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" Une ballade époustouflante par une voix que vous n'oublierez jamais. " David Joy
À 8 ans, Harley McKenna a assisté à la mort violente de sa mère. Au même âge, elle a vu son père, Duke, tuer un homme. Rien de très étonnant de la part de ce baron de la drogue, connu dans tout le nord de la Californie pour sa brutalité, qui élève sa fille pour qu'elle lui succède. Mais le jour où Harley est en passe de reprendre les rênes de l'empire familial, elle décide de faire les choses à sa manière, même si cela signifie quitter le chemin tracé par son père.
Depuis Winter's Bone, on n'avait pas croisé d'héroïne aussi fascinante, émouvante, inoubliable qu'Harley McKenna. Ce roman magnifique signe la naissance d'une auteure au talent fou.
550 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 6, 2018



"I am who I am... That won't change. But it means Harley's a target. So I'm raising her up to be the kind of woman who doesn't just survive - she will be the kind of woman who can rule what I've built for her. A woman no man can hurt......"
After her father has done his worst, he asks Harley:
"What's the lesson here, Harley Jean?"...
... I've learned the lesson. It's not the one that Daddy meant to teach, but it's the one that's branded on my heart, just like that M is branded on Uncle Jake.
The price of loving me is pain.




Mo knows every story, every detail, every bruise and broken bone on every woman’s who’s ever lived here’s body. Sometimes I think I understand, and then something happens, like today, and I realize I’ve just scraped the surface. Of the evil in the world. Of the good. Of the strength in every woman.
My childhood wasn’t bikes and swim parties, it was full metal jackets and other men’s blood crusted beneath Duke’s fingernails.
I drag the knife up his chest to his throat. "Now here..." I tap the blade against his neck. His Adam's apple bobs frantically as his breath stutters in the back of his throat. "Here's the sweet spot. Fast, efficient. You drown in your own blood for a little while, but it doesn't hurt as much as, say, getting gutted." I smile at him, my sweet smile, like I'm handling him some lemonade at Youth Group. "So which one is it gonna be, Tripp?"
"Sometimes you've got to save people from themselves. Even if they don't want it or know it."
“Daddy handles me differently because I’m a girl. He’d never admit it, but as proud as he is, he underestimates me. Mo says he can’t help it. That it’s the way fathers are. Sometimes I think it’s just the way men are. It used to annoy me. But then I realized it was a weakness. And I’ve been taught to exploit weaknesses.”