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Play Dead [Format Kindle]

Harlan Coben
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June 17, 1989

Laura opened the window and felt the gentle tropical breeze refresh her naked body. She closed her eyes as the palm trees' cool wind made her skin tingle. The muscles in her legs still quaked. She turned back toward the bed and smiled at David, the man who had put her legs in this precarious position.

"Good morning, Mr. Baskin."

"Morning?" David repeated. He glanced at the clock on the night table, the day silent except for the crashing of the waves outside the window. "It's well into the afternoon, Mrs. Baskin. We've spent almost the entire day in bed."

"Are you complaining?"

"Certainly not, Mrs. B."

"Then you won't mind a little more exercise."

"What have you got in mind?"

"How about a swim?"

"I'm spent," he said, sprawling back against the pillows. "I couldn't move if the bed was on fire."

Laura smiled seductively. "Good."

David's eyes widened with awe as she slowly strode back toward the bed, remembering the first time he had seen that body, indeed the first time the world had seen that body. It was almost a decade ago and a full eight years before they met. Laura had debuted as a seventeen-year-old cover girl on Cosmopolitan wearing a—Ah, who the hell saw the dress? He had been a junior at the University of Michigan at the time and he could still recall the way the mouths of every member of the basketball team dropped when they saw the issue on a newsstand in Indiana before their Final Four game.

He feigned panic. "Where are you going?"

Her smile grew. "Back to bed."

"Please, no." He held up his hand to ward her off. "You're going to put me in the hospital."

She kept walking.

"Vitamin E," David pleaded. "Please."

She did not stop.

"I'm going to scream rape."

"Scream."

His voice was barely audible. "Help."

"Relax, Baskin. I'm not going to attack you."

His face registered disappointment. "You're not?"

She shook her head, turned, and began to walk away.

"Wait," he called after her. "Where are you going?"

"To the Jacuzzi. I'd invite you to join me but I know how tired you are."

"I feel a second wind coming on."

"Your powers of recuperation are truly incredible."

"Thank you, Mrs. B."

"But you're still out of shape."

"Out of shape?" David repeated. "Playing against the Lakers isn't this exhausting."

"You need to work out."

"I'll try harder, Coach. Really I will. You just tell me what to do."

"To the Jacuzzi," Laura commanded.

She threw a silk robe over her shoulders, partially covering the gorgeous figure that had made her the world's highest-paid fashion model up until her early retirement four years ago at the tender age of twenty-three. David slid out from under the satin sheets. He was tall, a shade under six five, which was on the short side for a pro-basketball player.

Laura eyed his naked physique admiringly. "No wonder they say you've revolutionized the game."

"Meaning?"

"Your ass, White Lightning. Women come to the game just to watch it wiggle downcourt."

"You make me feel so cheap."

David filled the circular tub with hot water and turned on the jet streams. He uncorked a bottle of champagne and lowered his muscular frame into the water. Laura loosened her robe and began to take it off. Talk about paradise. Everything was perfect.

The phone rang.

Laura rolled her eyes. "I'd better get it," she said reluctantly, retying the silk cord and heading back into the bedroom. David leaned back, his legs floating in the water. He felt the warm streams massage his aching body. His muscles were still sore from the rugged play-offs even though they had ended almost a month ago. He smiled. The Celtics had won, so it was a good ache.

"Who was it?" he asked when she came back in.

"Nobody."

"Nobody called us in Australia?"

"It was just the Peterson Group."

"The Peterson Group?" David repeated. "Aren't they the company you've been trying to get to carry the Svengali line in the South Pacific?"

"The same."

"The company that you've been trying like hell to set up a meeting with for the past six months?"

"You got it."

"So?"

"So they want to meet with me today."

"When are you going?"

"I'm not."

"What?"

"I told them I couldn't meet with them while I was on my honeymoon. My husband is very possessive, you know."

David sighed out loud. "If you blow this opportunity, your husband is going to kick your ass. Besides, how are you going to support him in the style to which he's become accustomed if you blow big opportunities?"

Laura's robe fell to the floor, and though he had seen her body so many times since they fell in love two years ago, he still found himself gaping. She joined him in the tub, her eyes closing as she released a long breath. David watched the water surround her breasts. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing that incredible European-exotic face.

"Don't worry," she said, opening her sparkling blue eyes with flakes of silvery gray. She gave him a look that could slice through solid steel. "I promise you'll be well taken care of."

He shook his head. "What happened to that business-first bitch I fell in love with?"

She placed her foot between his legs, probing. "She loves it when you talk dirty."

"But –"

"Forget it, Baskin. I'm not leaving my husband for even a moment."

He groaned. "Look, we have three weeks together. If I spend twenty-four hours a day with you for three weeks, you'll drive me nuts. For my sake, go. Go to the meeting. You're already getting to be a pest."

"Smooth talker. No wonder I fell for you." She leaned forward and massaged his powerful legs. "Did I ever tell you that you have great legs?"

"Frequently. And what's with all the compliments? You trying to give me a swollen head?"

Her foot circled and then rested against him. "Feels to me like I already have."

He looked properly shocked. "That kind of language from last year's businesswoman of the year? I'm stunned, ashamed… and aroused. Mostly aroused."

She moved closer to him, her full, firm bosoms pressing against his chest. "Why don't we do something about that?"

"Only if you promise to meet with the Peterson Group afterward."

Her lips found his ear. "Sometimes I don't understand you," she whispered. "Men are supposed to feel threatened by a woman with a career."

"A very successful career," he corrected proudly. "And if I was one of those men, you would have dumped me long ago."

"Never," she said softly, "but if I do go, how will you keep yourself occupied while I'm gone?"

He cupped her buttocks in his strong hands and lifted her on top of him, his lips inches from her nipple. "I'll shoot some hoops," he said. "Like you said before, I'm out of shape. Do you promise or not?"

She felt his breath on her skin. "Men. They're always using their bodies to get their way."

"Promise?"

His hardness was just below her. She ached for him, her body quivering. She was barely able to nod.

He lowered her onto him. She gasped and then cried out, wrapping her arms around his head. Her body rocked back and forth, her fingers digging into his hair, clutching his face to her breasts.


Laura rose from the bed, gently kissed a sleeping David, and showered. She dried off her long, supple legs and began to get dressed. She wore very little makeup, just light touches around the eyes. Her olive complexion did not need cosmetics to enhance its God-given glow. Laura put on a gray professional suit bearing her Svengali label and buttoned her white blouse.

Laura was full-breasted—not what most would consider huge, but when she first began modeling ten years ago, she was considered almost too large for conventional modeling, except bathing suits and face shots. Her agency wanted her to strap down her chest during runway events, which Laura would not do, comparing it to asking a man to tie his testicles against his inner thigh. But once she appeared on Cosmo, nothing could stop her career. Laura was the face and body you could not see enough, and along with some of her colleagues like Paulina Porizkova and Elle Macpherson, she helped bring cleavage back into style—if indeed it had ever really been out.

David stirred, sat up, looked at his wife of four days. "The transformation is complete."

"Transformation?"

"From nymphomaniac to business barracuda. I feel sorry for this Peterson fellow."

Laura laughed. "I shouldn't be more than an hour or two." She put on her earrings and walked over to kiss David. "Will you miss me?"

"Not even a little."

"Bastard."

David threw back the blankets and stood. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

She glanced over his rugged build, shaking her head. "Incredible," she muttered. "You expect me to leave that body for even a little while?"

"Uh-oh."

"What?"

"Problem in the transformation, Captain. I still sense a few molecules of the nymph hidden under the business facade."

"You sense right."

"Laura?"

"Yes?"

David took her hand. "I love you," he began, his eyes misting over. "You've made me the happiest man in the world."

She hugged him, her eyes closing. "I love you, too, David. I couldn't live without you."

"Grow old with me, Laura, and I promise I'll always make you happy."

"You've got a deal," she said gently, "and you better stick to it."

"Forever," he said.

Laura kissed him then, not realizing that the honeymoon was over.


"G'day, ma'am."

"Good morning," Laura answered the receptionist with a smile. They were staying at the Reef Resort Hotel in Palm's Cove, about twenty miles from Cairns, Australia. The private resort was a quiet slice of Eden, a secluded paradise overlooking the Coral S...

From Publishers Weekly

Terrible secrets lead basketball star David Baskin to fake his death while honeymooning in the tropics in this manipulative but otherwise engaging first novel. His bereaved bride, supermodel Laura Ayars, not sure that David's drowning was accidental, starts sleuthing--which proves dangerous when somebody begins killing people who may have the answers she wants. Meanwhile, David, fitted out with a new identity and appearance, tries out for his original team, the Boston Celtics, and "replaces" himself at his former position. Why he has faked his death is explained in the story's penultimate surprise. But why he risks playing in front of fans who know his style is never addressed. Crucial coincidences abound, such as the love affair of David's brother and Laura's sister--adults who, as kids 30 years before, just happen to have witnessed their parents' worst sins. Coben manufactures tension primarily by keeping key details out of his narrative, a method that eventually wears thin. The resolution comes as a relief, with less of a bang than its buildup promises.
Copyright 1990 Reed Business Information, Inc.

Détails sur le produit

  • Format : Format Kindle
  • Taille du fichier : 1099 KB
  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 527 pages
  • Pagination - ISBN de l'édition imprimée de référence : 1409120481
  • Editeur : Orion (30 juin 2010)
  • Vendu par : Amazon Media EU S.à r.l.
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ASIN: B003VPWY32
  • Synthèse vocale : Activée
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  • Moyenne des commentaires client : 3.1 étoiles sur 5  Voir tous les commentaires (9 commentaires client)
  • Classement des meilleures ventes d'Amazon: n°103.950 dans la Boutique Kindle (Voir le Top 100 dans la Boutique Kindle)
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Né en 1962, Harlan Coben vit dans le New Jersey avec sa femme et leurs quatre enfants. Diplômé en sciences politiques du Amherst College, il a travaillé dans l'industrie du voyage avant de se consacrer à l'écriture.

Depuis ses débuts en 1995, la critique n'a cessé de l'acclamer. Il est notamment le premier auteur à avoir reçu le Edgar Award, le Shamus Award et le Anthony Award, les trois prix majeurs de la littérature à suspense aux États-Unis. Traduits dans une quarantaine de langues, ses romans occupent les têtes de listes de best-sellers dans le monde entier.

Le premier de ses romans traduit en France, Ne le dis à personne (Belfond, 2002) - prix du polar des lectrices de Elle en 2003 - a obtenu d'emblée un énorme succès auprès du public et de la critique. Succès confirmé avec : Disparu à jamais (2003), Une chance de trop(2004), Juste un regard (2005), Innocent (2006), Promets-moi (2007), Dans les bois (2008), Sans un mot (2009), Sans laisser d'adresse (2010) et Sans un adieu (2010), son premier roman écrit à vingt-cinq ans à peine.

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2.0 étoiles sur 5 Nice try, but keep trying! 9 août 2010
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A re-release of a very early book. Unfortunately, it shows, especially in the early chapters set in Australia where Coben's youthful lack of knowledge of Australian culture and vernacular speech make very heavy going of it. In fact, his misuse of the word "mate" and his belief that Queensland has American style sheriffs was almost enough to make me give up on the book, although it does improve later when set in the USA. It is a pity that the publishers chose to conceal Harlan Coben's own warning in the inner pages of the book, rather than tell it as it is on the cover. I can only re-iterate the author's warning - DO NOT read this as your first Harlan Coben novel, it is in no way typical of his later work. In fact, you could choose to give it a complete miss without suffering any great loss.
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Par Rita rose
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Car ce livre est médiocre,avec des grosses ficelles, style complaisant avec héros invraisemblables ( les héros sont beaux riches et intelligents) et les situations très tirées par les cheveux, cela tombe des mains
l'auteur semble d'ailleurs assez gêné et le dit dans son introduction , il s'excuse presque et on a bien l'impression que c'est un coup de l'éditeur qui voulait faire du fric en ressortant des fonds de tiroirs

Harlan Coben, depuis, est devenu un vrai professionnel

j'aurais aimé ne pas me faire piéger, aussi je vous transmets l'info
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1.0 étoiles sur 5 Forget it! 24 avril 2012
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You must be a very keen Harlan Coben's admirer to read this book. I was rather pissed off I had actually paid for it (a second hand book, thanks heaven!). It is the firt one he wrote and fortunately the next ones have greatly improved. When the main character, supposedly dead, goes back to play basketball with his former teammates after undergoing heavy aesthetics surgery, it is really gross! So unrealistic you want to bin it straight away! As for the ease of reading and the characters and the plot, try Lee Child's books for a change: they ARE real gripping thrillers indeed!
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Le meilleur 20 novembre 2013
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En effet, un des meilleurs livre de l'auteur ! Ok, quelques détails sont bizarres, peu probables, mais suspense jusqu'à la fin.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Un roman de jeunesse 7 juillet 2013
Par lenaig
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Je suis fan de Coben, j'ai bien aimé ce roman, mais contrairement aux suivants, il y a quelques longueurs, on finit par deviner l'auteur des crimes.
Mais ça reste un bon divertissement, et le lire en vo, un bon exercice !
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