New York Rule #1: Don’t get involved.
Samantha Leiffer already has a self-centered self-help guru for a mother, a cadre of off-kilter Greenwich Village pals, and an ex-boyfriend who cheated on her with women and men. She doesn’t need more grief. But when she accidentally spies two people dumping a dubious-looking ice chest into the Hudson, she has an unsettling feeling about its contents. . . .
New York Rule #2: Don’t make eye contact.
So, not being the kind of girl to let some psycho get away with murder, Sam sets out to unravel a mystery—and is soon being stalked by a sinister, shadowy figure who’s wearing one-of-a-kind mirrored contact lenses. . . .
New York Rule #3: If you must break Rules #1 and #2, get some help from New York’s Finest.
Now, aided by a hard-as-nails (but still very hot) homicide detective, Sam is poking into some unsavory places—and finding out more creepy stuff than she ever wanted to know. . . .
New York Rules #4 and #5: Don’t expect anything to be what it seems . . . and when necessary, fight like hell.
"Punchy, comic, and clever, Hide Your Eyes will blow your mind."—Lisa Gardner
"A smart, snappy piece of deviltry."—Perri O'Shaughnessy
