#PsychologicalThriller #BookReview and #Excerpt | Just My Luck by Adele Parks

Thank you to Harlequin Trade for my spot on this blog tour.
JUST MY LUCK
Author: Adele Parks
ISBN: 9780778331735
Publication: April 6, 2021
Publisher: MIRA Books

Adele Parks has brought her #1 Sunday Times sensation, JUST MY LUCK (MIRA Trade Paperback; April 6, 2021; $17.99) to the US!

Be careful what you wish for…

After spending happy hours, parenting classes and barbeques together for the last 15 years, Lexi and Jake Greenwood have celebrated and shared almost everything with the Pearsons and the Heathcotes, including their lottery numbers. Then one night, the unthinkable happens. Someone has been telling lies – lies dark enough to burn bridges and tear the tight group of friends apart. When the Greenwoods win a stunning $23 million in the lottery with their group’s numbers shortly after their dramatic falling out, the Heathcotes and Pearsons believe they’re entitled to part of the prize… and the three couples will do anything to claim what is theirs.

Reader beware: the last chapter will change everything.

A compulsively readable portrait of the fragility of friendship, the corrosiveness of sudden wealth, and the dark side of good luck, Adele Parks’ latest domestic thriller will make you think twice about trying your hand at the lottery.

Goodreads’ Rating: ☀️☀️☀️☀️

Just My Luck by Adele Parks is a psychological thriller that had me on the edge of my seat, exploring all the evil that money can bring out in people.

What I Liked

The main character, Lexi, and her teenage daughter Emily tell this tale of unfathomable greed from their individual POVs. I liked seeing the two different perspectives on the lottery win and the unexpected ways it impacted each of them. The thrills in the story focus mainly on these two characters, so having it told in the first person heightens the suspense. The voice of Emily, in many ways, sounds just like a teenager – ignoring what she does not want to deal with, wanting to run away from her problems, and being enchanted by her father’s enjoyment overspending. But, at other times, it is hard to tell the difference between Lexi and Emily’s voices. This inconsistency did not impact my enjoyment of the story, however.

I thought that the story was going to end very predictably. Everything pointed to it. But then I read the last page, and my jaw is still on the floor over it. I always love when a thriller surprises me, and this one did just that. But, even when I thought it would end predictably, I still could not take my eyes from the page. The question then was, would the bad people or person get away with their evil deeds.

Lexi is a very caring person. She works in a sociologist-type role and would gladly give up all her material possessions to help others. She is the type of mom who would sell a prized-possession to give her children the chance to go on a class trip, and she would do that without resentment. But, she is surrounded by people who are just the opposite. Her friends and spouse are people who look out for themselves and only themselves. So, when she wins the lottery, these opposing world views are illuminated in a way from which there is no going back.

To Read or Not to Read

I do not want to say any more for fear of spoiling the story. But, if you want an excellent thrill ride – one that is relatable and will keep you on the edge of your seat and one that has a great surprise ending, then Just My Luck is the perfect escape read for you.

Adele Parks is the #1 Sunday Times bestselling author of twenty novels, including Lies Lies Lies and Just My Luck, as well as I Invited Her InJust My Luck is currently in development to be made into a movie. Her novels have sold 4 million copies in the UK alone, and her work has also been translated into thirty-one languages.

Chapter 1

Saturday, April 20

I can’t face going straight home to Jake. I’m not ready to deal with this. I need to try to process it first. But how? Where do I start? I have no idea. The blankness in my mind terrifies me.

I always know what to do. I always have a solution, a way of tackling something, giving it a happy spin. I’m Lexi Greenwood, the woman everyone knows of as the fixer, the smiler—some might even slightly snidely call me a do-gooder. Lexi Green­wood, wife, mother, friend.

You think you know someone. But you don’t know anyone, not really. You never can.

need a drink. I drive to our local. Sod it, I’ll leave the car at the pub and walk home, pick it up in the morning. I order a glass of red wine, a large one, and then I look for a seat tucked away in the corner where I can down my drink alone. It’s Easter weekend, and a rare hot one. The place is packed. As I thread  my way through the heaving bar, a number of neighbors raise a glass, gesturing to me to join them; they ask after the kids and Jake. Everyone else in the pub seems celebratory, buoyant. I feel detached. Lost. That’s the thing about living in a small village—you recognize everyone. Sometimes that reassures me, some­times it’s inconvenient. I politely and apologetically deflect their friendly overtures and continue in my search for a solitary spot. Saturday vibes are all around me, but I feel nothing other than stunned, stressed, isolated.

You think you know someone.

What does this mean for our group? Our frimily. Friends that are like family. What a joke. Blatantly, we’re not friends anymore. I’ve been trying to hide from the facts for some time, hoping there was a misunderstanding, an explanation; nothing can explain away this.

I told Jake I’d only be a short while, and I should text him to say I’ll be longer. I reach for my phone and realize in my haste to leave the house I haven’t brought it with me. Jake will be wondering where I am. I don’t care. I down my wine. The acidity hits my throat, a shock and a relief at once. Then I go to the bar to order a second.

The local pub is only a ten-minute walk away from our home, but by the time I attempt the walk back, the red wine has taken effect. Unfortunately, I am feeling the sort of drunk that nur­tures paranoia and fury rather than a light head or heart. What can I do to right this wrong? I have to do something. I can’t carry on as normal, pretending I know nothing of it. Can I?

As I approach home, I see Jake at the window, peering out. I barely recognize him. He looks taut, tense. On spotting me, he runs to fling open the front door.

“Lexi, Lexi, quickly come in here,” he hiss-whispers, clearly agitated. “Where have you been? Why didn’t you take your phone? I’ve been calling you. I needed to get hold of you.”

What now? My first thoughts turn to our son. “Is it Logan? Has he hurt himself?” I ask anxiously. As I’m already teetering on the edge, my head quickly goes to a dark place. Split skulls, broken bones. A dash to the hospital isn’t unheard-of. Thirteen-year-old Logan has daredevil tendencies and the sort of mental­ity that thinks shimmying down a drainpipe is a reasonable way to exit his bedroom in order to go outside and kick a football about. My fifteen-year-old daughter, Emily, rarely causes me a moment’s concern.

“No, no, he’s fine. Both the kids are in their rooms. It’s… Look, come inside, I can’t tell you out here.” Jake is practically bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. I can’t read him. My head is too fuzzy with wine and full of rage and disgust. I resent Jake for causing more drama, although he has no idea what shit I’m dealing with. I’ve never seen him quite this way before. If I touched him, I might get an electric shock; he oozes a dangerous energy. I follow my husband into the house. He is hurrying, urging me to speed up. I slow down, deliberately obtuse. In the hallway he turns to me, takes a deep breath, runs his hands through his hair but won’t—can’t—meet my eyes. For a crazy moment I think he is about to confess to having an affair. “Okay, just tell me, did you buy a lottery ticket this week?” he asks.

“Yes.” I have bought a lottery ticket every week for the last fifteen years. Despite all the bother last week, I have stuck to my habit.

Jake takes in another deep breath, sucking all the oxygen from the hallway. “Okay, and did you—” He breaks off, finally drags his eyes to meet mine. I’m not sure what I see in his gaze, an al­most painful longing, fear and panic. Yet at the same time there is hope there, too. “Did you pick the usual numbers?”

“Yes.”

His jaw is still set tight. “You have the ticket?”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, it’s pinned on the noticeboard in the kitchen. Why? What’s going on?”

“Fuck.” Jake lets out a breath that has the power of a storm. He falls back against the hall wall for a second, and then he ral­lies, grabs my hand and pulls me into the room that was de­signed to be a dining room but has ended up being a sort of study slash dumping ground. A place where the children some­times do their homework, where I tackle paying the household bills, and where towering piles of ironing, punctured footballs and old trainers hide out. Jake sits down in front of the com­puter and starts to quickly open various tabs.

“I wasn’t sure that we even had a ticket, but when you were late back and the film I was watching had finished, I couldn’t resist checking. I don’t know why. Habit, I suppose. And look.”

“What?” I can’t quite work out what he’s on about. It might be the wine, or it might be because my head is still full of be­trayal and deceit, but I can’t seem to climb into his moment. I turn to the screen. The lottery website. Brash and loud. A clash of bright colors and fonts.

The numbers glare at me from the computer—1, 8, 20, 29, 49, 58. Numbers I am so familiar with, yet they seem peculiar and unbelievable.

“I don’t understand. Is this a joke?”

“No, Lexi. No! It’s for real. We’ve only gone and won the bloody lottery!”

Excerpted from Just My Luck by Adele Parks, Copyright © 2021 by Adele Parks.  Published by MIRA Books

18 Replies to “#PsychologicalThriller #BookReview and #Excerpt | Just My Luck by Adele Parks”

  1. Here I was thinking I could pass on this.. and then:
    Reader beware: the last chapter will change everything
    Now I have to read it.
    Great job, wonderful review, and thank you for sharing it!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you! And it’s very true about the ending! I loved the relatability of this story – it separates it from others in the genre.

      Liked by 1 person

    1. I’m reading very different kinds of thrillers lately and I have definitely been enjoying them. This one is a horrifyingly fun and relatable thriller that you would enjoy.

      Liked by 1 person

    1. I know, right? I hesitated to even describe it for fear I would give a clue to it.

      Like

  2. Full confession. I sometimes read the ending when I can’t stand the suspense. This is one that would be a challenge for me. Can’t they come up with a way to lock the pages to stop people like me?

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Lol. I don’t know that readeing the ending early would ruin this story. It would still be shocking and just cause you to read the story a bit differently, but not in a bad way. Something for me to ponder 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

Comments are closed.