Never Saw Me Coming by Vera Kurian #BlogTour #BookReview #PsychologicalThriller #RIPXVI

Thank you to Harlequin Trade Books for my spot on this blog tour.

“I’ve never met someone like me, but when I do, eventually, I think it will be like two wolves meeting in the night, sniffing and recognizing a fellow hunter.”

Meet Chloe Sevre. Freshman honor student. Average-seeming, legging-wearing, hot girl next door…and diagnosed psychopath with an IQ of 135. Her hobbies include yogalates, frat parties, and plotting to kill Will Bachman, a childhood friend who grievously wronged her.

Now Chloe and six other students at John Adams College are part of an unusual clinical study that includes smartwatches to track their moods and movements, in exchange for free tuition. The study, led by a renowned psychiatrist, has inadvertently brought together some of the most dangerous minds who feel no guilt or fear. When one of the participants is found murdered, it becomes obvious they’re all in danger. Chloe goes from hunter to prey, and joins forces with two other psychopaths in the program to discover why they’re being targeted – if they could only trust each other.

Wildly entertaining with compelling characters and a vividly conjured campus setting, NEVER SAW ME COMING will keep you up all night, pinned to the page, wondering why you’re rooting for a would-be killer.

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My Rating:

Rating: 4 out of 5.

What I Loved

What I loved the most about this story is the awareness it brings to the many faces of the mental health disorder psychopathy and the lack of research on how to help people with this disorder.  So little is known so that misconceptions and fears surround the disease.  But being in the heads of people with psychopathy also makes for an edge-of-your-seat psychological thriller.

Narration is done in the first person, through Chloe Sevre, and in the third person, focused on Charles and Andre, which adds to the uncertainty, suspense, and thrills.  All three are unreliable narrators, as goes with the diagnosis. Still, the unreliability is most notable with Chloe since the reader is experiencing the story the way she chooses to tell it.  And she can tell a tale as few others can.

The whodunnit of the mystery of the two murders of people in the study is jaw-dropping. However, I must be honest – I figured it out in entirety just over halfway through.  I’ve been on a roll figuring out the conclusions lately, and I’m a licensed counselor, so I don’t know if it is really that obvious.  It still held my attention without fail and kept me on the edge of my seat from beginning to end.

The romance that wasn’t really a romance between Chloe and Charles is just as fascinating as the characters themselves.  Andre described them together as “… the charming white couple who claimed their car broke down in front of your house in a home invasion movie. Of course, you let them in because surely they weren’t dangerous…”. I loved that description as it concretely stated what I thought as I read their interactions and felt their chemistry.

The Characters

I don’t know that any of the characters are likable or relatable except for the most minor characters like Chloe’s roommate.  Yet, I was oddly drawn to Chloe.  She fascinated me much as characters like Harley Quinn fascinate me. They are so broken yet so amazingly resilient that I’m in awe of just how they function from moment to moment.  Charles is also fascinating in his own way has been an arguable success story for the program.  And Andre – he intrigues me because what we are told about him does not jive in many places with the reaction of the people closest to him.  These seeming contradictions had my radar up.

What I Wish

My main wish is that the story had stayed focused on Chloe and her past as well as her current plan.  I love when thrillers remain focused on one plot thread, as those stories tend to keep me focused as well.  When students start turning up dead, Chloe’s plot thread becomes sidelined to the thread of who is killing the students participating in the study.  There are only 7 of them, so the choices seem very few.  Though interesting, I also felt that this whodunnit thread was not developed to the point where I could easily suspend my disbelief.

Reminds Me Of

Because the story has so many characters with the same mental health disorder, my thoughts kept going to The Suicide Squad. However, there are no superpowers in this story.  I haven’t read another book like this. The main characters are part of the same psychological study and suffer from the same severe disorder.

To Read or Not to Read

If you’re looking for a fascinating thriller that is also somewhat of a study on people with psychopathy, Never Saw Me Coming is precisely the book you are looking for.

Trigger Warnings:

Vera Kurian is a psychologist and writer and a longtime resident of Washington DC. She has a doctorate in social psychology, specializing in intergroup relations, political ideology, and quantitative methods. She has studied fiction at Breadloaf, Sewanee, VONA, and attended juried workshops at LitCamp, Colgate, Juniper, and the Marlboro Summer Writing Intensive. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and was a semifinalist for the Mark Twain Royal Nonesuch Humor Writing Contest.

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Author Website | Twitter: @vera_kurian | Instagram: @verakurianauthor | Goodreads


Day 60

As soon as the door to my new dorm room closed, I went to the window, scanning across the quad for him. It wasn’t like there was any possibility he would just happen to be out there among the families lugging moving boxes or the handful of students sprawled in the grass.

But there! A head of dirty-blond waves. Will. My mouth opened. Then the person turned and I saw it was only a girl with an unfortunate haircut. Seriously, you’d think she’d put in more of an effort for move-in day.

I turned and faced my empty dorm room with its sad linoleum floors, mentally going through my to-do list. 1. Get rid of Mom. Check. She had already left and was probably speeding up the I-95, popping open a bottle of champagne now that she was finally rid of me. 2. Claim the most advantageous space be-fore my roommate, Yessica, arrived. 3. Make six to eight friends before 4. My mandatory check-in appointment at the psychology department. 5. Find Will.

We had a double with two bedrooms, one clearly larger than the other. While my normal instinct was to claim the larger one, I immediately saw the problem with that. The larger bed-room had windows that overlooked the quad. What if I wanted to crawl in or out of my window in the middle of the night? People will record anything even remotely interesting on their phones these days, and I could be easily seen from the other dorms and academic halls that lined the quad—too much of an audience for my liking.

I took the smaller room. My generosity would score me points with my new roomie, but more importantly, the room had a view of the brick wall of the building next to us and there was a metal fire escape attached directly to the window. Easy access in and out of my room without detection—perfect. I dumped some of my boxes into the room and made the bed, placing my stuffed plushie whale on top to clearly stake my claim. The voices inside the dorm were calling me and I had to establish myself quickly.

I gave myself a brief once-over before leaving the room, reap-plying my lip gloss and fixing my hair. The hair had to be just right—a loose, effortless side French braid that actually wasn’t effortless. You have to be the kind of girl who “doesn’t put any effort in” but naturally rolls out of bed looking like a horny but somehow demure starlet. If you meet some standard of objective attractiveness, people think you’re better than you actually are—smarter, more interesting, worthier of existing. Combined with the right personality, this can be powerful.

Brewser had one long hallway with rooms shooting off on either side. I peeked into the room next door where two brunettes were wrestling a duvet out of a plastic package. “Hi!” I chirped. “I’m Chloe!” I could be whatever they wanted me to be. A fun girl, a potential best friend, someone to tell secrets to over midnight snacks. This type of socializing was just me playing little roles for a few moments, but when I need to go all in, I can. I can make myself younger when I want to, opting or looser clothes that hide my body and making my eyes shiny with dumbness—a whole costume of innocence. I can look older with makeup and carefully selected clothes, showing skin when necessary. It’s easy because people tend to see what they want to.

I went door to door. Room 202. “Omigod I love your hair,” I said to a bubbly blonde I suspect will end up popular.

Room 206. “You’re not brothers, are you?” I said shyly to two boys on the crew team (nice bodies but baby faces—not my taste). They grinned at me, looked at my boobs, and each vied to say something clever. Neither was clever.

Room 212 was a pair of awkward girls. I was friendly to them but didn’t linger long because I knew they would never be key players.

While I met a few more people, I was simultaneously assessing who seemed like they were going to be part of Greek life. Will was in a frat—SAE—and one of my first orders of business was to get in with that frat. The crew boys were already in the hallway loudly talking about going out to a club that night. That was good—an outing, and the crew boys seemed like they would be the type to pledge a frat. “I love dancing,” I said to what’s-his-name, the taller of the two, fingering the end of my braid. “It’s the best way to get to know people.” He smiled down at me, his eyes crinkling. If high school taught me any-thing, it’s that social life is a game that revolves around navigating hierarchies. Be someone guys want to fuck or you will be invisible to them. Be someone the girls want firmly tucked into their inner circles, whether as friend or enemy, or die the death of being totally irrelevant.

Even from our brief interactions, I could tell no one in this dorm was in my program. I’ve never met someone like me, but when I do eventually, I think it will be like two wolves meet-ing in the night, sniffing and recognizing a fellow hunter. But I doubt they would put two of us in the same dorm—there were only seven and they probably had to spread us out to prevent a war from breaking out.

I had to go then, leaving my new friends behind, to check in with the program.

The psychology department was diagonally across the quad, visible from the windows of the common area of my room. The quad was lush grass crisscrossed with brick paths, with each brick having the name of an alumnus engraved into it—John Smith, class of ’03. Funny—Will was never going to get a brick, but I was. One of the larger dorms, Tyler Hall, had a massive banner hung on it that said WELCOME FRESHMAN!!! I stopped to take a selfie with the banner in the background: here’s a girl excited for her first day of college, busy doing college things!

It’s practically destiny that I ended up at John Adams University. I knew I had to be in DC, which meant applying to Georgetown, American University, George Washington University, John Adams, Catholic University, and Trinity College—all of which are inside the District. As safeties, I also applied to reasonably close places like George Mason and the University of Maryland. I got into all of them except for Georgetown. Seriously, fuck them. My application was golden: I have an IQ of 135—five points short of genius—solid SATs and grades. I paid for most of my wardrobe with a business I set up writing papers for other students. Who knows how many of them got into college with a heartfelt essay about the dead cancer grandmother they didn’t actually have.

I had been offered scholarship money at various schools, but nothing like what Adams had offered. Even if I had turned down the psychology study, I still could have gotten generous scholarships given to students with my pedigree to entice them to a Tier 2 liberal arts school. But I didn’t care—Adams was always my first choice because of Will. Another bonus was the school’s placement in DC: a busy city with a relatively high murder rate. The campus was in the gentrifying neighborhood of Shaw, just east of bougie Logan Circle, and south of U Street, a popular going-out destination. A neighborhood that, despite the presence of nice restaurants, was also a place where drunk people occasionally got into fights and stabbed each other and pedestrians got mugged. Law enforcement was busy with the constant parade of protests, conferences, and visiting diplomats—they probably gave two shits about what was going on in the mind of a random eighteen-year-old girl with an iPhone in her hand and a benign look on her face.

I liked the somber castle look of the psychology department. Its dark red bricks were covered with ivy and the windows, edged with black iron, were warbled like they had old glass in them. The inside was dimly lit by a hanging chandelier with flickering amber bulbs, and the cavernous foyer smelled like old books. When I walked through it, I imagined a camera following me, viewers worried about what dangerous things might come my way. I would be the one they would root for.

I went up the curving staircase to the sixth floor where I was supposed to check in with my program. Room 615 was tucked at the end of the hallway, secluded. A placard on the door said Leonard Wyman, PhD, and Elena Torres, Doctoral Candidate. I recognized the names from my paperwork.

I knocked and a few seconds later a woman flung open the door. “You must be Chloe Sevre!”

She stuck out her hand. They probably had a whole dossier on me. I had had a bunch of phone interviews with a couple of screeners, then one with Wyman himself, and they had also interviewed my mother and high school counselor.

The woman’s hand was bony, but warm and dry, and her eyes were chocolate brown and unafraid. “I’m Elena, one of Dr. Wyman’s grad students.” She smiled and gestured for me to come inside. She led me past a messy reception area, a desk cluttered with papers and three laptops, and down a hallway to a smaller office, hers presumably.

She closed the door behind us. “We’ll get you all settled. Everything was fine with the financial aid office before you got here?” As one of the seven students in the study, I was granted a free ride to John Adams University. All I had to give in ex-change was my willingness to be a full-time guinea pig in their Multimethod Psychopathy Panel Study.

I nodded, looking around. Her shelves were crammed with books and stacks of printed-out articles. Three different versions of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. Tomes on “abnormal” psychology. Robert Hare’s book Without Conscience, which I had read.

“Great,” Elena said. She pulled something up on her computer. She took a bite of the scone resting on her mousepad and chewed loudly. She was pretty in a grad student sort of way. Olive skin and a nice collarbone. You could picture her falling in love with some reedy nerd and trying to have children too late. “Here you are!” She clicked a few times and her printer came to life. When she stood up to retrieve the paper, I leaned over, trying to see her computer screen, but she had a privacy shield. I didn’t know if it was supposed to be a secret or some-thing, but I had found out how many students were in the pro-gram when one of the administrators had been working out my financial aid package. I was dying of curiosity about the other six students. The bizarre elite.

Elena handed me a bunch of paper-clipped documents. They were consent forms for the study, assurances that my data would be kept private, that there was minimal risk associated with computer-based surveys, that blood drawings would be performed by a licensed phlebotomist, blah blah blah. A lot more about privacy, location tracking—which I paid closer attention to—and what their legal obligations were to report it if I threatened to either harm myself or others. Oh, please. I wasn’t planning on making any of my threats known.

Excerpted from Never Saw Me Coming by Vera Kurian, Copyright © 2021 by Albi Literary Inc. Published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.

19 Replies to “Never Saw Me Coming by Vera Kurian #BlogTour #BookReview #PsychologicalThriller #RIPXVI”

      1. Agreed! It sounds like something right up my alley!
        It’s funny how impatient you can be to get your hands on a really great sounding book.. when your dance card is already full and you probably wouldn’t have time to read it anyway. 😆

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  1. I love characters like Harley Quinn and I enjoyed first Suicide Squad. If this is somewhat like that without any super power, I would like to read this. Amazing review, Tessa!

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    1. It is in that a group of psychopaths are investigating a couple of murders on campus and the individual traits and group dynamics reminded me so much of the group in Suicide Squad.

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  2. I usually figure out the ending well before the climax, so that wouldn’t bother me. Unless it’s just poorly done. The protagonist’s mind sounds fascinating to me. That’s the draw.

    “Never saw me coming” makes me think of Iron Man III and the Mandarin saying, “You’ll never see me coming.” I keep hearing Ben Kingsley’s voice saying this title. lol

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    1. It is totally fascinating, even when I think back on it. And haha – I didn’t think of that. I like that connection ❤️

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  3. I don’t think this one is for me, but I find it interesting that you figured things out halfway through. When that happens to me I don’t mind as long as the delivery is good (I like seeing my theories and guesses play out correctly). I do wonder, however, if your background as a licensed counselor contributed to you deciphering things so early. Interesting!
    Great review, Tessa!

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    1. As a counselor I know a lot about mental health disorders, so I knew (since the author is a social psychologist) that one of the plot points was not true so it had to be a misdirection which of course pointed an arrow to the culprit. If the author hadn’t been so experienced with mental health disorders, I would have questioned whether or not it was just an error, which could easily happen. I don’t think you would mind this book since psychopaths don’t tend to be frustrating or overwhelming to be in the mind of. They are just fascinating. But, I can’t say for sure you would enjoy it nearly as much as I did from past experience. It is a totally fascinating read though ❤️

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      1. Sounds like one for my maybe list. I do like books that delve into mental disorders. I just need to care about the character(s). Not sure I would in this one, but I’ll consider it!

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  4. It’s always so interesting to get inside the mind of a psychopath. Amazing review Tessa

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  5. What an amazing review, you give such a great feel for the book. For a well written book I don’t mind if I guess the twist or culprit because the journey to the reveal is usually the best part anyway.

    I see you are only 1 follower of the amazing total of 1000 – hope you get that next one soon!

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    1. I’m there. 🥰. I’ve always wondered why they don’t include email subscribers in that number because they do in the number they show me on the stats page. I have quite a few email subscribers, so I was surprised that the number that they show through reader was so low. And then I realized it is just the number of WordPress followers without email subscribers. But it’s very cool to reach 1000 WordPress followers. ❤️

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  6. This book was written by a psychologist, and you are a counselor. So, I have to ask: is “psychopath” considered an offensive terms these days? Someone on Twitter blasted me for using that word, saying, I believe, that it was either outdated or ableist.

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    1. Psychopath is an actual psychological term. It’s similar to Sociopath which are two specific personality types found in people with Antisocial Personality Disorder. The fact that it’s used in pop culture has probably caused people to be sensitive to the use of it. So, instead of saying Psychopath, you can say APD or the full diagnosis, I guess.


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