painting in her studio on Tranquility Island, but she had a way of finding out anything and everything.

It hurts now, and the pain's real, so hugs, my treasure. But give it a few weeks, and you'll realize he's just another asshole. Kick butt and namaste.

Simone didn't think Trent was an asshole (though both Tish and Mi agreed with CiCi). Maybe he'd tossed her aside — and in a really mean way — just because she wouldn't do it with him. She just wasn't ready to do it. Besides, Tish had done it with her ex-boyfriend after the junior prom — and twice more — and he'd dumped her anyway.

The worst was, she still loved Trent and, in her desperate sixteen-year-old heart, knew she'd never love anyone else, ever again. Even though she'd torn out the pages of her journal where she'd written her future names — Mrs. Trent Woolworth, Simone Knox-Woolworth, S. K. Woolworth — ripped them to shreds, then burned them, along with every photo she had of him, in the patio firepit during a girl-power ceremony with her friends, she still loved him.

But, as Mi pointed out, she had to live, even though part of her just wanted to die, so she let her friends drag her to the movies.

Anyway, she was tired of sulking in her room, and she really didn't want to slump around the mall with her mother and little sister, so the movies won. Mi won, too, as it was her turn to pick, so Simone was stuck with some science-fiction deal called The Island Mi was crazy to see.

Tish didn't mind the pick. As a future actress, she felt that experiencing movies and plays was both a duty and pre-career training. Plus Ewan McGregor ranked in Tish's top five movie boyfriends.

"Let's get seats. I want good ones." Mi, small, compact, with dark, dramatic eyes and a thick wedge of black hair, gathered her popcorn — no fake butter — her drink, and the peanut M&M's she favored.

Mi had turned seventeen in May, dated sporadically, as she currently preferred science to boys, and skimmed just above the nerd line only because of her prowess as a gymnast and solid slot on the cheerleading squad.

A squad unfortunately captained by one Tiffany Bryce, boyfriend stealer and slut.

"I need the ladies'." Tish — double-fake-butter popcorn, a Coke, and Junior Mints — pushed her snacks at her friends. "I'll find you."

"Don't fool around with your face and hair," Mi warned her. "Nobody can see them anyway, once the movie starts."

And she was already perfect, Simone thought as she juggled Tish's popcorn on the way to one of the three theaters in the DownEast Mall Cineplex.

Tish had long, smooth, silky chestnut-brown hair — with professional golden highlights because her mother wasn't stuck in nineteen-fifty-whatever. Her face — Simone loved studying faces — a classic oval, added flirty charm with dimples; and the dimples flirted often, as Tish always found something to smile about. Simone figured she'd smile a lot, too, if she'd turned out tall and curvy, with bright blue eyes and dimples.

On top of everything, Tish's parents totally supported her ambition to pursue acting. She'd hit the jackpot in Simone's mind. Looks, personality, brains, and parents who actually had a clue.

But Simone loved Tish anyway.

The three of them already had plans — secret ones for now because Simone's parents completely did not have a clue — to spend the summer after graduation in New York.

Maybe they'd even move there — it had to be more exciting than Rockpoint, Maine.

Simone figured a sand dune in the Sahara had to be more exciting than Rockpoint, Maine.

But New York? Bright lights, hordes of people.

Freedom!

Mi could study to be a doctor at Columbia, Tish could study acting and go on auditions. And she ... could study something.

Something that wasn't law, as her own clueless parents wanted. Not surprising, and so lame and clichéd because her father was a big-shot lawyer.

Ward Knox would be disappointed, but that's how it had to be.

Maybe she'd study art and become a famous artist like CiCi. That would freak her parents out awesomely. And, like CiCi, she'd take and discard lovers at her whim. (When she was ready to do it).

That would show Trent Woolworth.

"Come out," Mi ordered, giving her an elbow bump.

"What? I'm right here."

"No, you're in the Simone Brood Zone. Come out, join the world."

Maybe she liked it in the SBZ, but ... "I have to open the door with the power of my mind because my hands are full. Okay, done. I'm back."

"The mind of Simone Knox is an awesome thing to behold."

"I must use it for good, and not use it to melt Tiffany into a puddle of slut goo."

"You don't have to anyway. Her brain's already a puddle of slut goo."

Friends, Simone thought, always knew the right thing to say. She would rejoin the world with Mi — and Tish, whenever Tish stopped playing with her already-perfect face and hair and came out — and leave the SBZ behind.

A Friday night opening meant she walked into a theater already half-full. Mi grabbed three seats dead center, took the third one in from the aisle so Simone — still heart tender — could take the one between her and Tish, whose longer legs earned the aisle seat.

Mi shifted in her seat. She'd already calculated they had six minutes until the lights dimmed.

"You've got to go to Allie's party tomorrow night."

The SBZ beckoned. "I'm not ready for a party, and you know Trent's going to be there with that slut-goo-brain Tiffany."

"That's the point, Sim. If you don't go, everybody's going to think you're, like, hiding out, that you're not over him."

"I am, and I'm not."

"The point," Mi insisted. "You don't give him the satisfaction. You go with us — Tish is going with Scott, but he's cool — and you wear something amazing, let Tish do your makeup because she's got the skills. And you act like: Who, what, him? You know, you're so over that. You make a statement."

Simone felt the SBZ pulling her. "I don't think I can face it. Tish is the actress, not me."

"You played Rizzo in Grease for the spring musical. Tish was awesome as Sandy, but you were an equally awesome Rizzo."

"Because I've had dance lessons and can sing a little."

"You sing great — and you did great. Be Rizzo at Allie's party, you know, all confident and sexy and up yours."

"I don't know, Mi." But she could, sort of, imagine it. And how Trent, seeing her all confident and sexy and up yours, would want her again.

Then Tish rushed in, dropped down, gripped Simone's hand. "You're not going to freak."

"Why would I ... Oh no. Please!"

"The slut's putting on fresh lip gloss, and the creep's hanging outside the ladies' like a good dog."

"Crap." Mi curled her fingers around Simone's arm. "Maybe they're going to one of the other movies."

"No, they're coming here, because that's what my life is."

Mi tightened her grip. "Don't even think about leaving. He'd see you and you'd look and feel like a loser. You're not a loser. This is your dress rehearsal for Allie's party."

"She's going?" Tish's dimples flashed and flickered. "You talked her into it?"

"We're working on it. Just sit." Mi angled herself just enough. "You're right, they're coming in. Just stay," she hissed as Simone's arm trembled under her hand. "You don't even notice them. We're right here."

"Right here, now and forever," Tish echoed, giving Simone's hand a squeeze. "We're a ... a wall of disdain. Got it?"

They walked by, the blonde with the tumble of curls and snugly cropped jeans, and the golden boy — tall, so handsome, quarterback of the championship Wildcats.

Trent gave Simone the slow smile that had once melted her heart, and deliberately ran a hand down Tiffany's back, letting it slide to her butt and linger there.

Tiffany turned her head as Trent whispered in her ear and looked over her shoulder. Smirked with her perfect, freshly glossed lips.

Brokenhearted, her life a Trent-less void, Simone still had too much of her grandmother in her to take that kind of insult.

She smirked right back and shot up her middle finger.

Mi let out a snorting giggle. "Way to go, Rizzo."

Though Simone's broken heart thudded, she made herself watch as Trent and Tiffany sat three rows ahead, and immediately began to make out.

"All men want sex," Tish said wisely. "I mean, why wouldn't they? But when that's all they want, they're not worth it."

"We're better than she is." Mi passed Tish her Junior Mints and Coke. "Because that's all she's got."

"You're right." Maybe her eyes stung a little, but there was a burning inside her heart, and the burn felt like healing. She handed Tish her popcorn. "I'm going to Allie's party."

Tish let out a laugh — deliberately mocking and loud. Enough to make Tiffany jerk. Tish shot Simone a grin. "We'll rule that party."

Simone clamped her popcorn between her thighs so she could link hands with her friends. "I love you guys."

By the time the previews ended Simone had stopped watching the silhouettes three rows down. Mostly. She'd expected to brood through the movie — actually planned on it — but found herself caught up. Ewan McGregor was dreamy, and she liked how strong and brave Scarlett Johansson came across.

But fifteen minutes in, she realized she should've gone to the bathroom with Tish — though that would've been a disaster with lip-gloss Tiffany in there — or she should've taken it a lot easier on the Fanta.

Twenty minutes in, she gave up. "I've gotta pee," she whispered.

"Come on!" Mi whispered back.

"I'll be fast."

"You want me to go with you?"

She shook her head at Tish, gave her what was left of the popcorn and Fanta to hold.

She shuffled by, strode quickly up the aisle. After making the turn to the right, she hurried to the ladies', shoved the door open.

Empty, no waiting. Relieved, she grabbed a stall, and contemplated as she emptied her bladder.

She'd handled the situation. Maybe CiCi had been right. Maybe she was close to realizing Trent was an asshole.

But he was so, so cute, and he had that smile, and —

"Doesn't matter," she muttered. "Assholes can be cute."

Still, she thought about it as she washed her hands, as she studied herself in the mirror over the sink.

She didn't have Tiffany's long blond curls or bold blue eyes or killer bod. She was, as far as she could tell, just average.

Average brown hair her mother wouldn't let her have highlighted. Just wait until she hit eighteen and could do whatever she wanted with her own hair. She wished she hadn't worn it in a ponytail tonight, because it suddenly made her feel juvenile. Maybe she'd cut it. Spike and punk it up. Maybe.

Her mouth was too wide, even if Tish said it was sexy, like Julia Roberts.

Brown eyes, but not deep and dramatic like Mi's. Just brown, like her stupid hair. Of course Tish, being Tish, said they were amber.

But that was just a fancy word for brown.

That didn't matter, either. Maybe she was average, but she wasn't fake. Like Tiffany, whose hair was brown, too, under the bleach.

"I'm not a fake," she said to the mirror. "And Trent Woolworth's an asshole. Tiffany Bryce is a slut-bitch. They can both go to hell."

With a decisive nod, she held her head high and walked out of the bathroom.

She thought the loud pops — firecrackers? — and the screams were from the movie. Cursing herself for stalling and missing an important scene, she quickened her pace.

As she neared the theater door, it burst open. The man, eyes wild, took one stumbling step before he fell forward.

Blood — was that blood? His hands clawed at the green carpet — the carpet where red spread — then stilled.

Flashes, she saw flashes through the door that was wedged open a few inches by the man's legs. Blasts and blasts, screams. And people, shadows and silhouettes, falling, running, falling.

And the figure, dark in the dark, walking methodically up the rows.

She watched, frozen, as that figure turned and shot a woman in the back who was running.

She couldn't breathe. If she'd been capable of drawing a breath, it would've expelled in a scream.

Part of her brain rejected what she'd seen. It couldn't be real. It had to be like the movie. Just pretend. But instinct kicked in, had her running back to the bathroom, crouching behind the door.

Her hands didn't want to work, fumbled on her purse, fumbled on her phone.

Her father had insisted on nine-one-one as her first memory code on the phone.

Her vision wavered, and her breath came now, came in ragged pants.

"Nine-one-one. What is your emergency?"

"He's killing them. He's killing them. Help! My friends. Oh God, oh God. He's shooting people."

* * *

Reed Quartermaine hated working weekends. He wasn't crazy about working in the mall, either, but he wanted to go back to college in the fall. And college included this little detail they called tuition. Add in books, housing, food, and you had to work weekends at the mall.

His parents covered most of the freight, but they couldn't manage it all. Not with his sister heading off in another year, and his brother already three years in at American University in D.C.

He sure as hell didn't want to wait tables the rest of his life, so college. And maybe before he donned another cap and gown he would figure out just what the hell he did want to do for the rest of his life.

But summers, he waited tables, and tried to look on the bright side. The restaurant's mall location worked okay, and the tips didn't suck. Maybe waiting tables at Mangia five nights a week with a double shift on Saturdays killed his social life, but he ate well.

Bowls of pasta, loaded pizzas, hunks of Mangia's renowned tiramisu hadn't put much meat on his long, bony frame, but it wasn't for lack of trying.

His father once had hope his middle child would follow in his football-star cleat-prints, as his oldest son had — resoundingly. But Reed's complete lack of skill on the field and skinny frame dashed those hopes. Still, standing on a yard of leg by the time he'd hit sixteen, with a willingness to run all damn day, had made him a minor sort of star on varsity track, so that balanced it out some.

Then his sister took the heat off with her fierce talent on the soccer field.

He served a table of four their starters — insalata mista for the mother, gnocchi for the dad, mozzarella sticks for the boy, and fried ravioli for the girl. He flirted harmlessly with the girl, who gave him long, shy smiles. Harmless because he figured she was maybe fourteen and off the radar for a college man heading into his sophomore year.

Reed knew how to flirt harmlessly with young girls, older women, and pretty much all in between. Tips mattered, and he'd honed the charm for customers after four summers of waiting tables.

He covered his section — families, some old couples, a scatter of date-night thirty-whatevers. Probably dinner and a movie, which made him think he'd see if Chaz — assistant manager at GameStop — wanted to catch the late showing of The Island after their shifts.

He ran credit cards — chatting up table three had bagged him a solid twenty percent — turned tables, swung in and out of the insane kitchen, and finally hit break time.

"Dory, taking my ten."

The head waitress gave his section a quick scan, gave him the nod.

(Continues…)



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Table of Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Dedication,
Part One: Innocence Lost,
Chapter One,
Also by Nora Roberts,
About the Author,
Copyright,

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Editorial Reviews
02/15/2018
Multiple award winner Roberts's (Year One; Come Sundown) latest stand-alone novel begins with a literal bang as a typical evening in a Maine mall is shattered by a deadly, well-planned shooting. The body count is high and some of the survivors, including college student Reed Quartermaine and 16-year-old Simone Knox, are lauded as heroes for their actions. The guilt and grief they suffer send Simone and Reed off into unexpected yet ultimately rewarding directions: Simone turns her pain into art, and Reed becomes a police officer. The cinematic, big-screen action of the opening smoothly transitions into the intimacy of the survivors doing the hard work of becoming functioning humans, supported by well-conceived secondary characters. When Simone and Reed meet, their attraction is instant and they begin to forge a new life together. But after survivors of the DownEast Mall massacre start turning up dead, Reed begins to suspect someone with close ties to the killers is behind the murders. VERDICT Roberts lets the sharply outlined characters, including an unusual villain, take center stage in another tautly plotted page-turner that suspense and thriller readers will love.—Charli Osborne, Oak Park P. L., MI03/12/2018
The latest from the prolific Roberts (Irish Thoroughbred) follows the survivors of a mass shooting in Maine as they piece their lives together, only to be targeted three years later by the tragedy’s mastermind. After saving a child during a shooting at the DownEast Mall, college kid Reed Quartermaine bonds with the first officer on the scene, Essie McVee, and decides to be a cop. High schooler Simone Knox encounters fame as the first 911 caller and grows up to become a renowned artist who honors the victims by sculpting their likenesses. Three years later, Reed starts to suspect that something’s afoot once he notices that people who were present at DownEast that night begin to turn up dead. His fears are confirmed when he is attacked by Patricia Hobart, the younger sister of one of the shooters who was killed. Patricia blames Simone especially for her brother’s death, but particularly has it out for Reed now that he’s survived her attack. Reed can’t keep himself away from the case of the new deaths, even after it’s taken over by the FBI and he meets and falls for Simone. Roberts’s characters are serviceable, but real draw is the story, which has some welcome red herrings and a page-turning brio that elevates it above the average thriller. 1,000,000-copy announced first printing. (May)"Roberts' newest is part thriller, part romance, part survivors' psychological study with a touch of New Age magic—and a lively, captivating read." - Kirkus

"Roberts lets the sharply outlined characters, including an unusual villain, take center stage in another tautly plotted page-turner that suspense and thriller readers will love." - Library Journal

"Roberts’ latest polished novel delivers all the literary touchstones her fans have come to expect, including high-stakes suspense, a generous dollop of romance, a thoughtful exploration of the strong bonds of family and friendship that women create for themselves." - Booklist

“[The] real draw is the story, which has some welcome red herrings and a page-turning brio that elevates it above the average thriller.” - Publishers Weekly

2018-03-05
The victims of a mass shooting—including two young heroes from the tragedy—are moving forward in their lives, affected in different ways, when they're stunned to discover a serial killer is targeting survivors.Simone Knox and Reed Quartermaine were both survivors of a mass shooting at a mall in Portland, Maine. Afterward, Simone, grateful to be alive, vows to be a better daughter and at first tries to conform to her parents' conservative expectations. However, she soon realizes she'll never be happy appeasing them and finally chooses to follow her artistic dreams in order to lead a more authentic life. Reed, inspired by Essie McVee, the first police officer on the scene, becomes a detective, eventually becoming Essie's partner and close friend. Years later, survivors of the massacre begin to die, and Reed is convinced the deaths are connected—but not even Essie takes him seriously until the killer targets him. Reed is wounded but survives, and suddenly everyone believes him. The cunning psychopath escapes into the ether, armed with money, lots of false identification, and a seething desire for revenge. Taking time to heal, Reed visits Tranquility Island, Maine, his childhood vacation spot, and falls in love with the place. He also meets a charismatic older woman who helps him land the house of his dreams and the position of police chief. Falling in love with her granddaughter, Simone—whom he had been aware of since the tragedy but had never met—seems like fate. Reed settles into his new job and hooks up with the FBI regarding the case, convinced their face-off has frustrated the vengeful killer. As heroic survivors, Reed and Simone are prime targets, and now that they've found each other, the stakes are higher than ever. Facing the hunter means fighting for their lives, love, and happiness while silencing the violent echoes of the worst day of their lives. Fascinating characters—Simone's grandmother is a standout—and a sprawling plot that covers a lot of ground yet keeps the reader engaged offer a surprisingly compelling and poignant redemption story that begins with a tragic mass shooting.Roberts' newest is part thriller, part romance, part survivors' psychological study with a touch of New Age magic—and a lively, captivating read.
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Another Roberts book that is tremendous
I loved Simone and Reed and how they had to find themselves before they could find and love each other. Both survived a tragedy and yet the paths they took honored those who had died or been injured. Please read the book.
- Anonymous
July 5, 2018
There is only one thing to say about this book: Read it! Seriously ...
There is only one thing to say about this book: Read it! Seriously, this book has it all. It has the thrill, the anxiety, the romance. It grabbed me from the first page and kept me glued to the book ‘til the end. And along the way, I hold my breath, because I was so afraid what’s going to happen next. I laughed about the hippie grandmother, swooned about the man posing naked and hated the psychopath killer. Five stars for an amazing book I enjoyed reading.
- CrazyCat_Alex
May 29, 2018
- Anonymous
August 6, 2018
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The beloved bestseller that will shine in your heart forever...From the acclaimed author of The Last Valentine comes an unforgettable story about family, loss, and eternal love. Bestselling writer James Michael Pratt once again touches our emotions and our spirit ...