"A page-turning, pearl-clutching mystery!"―Kimberly Derting, author of The Body Finder and Desires of the Dead "One killer novel."―Lee Nichols, author of the Haunting Emma series "The moment you finish, you'll start writing your fan letter, begging for more."―Adele Griffin, National Book Award Finalist and author of The Julian Game and Picture the Dead Since when do the dead send emails? Kate Lowry's best friend Grace died a year ago. So when she gets an email from her, Kate's more than a little confused. To: KateLowry@pemberlybrown.edu From: GraceLee@pemberlybrown.edu Subject: (no subject) Kate, I'm here… sort of. Find Cameron. He knows. I shouldn't be writing. Don't tell. They'll hurt you. Now Kate has no choice but to prove once and for all that Grace's death was more than just a tragic accident. She teams up with a couple of knights-in-(not-so)-shining armor―the dangerously hot bad boy, Liam, and her lovestruck neighbor, Seth. But at their elite private school, there are secrets so big people will do anything to protect them―even if it means getting rid of anyone trying to solve a murder... "A masterful blend of suspense and danger" --Mandy Hubbard, author of Prada and Prejudice and You Wish Secret societies dominate a posh co-educational private school in this suspenseful, possibly supernatural mystery. One or both of those societies may be responsible for the death of a girl, or so 15-year-old Kate believes. Kate's best friend, Grace, was killed in a fire under mysterious circumstances a year earlier. When she gets an e-mail from her dead friend, Kate believes Grace is asking for justice and begins to investigate what really happened. The Roeckers populate the school with the standard drop-dead handsome rich guys and a few supermodel-style girls, but Kate finds herself more attracted to dangerous, scruffy Liam. Then there's her annoying next-door neighbor, nerdy Seth, who has an obvious crush on her. Despite the difficulties they cause, the two help her so much that at last she enlists them in her quest. Tension mounts when the trio finds secret areas in the school and starts to track down who was really responsible on the night of the fire. A final confrontation solves the mystery, but can Kate really bring the culprit to justice? And is Grace's ghost really haunting her? The authors create lively and memorable characters and keep the action moving in their lengthy whodunit; Kate's interest in Latin adds an educational element. Clearly, the Roeckers had fun writing their story. Young mystery lovers may enjoy it just as much. (Mystery. 12-16) ( Kirkus ) Lisa and Laura Roecker are sisters-turned-writing-partners with a love of all things Young Adult. Some call it arrested development, but the sisters claim it keeps them young. Plus, its cheaper than Botox. Lisa and Laura live in Cleveland, Ohio in separate residences. Their husbands wouldn't agree to a duplex. THE LIAR SOCIETY is their first novel. Her email didn't move or disappear or do any of the creepy things I'd expect an email from a ghost to do. It was just there. Existing. To: KateLowry@pemberlybrown.edu Sent: Tues 9/14 11:59 PM From: GraceLee@pemberlybrown.edu Subject: (no subject) Kate, I'm here... Sort of. Find Cameron. He knows. I shouldn't be writing. Don't tell. They'll hurt you. The words blurred on the screen, and my hands went limp. My phone clattered to the hardwood floor, the battery popping off and sliding beneath my bed. Dead best friends didn't send emails. I shook my head fiercely in an attempt to clear my thoughts. It was the anniversary of her death, and I missed Grace more than anything. Maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me. Maybe this wasn't really happening. I took a deep breath, grabbed my laptop, and refreshed my mail. My hand flew to cover my mouth when I saw her name on the screen again. As much as I wanted to believe that the email was from Grace, my mind just couldn't make the leap. Maybe this was some kind of joke, but that kind of cruelty didn't seem possible. Plus we guarded our email passwords with our lives, and there was no way anyone was capable of hacking into the school's database. When I reread the words, something deep inside of me-buried beneath all the anger and guilt-woke up. It was as though I'd spent the last year living in a fog of grief and regret, and suddenly the atmosphere had cleared. My room looked the same, but the blue of the walls was more vibrant, the white of my duvet brighter. I had sent Grace hundreds of emails over the past year. Trying to describe how much I missed her, how much my life sucked without her, and how much I needed my best friend back. I kept expecting our school, Pemberly Brown, to delete her account, kept waiting for the moment my emails would bounce back undeliverable. But that moment never came. Was it possible that after all this time, after all those emails, Grace had actually written me back? I'm here... She wa