A blistering new Myron Bolitar thriller from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Hold Tight.
Harlan Coben's millions of fans have waited three long years for a new Myron Bolitar novel--taking Coben's last stand-alone, Hold Tight, to #1 on the New York Times list in the interim--and next year their patience will be rewarded in spectacular fashion.
Myron hasn't heard from Terese Collins in years. Not since their affair ended with no explanation. There had been no contact since, so her call catches him off guard. She's in Paris, she says, in trouble, and only Myron can help. She tells him a sad story she's never before revealed: a good marriage, her struggles to get pregnant, the happiest moment of her life when her only child was born, the day everything she'd ever loved was taken from her. In the years since, Terese has had no contact with her ex-husband, until the phone call that brought her to Paris.
When she gets there he's been murdered, and she's a suspect. But then comes a startling piece of evidence that turns the entire case upside down, laying bare Terese's long-buried family secrets in a most shocking way and leaving Myron nowhere to turn for help. Caught in a foreign landscape where nothing is as it seems, he must tear apart the city--and eventually the globe-- fighting for answers to unfathomable questions that will take Myron, and millions of Harlan Coben readers, where they have never gone before.
Myron Bolitar takes on international terrorists in bestseller Coben's fast-paced ninth thriller to feature the sports and entertainment agent (after Promise Me). With his romantic relationship with 9/11 widow Ali Wilder on the rocks, Myron is free at a moment's notice to accept the invitation of his former lover, Terese Collins, a TV newswoman who dropped out of his life years earlier, to join her in Paris. There Terese tells Myron her investigative reporter ex-husband, Rick, whom Myron never knew about, recently got back in touch with her and hinted at an earthshaking revelation. Rick's murder plunges Bolitar into a frenzied, often violent chase across Europe in an effort to learn Rick's secret. Aided by his upper-class sidekick and bodyguard, Win, Bolitar builds up an impressive body count as he attempts to prove he didn't kill Rick-and foil a terrorist plot that's as imaginative as it is preposterous. Bolitar fans will cheer their hero every step of the way. (Apr.) Copyright 2009 Reed Business Information.
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1 . Great Myron book
Posted March 06, 2012 by Chris , Atlanta GAI enjoyed this book a lot. I know that the terrorist part might be a little far flung, I really liked it for the fact that I didn't see it coming. I really enjoyed the twists!
The reuniting of Terese was excellent, I just find his characters very enthralling and I cannot wait to see what happens to them.
If you have enjoyed past Myron novels I believe you would enjoy this. A deffinate page turner and one of my favorites so far!
2 . Gripping Read
Posted April 15, 2010 by Erik , SalemMy first Coben book. I'm buying up all his old stuff, hoping it is this good. Interesting plot, with less of the typical thriller cheesy-ness. Not that it is in anyway realistic, but as thrillers go, I was able to buy in to the story. I really appreciated the original plot and human hero.
3 . At Last
Posted May 30, 2009 by Marie , South BendWaited quite awhile for another Bolitar. It was read too quickly as usual. I love the humor and crazy characters.They keep changing as they get older, and yet always support their friends. Of course, they also get involved in some impossible problems! Ready for the next one already.
4 . Welcome back Myron
Posted May 25, 2009 by David K , Calabasas, CAIf there is a more engaging and enjoyable character than Myron Bolitar I haven't met him. Being in the hands of Harlan Coban and sleuthing with his brilliant characters, Myron, Win, Eperanza, Big Cyndi et al. is like coming home.
Please Harlan, don't keep us waiting three years again.
5 . Good
Posted April 16, 2009 by Diana , San DiegoWell of course extremely well written. Unfortunately I am old enough to of read the book/seen the movie from the '60's that the basic premise of this book was taken from, so I figured it out waaay too soon.
But gads what a fabulous writer. Always enjoy the read.
March 29, 2009
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Excerpt from Long Lost by Harlan Coben
"YOU don't know her secret," Win said to me.
"It's bad?" I asked.
"Then maybe I don't want to know."
Two days before I learned the secret she'd kept buried for a decade -- the seemingly personal secret that would not only devastate the two of us but change the world forever -- Terese Collins called me at five AM, pushing me from one quasi-erotic dream into another. She simply said, "Come to Paris."
I had not heard her voice in, what, seven years maybe, and the line had static and she didn't bother with hello or any preamble. I stirred and said, "Terese? Where are you?"
"In a cozy hotel on the Left Bank. You'll love it here. There's an Air France flight leaving tonight at seven."
I sat up. Terese Collins. Imagery flooded in -- her Class-B-felony bikini, that private island, the sun-kissed beach, her gaze that could melt teeth, her Class-B-felony bikini.
It's worth mentioning the bikini twice.
"I can't," I said.
"Paris," she said.
"Nearly a decade ago we ran away to an island as two lost souls. I thought that we would never see each other again, but we did. A few years later, she helped save my son's life. And then, poof, she was gone without a trace -- until now.
"Think about it," she went on. "The City of Lights. We could make love all night long."
I managed a swallow. "Sure, yeah, but what would we do during the day?"
"If remember correctly, you'd probably need to rest."
"And vitamin E," I said, smiling in spite of myself, "I can't Terese. I'm involved."
"With the 9/11 widow?"
I wondered how she knew. "Yeah."
"This wouldn't be about her."
"Sorry, but I think it would."
"Are you in love?" she asked.
"Would it matter if I said yes?"
I switched hands. "What's wrong, Terese?"
"Nothing's wrong. I want to spend a romantic, sensual, fantasy-filled weekend with you in Paris."
Another swallow. "I haven't heard from you in, what, seven years?"
"I called," I said. "Repeatedly."
"I left messages. I wrote letters. I tried to find you."
"I know," she said again.
There was silence. I don't like silence.
"When you needed me," she said, "really needed me, I was there, wasn't I?
"Come to Paris, Myron."
"Just like that?"
"Where have you been all this time?"
"I will tell you everything when you get here."
"I can't. I'm involved with someone."
That damn silence again.
"Do you remember when we met?"
It had been on the heels of the greatest disaster of my life. I guess the same was true for her. We had both been pushed into attending a charity event by well-meaning friends, and as soon as we saw each other, it was as if our mutual misery were magnetic. I'm not a big believer in the eyes being the windows of the soul. I had known too many psychos who could fool you to rely on such pseudo-science. But the sadness was so obvious in Terese's eyes. It emanated from her entire being really, and that night, with my own life in ruins, I craved that.
Terese had a friend who owned a small Caribbean island not far from Aruba. We ran off that very night and told no one where we were going. We ended up spending three weeks there, making love, barely talking, vanishing and tearing into each other because there was nothing else.
"Of course, I remember," I said.
"We both had been crushed. We never talked about it. But we both knew."
"Whatever crushed you," Terese said, "you were able to move past it. That's natural. We recover. We get damaged and then we rebuild."
"I couldn't rebuild. I don't even think I wanted to rebuild. I was shattered and maybe it was best to keep me that way."
"I'm not sure I follow."
Her voice was soft now. "I didn't think -- check that, I still don't think -- that I would like to see what my world would look like rebuilt. I don't think I would like the result."
She didn't reply.
"I want to help," I said.
"Maybe you can't," she said. "Maybe there's no point."
"Forget I called, Myron. Take care of yourself."
And then she was gone.
Excerpt from "Long Lost" (c) 2009 by Harlan Coben. Published by Dutton, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. All rights reserved.