White Oaks
Published on 30. May 2019
Book
Paperback/Softback
228 pages
978-1-68433-283-0 (ISBN)
Description
"An ingeniously dark comic thriller about greed, gluttony and murder that is destined for the big screen." –Best Thrillers
Aimee Trapnell reluctantly leaves her apartment on Manhattan’s Central Park West to return to her childhood home in Georgia for her father’s ninetieth birthday. Also on hand are her two brothers, wily Marsh and ne’er-do-well Trainor. With a forty-billion-dollar inheritance at stake, they’re willing to do whatever it takes to make the old man happy.
To their shock they learn that what their father wants for his birthday is to kill someone. He doesn’t care who it is. He just wants to know what it’s like to commit murder.
Betrayal, double-dealing, and fast-paced action set the Trapnells on a collision course with an unexpected villain. Their journey takes them from the swamps of Georgia, to Italy’s glittering Amalfi coast, to rugged Yellowstone National Park.
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Series
Edition
First Printing ed.
Language
English
Product notice
Paperback (trade)
Unsewn / adhesive bound
Illustrations
Illustrations
Dimensions
Height: 229 mm
Width: 152 mm
Thickness: 14 mm
Weight
377 gr
ISBN-13
978-1-68433-283-0 (9781684332830)
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Jill Hand is a member of International Thriller Writers. Her work has appeared in many anthologies. She is a former newspaper reporter and editor and a lifelong New Jerseyan. Her husband's family comes from Georgia. Stories he told about some of his ancestors were the inspiration for the Trapnell saga.Red Pines is the third of her novels about the trials and tribulations of the eccentric Trapnell siblings, who have more money than is good for them.Cobbs, home of the fictional Trapnells, is based on little towns in the Deep South, where tales of scandals from generations past are gleefully repeated over supper tables and where front porches are for sitting and fanning oneself, while complaining about the heat.