Every month, Scoop hosts our 60-second book club, where we invite you to take a quick peek inside a buzzed-about new book and let us know what you think. This month’s pick: Eyes on You by Kate White (Harper).
Summer may be winding down, but you still have time to savor another great read or two before the season ends—and if you need a recommendation for what to pick up next, we've got just the book for you. Eyes on You, the newest novel from Kate White (the former editor-in-chief of Cosmpolitan and the author of the Bailey Weggins mystery series) is a suspense novel that keeps you hooked until the very last page.
In it, Robin Trainer is finally coming out of a two-year rough patch: She's just published a book and landed a gig co-hosting a hot new TV show. In the excerpt below, Robin is at a party celebrating her book when something goes disturbingly awry:
As soon as I re-entered the living room, the guy in black from the front door was back by my side, his expression expectant. "Ms. Lane is ready to give the toast now," he said. "Great," I said. I snaked behind him toward the far end of the room, where Bettina was standing with her back to the view. She nodded to me as I reached the fringe of the crowd.
Before stepping forward to join her, I pulled the notecard from my purse and set my bag down on a table. Bettina tapped her wineglass several times with her thick gold bracelet. The room went nearly silent, and people turned all their attention toward us.
Her toast was pure Bettina, all gushy and dramatic. She ran through my bio, how I'd segued from being a print journalist and frequent TV guest to a job as a celebrity reporter on the top morning show and eventually to host of my own cable show. Then, she exclaimed, she'd been lucky enough to nab me as a blogger and consultant before I was lured back to TV. She said she was thrilled for my success on cable's hottest program, and declared that my book blew the lid off what women really feel.
I tried not to cringe at the hyperbole and instead did what Ann had advised: I briefly let my ego run wild and lapped it up.
Then it was my turn. I didn't feel nervous, exactly—it had been years since speaking publicly had scared my pants off—but I felt a quick rush of adrenaline. I was in front of tons of heavy hitters, people who could slice and dice a person behind her back, and I couldn't help but feel exposed up there. Yet as I glanced around, I saw a sea of receptive faces.
I grinned and thanked everyone for coming. I quickly described the genesis of the book, how there are some parts of themselves that women felt too uncomfortable to share, even to their partners and closest friends. While I spoke, I unfolded the notecard in my hands. "I don't want to take you away for long from either the incredible view or that fabulous tuna tartare, but there are a few people I must thank individually."
I glanced down at the notecard and almost jerked back in surprise. It wasn't the right card. Or rather, it was —I could see the names I'd jotted down—but someone had scrawled words over them in thick, black Sharpie strokes: "You evil little bitch. You'll get yours."
If you have a pulse, we bet you want to keep reading right now. But that's just the beginning of the crazy twists and turns the novel takes.
TELL US: Are you a fan of mysteries? Do you think you'll pick up the book? Share your thoughts about the excerpt in the comments below!
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