Don’t be afraid. Be terrified.
It’s just a stupid meme that’s going around their small fishing town in the dead of winter—people reposting and sharing their biggest fear. But when her classmates start turning up dead—dying in the way that they said scared them the most—Izzy knows it’s no joke.
With each death hitting closer to home, Izzy sets out to try to stop the killer. Could her older sister’s friend Tristan have something to do with the deaths? He’s given her some strange vibes. Or what about his brooding cousin, Axel? But he’s in her classes at school. He’s not a murderer . . . is he? Izzie’s soon on a path that will lead her right to the killer . . . and her own worst nightmare.
Review by Twinsie Dee
I bought this book and this is my honest review
What is your greatest fear? Which way do you think is the worst way to die? When the newest meme is going around town and is being reposted by everyone with the worst way they think would die but they never figured that posting their fears would be used against them and be the actual way they would die. Izzy seemed to be the only one who didn’t repost he fear meme and the killer isnt going to let that slide. With 4 dead students and 1 that will never be found the killer isnt planning on slowing down anytime soon even with the cop of the killer’s heels. But who is this killer that is killing teens by their fear will they catch them before number 5 will be found your gonna want to find out for yourself but remember don’t let everyone know your greatest fear. Omg omg omg Natasha has done it again this is one of the best thrillers she’s written i ha no idea who the killer was until it was revealed and still I didn’t believe it. Natasha has a way of making you think that you know exactly who it is with all the clues pointing to one person and then completely turning it 180 and being someone else, its was amazing and i love when thrillers do that.
#1 New York Times Bestselling Author of The Cellar and The Cabin. Romance and YA Thriller writer, boy mum, Tom Hardy enthusiast. Always buried in a book and a glass of wine.