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A provocative novel of psychological suspense about two women locked in a desperate fight over a child each believes is rightfully hers

"Deliciously twisty and seriously dark . . . I couldn't put it down."--Natasha Bell, author of His Perfect Wife

Libby needs a break. Three years ago her husband split, leaving her to raise their infant son Ethan alone as she struggled to launch her writing career. Now for the first time in years, things are looking up. She's just sold her first novel, and she and Ethan are going on a much-needed vacation. Everything seems to be going their way, so why can't she stop looking over her shoulder or panicking every time Ethan wanders out of view? Is it because of what happened when Ethan was born? Except Libby's never told anyone the full story of what happened, and there's no way anyone could find her and Ethan at a faraway resort . . . right?

But three days into their vacation, Libby's fears prove justified. In a moment of inattention, Ethan wanders into an elevator before Libby can reach him. When the elevator stops and the doors open, Ethan is gone. Hotel security scours the building and finds no trace of him, but when CCTV footage is found of an adult finding the child wandering alone and leading him away by the hand, the police are called in. The search intensifies, a lost child case turning into a possible abduction. Hours later, a child is seen with a woman stepping through an emergency exit. Libby and the police track the woman down and corner her, but she refuses to release Ethan. Asked who she is, the woman replies:

"I'm his mother."

What follows is one of the most shocking, twist-y, and provocative works of psychological suspense ever written. A story of stolen identity, of surrogacy gone horribly wrong, and of two women whose insistence that each is the "real" mother puts them at deadly cross-purposes, Lost You is sure to be one of 2019's most buzzed-about novels.

Praise for Lost You

"An emotionally wrenching psychological thriller . . . The story unravels at an anxiety-inducing pace, and shocking twists appear around every corner." --Associated Press

"Extremely binge-worthy, so suspense fans, definitely be on the lookout for this new release." -- She Reads

"The twists and turns are not only masterfully paced and layered but so is the emotional impact. . . . an adrenaline-pumping, anxiety-inducing thriller built around a core so sentimental it just might make you cry." -- Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

Excerpt provided by Syndetics

1 Now  She climbs up onto the low wall that borders the roof, even as the police officers yell at her to stop. The brickwork scrapes her knees, but she doesn't care. Ethan squirms in her arms as she gets to her feet, her soles raw from running. The weight of him almost takes her balance. Her toes curl over the edge. She hoists Ethan up, wraps her arms tight around him. "It's okay, baby," she says. He cries, wrestles in her grasp, his feet kicking against her thighs, his small hands grabbing at her clothes. "Look," she says. "Isn't it beautiful?" The moon is reflected on the black mirror of the Gulf of Mexico. Between the terrace and the sea, the infinity pool surrounded by palm trees, its water calm and glassy. She imagines it now, the cool of it swallowing her whole. The calm soaking into her. "You want to go swimming?" she asks. He becomes still in her arms. "You wanna?" He nods, his head moving against her shoulder. "Yeah, go swimming," he says, his voice so small and soft it brings heat to her eyes, a thickness to her throat. "We'll go swimming," she says. "I promise. Just you and me." The police officers have stopped shouting. She hears them approaching all around, their feet on the loose stones that cover the hotel's roof. Somewhere far away, she hears a woman weep and call the child's name. Below, someone catches sight of her. A cry of alarm, a rising clamor of voices, chairs and tables scraping on the tiled terrace, audible above the easy music of the lounge band that plays there every night. More voices join the choir. The band's singer falters then stops the song, his gasp amplified through the microphone, Dios mío! The music stutters and halts. She looks down for the first time. Seven stories. The people below back away as they stare up at her. Their voices bounce between the walls and balconies. A tray of drinks slips from a waiter's hand, glass shattering, liquor spilling in firework patterns. She imagines her body there, sprawled, casting her own red fireworks across the tiles. And Ethan's. Someone says her name. She doesn't turn her head to see him, but she hears his voice, soft and easy, like the world isn't about to end. "Listen," he says, taking slow steps, drawing closer. "Just wait and talk to me. Whatever you're going through, whatever's driven you to this, it can be fixed. I promise you. Will you talk to me?" She spares him a glance. It's the security guard from downstairs. "I didn't mean it," she says. "You didn't mean what?" the security guard asks. "To end this way." "It's not the end," the security guard says. "Not if you don't want it to be. Why does it have to be the end?" "Because I did a terrible thing and I can't take it back." The security guard comes closer, slow, creeping. She sees him in her peripheral vision, turns her head to see him better. He has light-brown skin and kind eyes, gray in his hair. "Maybe you can't take it back," he says. "That doesn't mean you can't put it right. My mother always told me, there's nothing ever been broken that can't be fixed." She looks away, back toward the sea, the glittering blackness of it. "I know what you're doing," she says. "What am I doing?" "You're trying to get me talking, to make me come down." "Ma'am, I'm not trying to do anything. Sure, that's what the police negotiator will do when they get here, but I ain't that smart. I'm just talking. Just having a conversation, that's all. Like people do every day. Just talking." "Don't come any closer." She hears the brittle edge of her own voice, and it frightens her. "I'm not crazy," she says, and she wonders if anyone who ever spoke those words aloud spoke them truthfully. "No, you're not," the security guard says, keeping his distance. "You are a sane and rational person, right? I know this isn't you, not really. Just like I know you won't hurt that little boy." "He's my son." "That's right. He's your own flesh and blood." "Stay back," she says. The security guard is a little more than an arm's length away. Too close. She edges farther along the brickwork. It bites at her soles. "I'm staying right here," he says. "I'm not moving, all right? You know, I have a little girl around your boy's age, maybe a bit older." He waits for a response, but she won't offer one. "She's a real firecracker, like her mother. You should see her. Half Hispanic and half Irish. I swear, she's only four, and I aged ten years since she was born. Where was your boy born?" "Pennsylvania," she says. "Where in Pennsylvania? Pittsburgh? Philly?" She doesn't answer. Everything is quiet. She gives him another glance. His face is loose, the kindness of his eyes tempered with sharp regret. He knows he asked the wrong question. He knows he's lost her. Defeat makes him desperate. "Give me the boy," he says, the words quivering. "I swear to God I won't touch you. Just let me take him." "I can't," she says. "Sure you can," he says, but there is nothing sure in his voice. "I can't. I won't give him back. Not now." "It's not fair," he says. "Don't take him with you. Please." "No," she says, the finality clear. The security guard is right. It's not fair. She knows this. But it doesn't make any difference. She kisses Ethan's damp cheek and says, "I love you." The breeze comes in off the ocean, warm and salty. "I'm sorry," she says. "Please forgive me." She sees the security guard from the corner of her eye, reaching, reaching, reaching. "God forgive me," she says, and puts one foot in front of the other. Screaming, everywhere. Excerpted from Lost You: A Novel by Haylen Beck All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Publishers Weekly Review

At the start of this engrossing psychological thriller from the pseudonymous Beck (Here and Gone), a woman threatens to jump off a Florida hotel roof with her young son to certain death below. Flash back four years. When Anna Lenihan loses her waitressing job in Pennsylvania and is in a financial bind, she hears about a medical clinic that matches childless couples with healthy female surrogates. The pay is excellent, and Anna is in good health. Anna becomes the surrogate for writer Libby Reese and her husband. As Anna's pregnancy progresses, Libby behaves irrationally, making herself look like she, too, is pregnant by wearing an ever-expanding prosthetic latex stomach. The baby boy is born prematurely on the same night Libby experiences "labor pains" (actually appendicitis). Anna runs off with the baby and a deadly showdown ensues with consequences that will lead to that harrowing rooftop scene. Beck (Edgar finalist Stuart Neville) tells a richly complicated story about two desperate women and the reality of surrogacy in America. Agent: Nat Sobel, Sobel Weber Assoc. (Aug.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

Booklist Review

Cut the baby in half! was the judgment of Solomon when two women both claimed one child. Readers will find themselves torn in two by Libby Reese and Anna Lenihan as they each make their case for being a three-year-old boy's rightful mother. Three days into doting mother Libby's vacation, Ethan wanders into an elevator before she can reach him. When she calls the elevator back, he is gone. Hotel CCTV footage shows him leaving through an emergency exit with Anna, who then climbs up on a low wall bordering the roof, clutching Ethan. If she jumps, Anna thinks, there will be no more waking in the dark reaching for her baby and remembering he's gone. The absorbing narrative that follows spins a heart-wrenching web of desperation, surrogacy, mistaken identity, and murder. Beck is the pseudonym of acclaimed Irish crime-fiction author Stuart Neville. This nail-biting rendering of every parent's nightmare is his second stand-alone thriller (after Here and Gone, 2017). Recommend to fans of Tana French, Allison Brennan, and Hallie Ephron.--Jane Murphy Copyright 2019 Booklist

Kirkus Book Review

A woman risks everything for her child in Beck's (Here and Gone, 2017) latest.Libby is enjoying a well-deserved vacation with her 3-year-old son, Ethan, to celebrate her book contract. At the resort, she can pamper herself and enjoy spending time with her little boy, things that have been hard to do since her husband left them when Ethan was a baby. It was a long, difficult path to motherhood for Libby, and in the end, Mason just couldn't deal with it. But she has Ethan now, and he is all she needs to feel complete. But when Ethan disappears while Libby literally has her back turned, her worst nightmare comes true. Because Ethan isn't abducted by just anyone, but by someone who knows him and who calls him "Little Butterfly." What is the true story of Ethan's parentage? What secrets has Libby buried deep in the past? And who is willing to do anything to get revenge? There is a lingering sense of unease established in the very beginning of the novelbecause the reader knows it's a thriller, yes, and so something is going to go wrongbut even more because of Libby's personality. She's established as an overstressed single mom desperately worrying about everything. Her tight hold on Ethan can't end well for either one of thembut the truth is completely mind-blowing. No spoilers here: The twists and turns are not only masterfully paced and layered, but so is the emotional impact. Once another perspective is offered within the narrative, this other character captures the reader's sympathybut it's also true that while we may not always like Libby, she has our understanding, too. Beck plays both characters off one another until close to the end, unspooling tension to an almost unbearable breaking point.An adrenaline-pumping, anxiety-inducing thriller built around a core so sentimental it just might make you cry. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.