Lost Souls (New Orleans Series #5)

Lost Souls (New Orleans Series #5)

by Lisa Jackson

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#1 New York Times bestselling author Lisa Jackson’s bestselling Bentz & Montoya series is back with this chilling story of true crime come to life as Rick Bentz’s daughter gets too close to an investigation that might cost her own life…

"Solidifies Jackson's status as the queen of the modern-day suspense thriller."
The Providence Journal

Kristi Bentz wants to write true crime. All she needs is that one case that will take her to the top. She finds it when she enrolls at All Saints College after learning that four girls have disappeared in less than two years.

"Expect the unexpected."
The Clarion Ledger

All four girls were "lost souls"--troubled, vulnerable girls with no one to care about them, no one to come looking for them if they disappeared. The only person that believes Kristi is her ex-lover, Jay McKnight, a professor on campus. The police think they're runaways, but Kristi senses there's something that links them--something terrifying. . .

"Jackson creates relentless suspense. . .builds the tension to an unbearable and satisfying pitch." 

As Kristi gets deeper into her investigation, she gets the feeling she's being watched and followed--studied, even. Then the bodies start turning up, and Kristi realizes she is playing a game with a killer who has selected her for membership in a special club from which there will be no escaping death. . .

"Dark and disturbing."
The Roanoke Times

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780821779385
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 03/01/2009
Series: New Orleans Series , #5
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 480
Sales rank: 128,382
Product dimensions: 4.24(w) x 6.84(h) x 1.38(d)

About the Author

LISA JACKSON is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of over ninety-five novels, including You Will Pay, After She’s Gone, Deserves to Die, You Don’t Want to Know, Running Scared, and Shiver. She is also the co-author of the Colony Series, written with her sister and bestselling author Nancy Bush, as well as the collaborative novels Sinister and Ominous, written with Nancy Bush and Rosalind Noonan. There are over thirty million copies of her novels in print and her writing has been translated into nineteen languages. She lives with her family and three rambunctious dogs in the Pacific Northwest. Readers can visit her website at www.lisajackson.com and find her on Facebook.

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Lost Souls

By Lisa Jackson


Copyright © 2009 Susan Lisa Jackson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4201-0955-9


So far, so good, Kristi Bentz thought as she tossed her favorite pillow into the backseat of her ten-year-old Honda, a car that was new to her but had nearly eighty thousand miles on the odometer. With a thump, the pillow landed atop her backpack, books, lamp, iPod, and other essentials she was taking with her to Baton Rouge. Her father was watching her move out of the house they all shared, a small cabin that really belonged to her stepmother. All the while he was glaring at her, Rick Bentz's face was a mask of frustration.

So what else was new?

At least, thank God, her father was still among the living.

She hazarded a quick glimpse in his direction.

His color was good, even robust, his cheeks red from the wind soughing through the cypress and pine trees, a few drops of rain slickening his dark hair. Sure, there were a few strands of gray, and he'd probably put on five or ten pounds in the last year, but at least he appeared healthy and hale, his shoulders straight, his eyes clear.

Thank God.

Because sometimes, it just wasn't so. At least not to Kristi. Ever since waking up from a coma over a year and a half earlier, she'd experienced visions of him, horrifying images that, when she looked at him, showed he was a ghost of himself, his color gray, his eyes two dark, impenetrable holes, his touch cold and clammy. And she'd had many nightmares of a dark night, the sizzle of lightning ripping through a black sky, an echoing split of a tree as it was struck, then her father lying dead in a pool of his own blood.

Unfortunately, the visions haunted more than her dreams. During daylight hours, she would see the color leach from his skin, witness his body turning pale and gray. She knew he was going to die. And die soon. She'd seen his death often enough in her recurring nightmare. Had spent the last year and a half certain he would meet the bloody and horrifying end she'd witnessed in her dreams.

These past eighteen months she'd been worried sick for him as she'd recovered from her own injuries, but today, on this day after Christmas, Rick Bentz was the picture of health. And he was pissed.

Reluctantly he'd helped lug her suitcases out to the car while the wind chased through this part of the bayou, rattling branches, kicking up leaves, and carrying the scent of rain and swamp water. She'd parked her hatchback in the puddle-strewn driveway of the little cottage home Rick shared with his second wife.

Olivia Benchet Bentz was good for Rick. No doubt about it. But she and Kristi didn't really get along. And while Kristi loaded the car amidst her father's disapproval, Olivia stood in the doorway twenty feet away, her smooth brow wrinkled in concern, her big eyes dark with worry, though she said nothing.


One thing about her, Olivia knew better than to get between father and daughter. She was smart enough not to add her unwanted two cents into any conversation. Yet, this time, she didn't step back into the house.

"I just don't think this is the best idea," her father said ... for what? The two-thousandth time since Kristi had dropped the bomb that she'd registered for winter classes at All Saints College in Baton Rouge? It wasn't like this was a major surprise. She'd told him about her decision in September. "You could stay with us and —"

"I heard you the first time and the second, and the seventeenth and the three hundred and forty-second and —"

"Enough!" He held up a hand, palm out.

She snapped her mouth closed. Why was it they were always at each other? Even with everything they'd been through? Even though they'd almost lost each other several times?

"What part of 'I'm moving out and going back to school away from New Orleans' don't you get, Dad? You're wrong, I can't stay here. I just ... can't. I'm way too old to be living with my dad. I need my own life." How could she explain that looking at him day to day, seeing him healthy one minute, then gray and dying the next, was impossible to take? She'd been convinced he was going to die and had stayed with him as she'd recovered from her own injuries, but watching the color drain from his face killed her and half convinced her that she was crazy. For the love of God, staying here would only make things worse. The good news: she hadn't seen the image for a while, over a month now, so maybe she'd read the signals wrong. Regardless, it was time to get on with her own life.

She reached into her bag for her keys. No reason to argue any further.

"Okay, okay, you're going. I get it." He scowled as clouds scudded low across the sky, blotting out any chance of sunlight.

"You get it? Really? After I told you, what? Like a million times?" Kristi mocked, but flashed him a smile. "See, you are a razor-sharp investigator. Just like all the papers say: local hero, Detective Rick Bentz."

"The papers don't know crap."

"Another shrewd observation by the New Orleans Police Department's ace detective."

"Cut it out," he muttered, but one side of his hard-carved mouth twitched into what might be construed as the barest of smiles. Shoving one hand through his hair, he glanced back at the house to Olivia, the woman who had become his rock. "Jesus, Kristi," he said. "You're a piece of work."

"It's genetic." She found the keys.

His eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened.

They both knew what he was thinking, but neither mentioned the fact that he wasn't her biological father. "You don't have to run away."

"I'm not running 'away.' Not from anything. But I am running to something. It's called the rest of my life."

"You could —"

"Look, Dad, I don't want to hear it," Kristi interrupted as she tossed her purse onto the passenger seat next to three bags of books, DVDs, and CDs. "You've known I was going back to school for months, so there's no reason for a big scene now. It's over. I'm an adult and I'm going to Baton Rouge, to my old alma mater, All Saints College. It's not at the ends of the earth. We're less than a couple of hours away."

"It's not the distance."

"I need to do this." She glanced toward Olivia, whose wild blond hair was backlit by the colored lights from the Christmas tree, the small cottage seeming warm and cozy in the coming storm. But it wasn't Kristi's home. It never had been. Olivia was her stepmother and though they got along, there still wasn't a tight family bond between them. Maybe there never would be. This was her father's life now and it really didn't have much to do with her.

"There's been trouble up there. Some coeds missing."

"You've already been checking?" she demanded, incensed.

"I just read about some missing girls."

"You mean runaways?"

"I mean missing."

"Don't worry!" she snapped. She, too, had heard that a few girls had disappeared unexpectedly from the campus, though no foul play had been established. "Girls leave college and their parents all the time."

"Do they?" he asked.

A blast of cold wind cut across the bayou, pushing around a few wet leaves and cutting through Kristi's hooded sweatshirt. The rain had stopped for the moment, but the sky was gray and overcast, puddles scattered across the cracked concrete.

"It's not that I don't think you should go back to school," Bentz said, leaning one hip against the wheel well of her Honda and, today, looking the picture of health — his skin ruddy, his hair dark with only a few glints of gray. "But this whole idea of being a crime writer?"

She held up a hand, then adjusted some of the items in the back of the car, mashing them down so that she would be able to see out her rearview mirror. "I know where you stand. You don't want me to write about any of the cases you worked on. Don't worry. I won't tread on any hallowed ground."

"That's not it and you know it," he said. A bit of anger flashed in his deep-set eyes.

Fine. Let him be mad. She was irritated as well. In the last few weeks they'd really gotten on each other's nerves.

"I'm worried about your safety."

"Well, don't be, okay?"

"Cut the attitude. It's not like you haven't already been a target." He met her eyes, and she knew he was reliving every terrifying second of her kidnapping and attack.

"I'm fine." She softened a bit. Though he was a pain in the ass often enough, he was a good guy. She knew it. He was just worried about her. As always. But she didn't need it.

With an effort she tamped down her impatience, as Hairy S., her stepmother's scrap of a mutt, streaked out the front door and chased a squirrel into a pine tree. In a flash of red and gray, the squirrel scrambled up the pine's rough bole to perch high upon a branch that shook as the squirrel peered down, taunting and scolding the frustrated terrier mix. Hairy S. dug at the trunk with his paws as he whined and circled the tree.

"Shh ... you'll get him next time," Kristi said, scooping up the mutt. Wet paws scrabbled across her sweatshirt and she received a wet swipe of Hairy's tongue over her cheek. "I'll miss you," she told the dog, who was wriggling to get back to the ground and his rodent chasing. She placed him on the grass, wincing a little from some lingering pain in her neck.

"Hairy! Come here!" Olivia ordered from the porch, but the intent dog ignored her.

Bentz said, "You're not completely healed."

Kristi sighed loudly. "Look, Dad, all my varied and specialized docs said I was fine. Better than ever, right? Funny what a little time in a hospital, some physical therapy, a few sessions with a shrink, and then nearly a year of intense personal training can do."

He snorted. As if to add credence to his worry, a crow flapped its way toward them to land upon the bare branches of a magnolia tree. It let out a lonely, mocking caw.

"You were pretty freaked when you woke up in the hospital," he reminded her.

"That's ancient history, for God's sake." And it was true. Since her stay in ICU, the whole world had changed. Hurricane Katrina had ripped apart New Orleans, then torn through the entire Gulf Coast. The devastation, despair, and destruction lingered. Though Katrina had raged across the Gulf over a year earlier, the aftermath of Katrina's fury was evidenced everywhere and would be for years, probably decades. There was talk that New Orleans might never be the same. Kristi didn't want to think about that.

Her father, of course, was overworked. Okay, she got that. The entire police force had been stretched to the breaking point, as had the city itself and the beleaguered and scattered citizens, some of whom had been sent to far points across the country and just weren't returning. Who could blame them, with the hospitals, city services, and transportation a mess? Sure there was revitalization, but it was uneven and slow to come. Luckily the French Quarter, which had survived virtually unscathed, was still so uniquely Old New Orleans that tourists were again venturing into that part of the city.

Kristi had spent the past six months volunteering at one of the local hospitals, helping her father at the station, spending weekends in city cleanup, but now, she figured — and her shrink insisted — that she needed to get on with her life. Slowly, but surely, New Orleans was returning. And it was time for her to start thinking about the rest of her own life and what she wanted to do.

Detective Bentz, as usual, disagreed. After the hurricane Rick Bentz had fallen back into his overly protective parental role in a big way. Kristi was way over it. It wasn't as if she was a child, or even a teenager any longer. She was an adult, for crying out loud!

She slammed the back of her hatchback shut. It didn't catch, so she readjusted her favorite pillow, reading lamp, and the hand-pieced quilt her great-aunt had left her, then tried again. This time the latch clicked into place. "I gotta go." She checked her watch. "I told the landlady that I'd take possession today. I'll call when I get there and give you a complete report. Love ya."

He seemed about to argue, then said gruffly, "Me, too, kiddo."

She hugged him, felt the crush of his embrace, and was surprised to find she was fighting sudden tears as she pulled away from him. How ridiculous! She blew Olivia a kiss, then climbed behind the wheel. With a snap of her wrist the little car's engine sparked to life and Kristi, her throat thick, backed out of the long, narrow driveway through the trees.

At the country road, she reversed onto the wet pavement. She caught another glimpse of her father, arm raised as he waved good-bye. Letting out a long breath, she felt suddenly free. She was finally leaving. At long last, on her own again. But as she rammed her car into drive, the sky darkened, and in the side view mirror she captured a glimpse of Rick Bentz's image.

Once more all the color had drained from him and he appeared a ghost, in tones of black, white, and gray. Her breath caught. She could run as far away as possible, but she'd never escape the specter of her father's death.

In her heart she knew.

It was certain.

And, it would be soon.

Listening to an old Johnny Cash ballad, Jay McKnight stared through the windshield of his pickup as the wipers slapped the drizzling rain from the glass. Cruising at fifty-five miles an hour through the storm with his half-blind hound dog seated in the passenger seat, he wondered if he was losing his mind.

Why else would he agree to take over a night class for a friend of a friend who was on sabbatical? What did he owe Dr. Althea Monroe? Nothing. He'd barely met the woman.

Maybe you're doing it for your sanity. You damned sure needed a change. And anyway, how bad could one term of teaching eager young minds about forensics and criminology be?

Shifting down, he guided his truck off the main drag and angled along the familiar side streets, where rain fell through the naked branches of the trees and the streetlights were just beginning to glow. Water hissed beneath his tires and few pedestrians braved the storm. Jay had cracked the window and Bruno, a pitbull-lab-bloodhound mix, kept his big nose pressed to that thin sliver of fresh air.

Cash's voice reverberated through the Toyota's cab as Jay slowed for the city limits of Baton Rouge.

"My momma told me, son ..."

Jay angled his Toyota onto the crumbling driveway of the house on the outskirts of Baton Rouge, a tiny two-bedroom bungalow that had belonged to his aunt.

"... don't ever play with guns...."

He clicked off the radio and cut the engine. The cottage was now in the process of being sold by his ever-battling cousins, Janice and Leah, as part of Aunt Colleen's estate. The sisters, who rarely saw eye-to-eye on anything, had agreed to let him stay at the property while it was being marketed, as long as he did some minor repairs that Janice's do-nothing wanna-be rock star husband couldn't get around to making.

Frowning, Jay grabbed his duffel bag and notebook computer as he hopped to the ground. He let the dog outside, waited as Bruno sniffed, then lifted his leg on one of the live oaks in the front yard, before locking the Toyota. Turning his collar against the rain, he hurried up the weed-strewn brick path to the front porch, where a light glowed against the coming night. The dog was right on his heels, as he had been for the six years that Jay had owned him, the only pup in a litter of six who hadn't been adopted. His brother had owned the bitch, a purebred bloodhound who, after going into heat, hadn't waited for the purebred of choice. She'd dug out of her kennel and taken up with the friendly mutt a quarter of a mile away whose owner hadn't seen fit to have him neutered. The result was a litter of pups not worth a whole helluva lot, but who'd turned out to be pretty damned good dogs.

Especially Bruno of the keen nose and bad eyes. Jay bent down, petted his dog, and was rewarded with a friendly head butt against his hand. "Come on, let's go look at the damage."

"Folsom Prison Blues" replayed through his mind as he unlocked the door and shouldered it open.

The house smelled musty. Unused. The air inside dead. He cracked two windows despite the rain. He'd spent the last three weekends here, repainting the bedrooms, regrouting tile in the kitchen and single bath, and scraping off what appeared to be years of dirt on the back porch where an ancient washing machine had become the home to a nest of hornets. The rusted washer along with its legion of dead wasps was now gone, terra cotta pots of trailing plants in its stead on the newly painted floorboards.


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Q: You've been writing a lot of your latest novels in pairs. For instance, DEEP FREEZE & FATAL BURN, SHIVER & ABSOLUTE FEAR. How do you connect your "paired" stories?
LJ: Usually I write the first story with the second in mind and though the first story is complete at the end of the novel, there is generally one dangling question that leads into the next story, kind of a teaser. Not all my books are linked but for those that are I like to leave a bit of a cliffhanger -- you know, the old "Who Shot JR" type of ending so that readers will be enticed to read the next book, though the story they've just finished is over.

Q: Your newest hardcover, LOST SOULS, April 2008, takes place on a college campus in Baton Rouge. The main character is Kristi Bentz whom your readers have watched grow up over the years as she's the daughter of Detective Rick Bentz of the New Orleans Police Department. What's Kristi doing at All Saints College?
LJ: Kristi Bentz, always a little on the edge and at odds with her father, is at a crossroads in her life. She's dealing with this paranormal thing where she sees people lose color and then, within weeks die. Worse yet, she's had glimpses of this with her own father, but she can confide in no one. In LOST SOULS, Kristi's in a dead-end job, her love life is nonexistent, her father has remarried and she feels it's time to "do something" with her life. What she'd love to do is be a true crime writer, an occupation that scares her father to death. So she heads up to All Saints College where a few coeds are already missing. Kristi soon finds herself embroiled in a mystery involving some of the hunky professors on the campus,a cult of vampire worshipers, and her long-lost boyfriend whom she dumped years ago. Now Jay McKnight is a part-time professor of forensics and the last person he wants to see is Kristi Bentz who just happens to be one of his students.

Q: Are you planning LOST SOULS as a companion book with another story?
LJ: I am writing another story involving Rick Bentz and the ghost of his first wife, though I'm not sure I would call it a companion story. The end of LOST SOULS does lead into the next book, but I didn't use the same process as I did in writing DEEP FREEZE and FATAL BURN.

Q: What is the concept of your next hardcover after LOST SOULS? Will we see any of the familiar characters from the New Orleans area?
LJ: As I said Rick Bentz thinks he sees the ghost of his dead wife Jennifer---or is she a real woman? Is Jennifer alive? Is there a chance she didn't really die in that single car accident so many years ago? He's also having some issues in his marriage. As to other familiar characters, not only do we see Bentz, his current wife Olivia, and of course, Montoya, but the plot moves from New Orleans to L.A. and the LAPD where Rick is persona non-grata and of course Jennifer. Or her ghost. It's a fun book. I'm working on it now. It will be published in April 2009.

Q: You also have a new series starting this August. The first book is an original paperback, LEFT TO DIE. Where does it take place and who are the main characters?
LJ: LEFT TO DIE has two new characters whom I'm loving as I write about them. The book is set in the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana. The town, Grizzly Falls, as well as Pinewood County, are fictitious and those two primary characters are detectives for the Pinewood County Sheriff's Department. Both women, the lead detectives, are as different as night to day. Yin and Yang. First we have much-married and single mother Regan Pescoli who can't help her addition to Mr. Wrongs, while trying to fit fifty hours into a twenty-four hour day. She's a real work in progress. Pescoli's partner is determinedly single and cautious Selena Alvarez. Alvarez does everything by the book and plays her cards close to her vest. Pescoli bends all the rules and doesn't care who doesn't like it. They're a great team and never, ever dull.

Q: When will the next "To Die" Series book come out and does it have a title yet?
LJ: CHOSEN TO DIE would be the follow-up to LEFT TO DIE (August 2008). Both of these books are original paperbacks. Currently CHOSEN TO DIE scheduled for August of 2009, but isn't yet written. I know it will be "Pescoli's Book" and that it ties into LEFT TO DIE tightly, but other than that, I'm not giving anything away. I know that it might be confusing for my readers to keep track of which characters are in what book and which books tie together, so I've noted the books that are part of a series on my website: www.lisajackson.com and put up excerpts of current and upcoming books.

Q: When ALMOST DEAD came out in August 2007, you revisited the wealthy and eccentric Cahill family of San Francisco ten years after they were introduced in IF SHE ONLY KNEW. ALMOST DEAD was a fun, wild ride! Can we expect to see more Cahills in the future?
LJ: I can only hope so. Actually my editor, John Scognamiglio, who was instrumental in the plot line for ALMOST DEAD, has an idea up his sleeve for another Cahill story. We haven't discussed it yet, but both he and I would love to go back to San Francisco (a city I LOVE) for another turn with the whacked-out Cahills and Detective Anthony Paterno.

Q: You've been asked how you get inside the killer(s) heads for your stories. It must be from a very vivid imagination.
LJ: I do have a pretty fertile imagination and I think for a character to be believable or three-dimensional, it's imperative the author understand what makes that character, especially the villain, tick. Sometimes it takes a few chapters for me to really understand the killer in my books but when he or she clicks with me, I know it. I can "feel" it. (Does that sound weird?) Once that creepy sensation of knowing the villain inside and out, I can go back to write the previous scenes with the killer to make him/her more believable and interesting.

Q: Next year, you're coming out with a new thriller written with your sister, Nancy Bush, who's also a published author. It's a collaboration, so. . .was it easy writing with a sibling?
LJ: My sister and I have been working together for twenty-five years and though we've never actually written a single novel together, now we get the chance and, I think, it's going pretty well. I love the story, with its bit of paranormal creepiness. No, we haven't killed each other in the writing, not even torn our hair out or thrown a punch. Since she and I usually edit and plot together (and we're no longer teenagers fighting for the phone) writing the collaboration, which will be released in February 2009, has been a blast.

Q: What are you reading right now? Do you read different stories when you're writing than when you're just reading for pleasure?
LJ: I've got a million books on my bedside table---well, okay maybe not a million--and I'm currently reading a few: The Memory Keeper's Daughter and Water for Elephants. I don't read a lot of romantic suspense -- as I get a healthy dose from writing it! -- but I do read a lot of true crime novels and nonfiction for research. When I'm reading for pleasure, my taste is pretty eclectic. I love Harlan Coban and Michael Connelly. Two of my favorite books that I read last year are Marley and Me and The Kite Runner.

Q: What's the one thing you want a reader to take with them from your books. . .besides a need to keep the bedside light on?
LJ: I would like my readers to know that I write the kind of creepy book with a love story, the kind of book I like to read. I would also hope my readers realize the books are totally and purely fiction. There are no "real people" lurking in my characters. They are all just made up stories that I hope my readers enjoy for years to come.

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Maria_of_amor More than 1 year ago
For me, this wasn't her best work. I liked part of it, but other parts seem to really drag or seemed repetitive. There were points where the suspense could have led to more to progress the story line, but fell short. I won't give examples, for fear of spoiling the book for others. The focus of this book is on vampires, or I should say the culture of those interested in vampires. It is all based in reality, the evil in this book is man made. I enjoyed the book, I just think that it doesn't measure up to some of Jackson's previous work.
ddianecam1 More than 1 year ago
If you like suspense thrillers and love Lisa Jackson, you won't be able to put this one down. I couldn't wait to finish so I could get the next book in the NEW ORLEANS SERIES; Highly recommended.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Lost Souls by Lisa Jackson opens with gripping details of a ritual sacrifice. You can almost smell the fear of Rylee as she lies paralyzed but able to see, hear, and feel her terrifying ordeal. Four girls were missing from All Saints College, Baton Rouge, LA. The four girls had several things in common, including their emotional neediness and signing up for the same English class--The Influence of Vampyrism in Modern Culture and Literature. There is a strong cult influence at the campus. The allure of Vampirism was addictive to more and more students. Kristie Bentz returns to college, majoring in English. Her goal is to write true crime novels. She was almost obsessed with crime. Twice she had almost died at the hands of a serial killer. Her father Rick Bentz, a New Orleans Detective, begged her not to leave home. He knew about the missing girls and feared for her life. She and former boyfriend-turned-professor became embroiled in the investigation. What they discovered put their lives in danger. Lisa Jackson is well known for her psychopath killers. Lost Souls will not disappoint fans and will bring in new readers. This book is set in post-Katrina Louisiana Jackson captures the essence of the wounded area. The plot is forceful and includes unexpected twists and turns. Jackson captures the reader¿s attention from the first chapter and does not let go until the end of the book. I have to admit that I do not normally read or like vampire books. Fortunately, Jackson uses a very human protagonist and stays away from the supernatural. The ¿lost souls¿ draws the reader¿s sympathy. The lead characters are well-developed and have distinct voices. The protagonist is pure evil,making him perfect for this genre of book. Fans of Lisa Jackson will enjoy her latest once again, she delivers chills and thrills.
BethK58 More than 1 year ago
I'm a big fan of Lisa Jackson and I absolutely love the New Orleans Series but feel this book had a little too much back tracking to the previous books. I found myself skipping over several pages at a time that were just repetitive descriptions. I think maybe a brief summary of who's who in the beginning would be helpful for those who feel the need to re-acquaint themselves with the characters.
Lucidreader More than 1 year ago
I liked Lost Souls by Lisa Jackson. I usually don't like anything "vampire" themed, but this one was a little different. It's characters were likeable (except the bad guys), and the story was entertaining. I have read many of Lisa Jackson's books and like them.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
First of all Lisa Jackson is just a wonderful writer. Lost Souls kept me engaged from start to finish. I highly recommend Lost Souls if you enjoy suspens and mystery. Love her books
DivineDeeva More than 1 year ago
This book dragged a bit, but was nonetheless a great book! It had a wonderful storyline, and kept me in suspense the entire duration. I would definitely recommend and I will be reading more of her books!
Msmustang96 More than 1 year ago
I am not a fan of the Vampire books. I did not realize how much this was of the plot. I prefer other books by this author.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was great. It had the twists and turns that Lisa does so well. The book had plenty of suspects that you are SURE did it but you're wrong. What a treat it was to read this. The only thing is I haven't read that she plans on coming back to Detective Rick Bentz as there are some unfinished issues at the end.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Just finished reading this last night, as usual ,Lisa does it again, a very good book. I had one of the (vampires) picked out but wasn't the killer like I thought he was. I liked the romance between Kristi and Jay. I was getting upset at the end because of Kristy's dad Rick, but all ended well. Not quite sure about the vampire thing, but it still was a good book. I have everyone of her book except 2, I guess I just haven't found those yet.
Liviania on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
As a thriller this book serves its purpose. The killer might not be a unique spin on the serial killer archetype, but the Four girls have gone missing at All Saints College, but none of their bodies have been found so the police can't call foul play. So instead we get Kristi Benz, two-time almost-victim and wannabe true crime writer, playing detective. I'm sorry to say this, but Kristi is TSTL (too stupid to live). Seriously, her motive for getting near a serial killer, even though she knows the danger, is so she can write about it. Doesn't she know the best true crime novel, IN COLD BLOOD, was written after the killers were behind bars? While Kristi's motive may be dumb, it's straightforward. Unfortunately, Vlad's interest in Kristi is inexplicable. He seems to have a history with her, but she certainly doesn't recognize him. (Perhaps I'm missing something from an earlier book - I've never read any of Jackson's work before.) Also, his victims are all "lost souls," girls without close friends or family. Serial killers tend to be picky. So why would Vlad be interested in a woman with a loving father (who happens to be a famous detective) and a close boyfriend? I cannot condemn the book though. Even with my dislike of the protagonist, Jackson kept me turning the pages. LOST SOULS is a serviceable thriller, but it could be much better.
caroren on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One of her best! A great audio! Twenty-seven-year-old Kristi Bentz is lucky to be alive. Not many people her age have nearly died twice at the hands of a serial killer, and lived to tell about it. Her dad, New Orleans detective, Rick Bentz, wants Kristi to stay in New Orleans and out of danger. But if anything, Kristi's experiences have made her even more fascinated by the mind of the serial killer. She hasn't given up her dream of being a true-crime writer--of exploring the darkest recesses of evil--and now she just may get her chance. Four girls have disappeared at All Saints College in less than two years. All four were "lost souls"--troubled, vulnerable girls with no one to care about them, no one to come looking if they disappeared. The police think they're runaways, but Kristi senses there's something that links them, something terrifying. She decides to enroll, following their same steps. All Saints has changed a lot since Kristi was an undergraduate. The stodgy Catholic college has lured edgy new professors to its campus and gained a reputation for envelope-pushing, with classes like the very popular "The Influence of Vampirism in Modern Culture and Literature," and elaborately staged morality plays that feel more like the titillating entertainment of some underground club than religious spectacles. And there are whispers of a dark cult on campus whose members wear vials of blood around their necks and meet in secret chambers--rituals to which only the elite have access. To find the truth, Kristi will need to become part of the cult's inner circle, to learn their secrets, and play the part of lost soul without losing herself in the process. It's a dangerous path, and Kristi is skating on its knife-thin edge. The deeper she goes, the more Kristi begins to wonder if she is the hunter or the prey. She's certain she's being watched and followed--studied, even--as yet another girl disappears, and another. And when the bodies finally begin to surface--in ways that bring fear to the campus and terror to the hearts of even hardened cops like Detective Bentz and his partner Reuben Montoya--Kristi realizes with chilling clarity that she has underestimated her foe. She is playing a game with a killer more cunning and bloodthirsty than anyone can imagine, one who has personally selected her for membership in a cult of death from which there will be no escape.
joyfiction on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A lovely suspense story. Read the book in one night. It was fun to read and I would read it again.
kraaivrouw on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A pretty decent romantic thriller - not my favorite book, but entertaining mind candy. Admittedly, the thought of our heroine now targeted three times by serial killers strains credulity, but it doesn't do so any more than Patricia Cornwell's books where Kay Scarpetta and team are constantly being beaten, burned, or otherwise mutilated by same. If you're willing to go along with Scarpetta then this shouldn't be a problem. My only other quibble is with location. This is labeled as part of the author's New Orleans series, but it takes place in Baton Rouge - definitely not New Orleans. Aside from the fact that they are about 80 miles (or an hour and a half or so) apart, they are also very different in feel and in culture - among other things Baton Rouge didn't really start growing until 1910 so it's a much younger city.All told, though, this was a decent read in the category of what I like to call grocery store books. These are the cheap paperbacks that they sell with the magazines at your local grocery store. You buy them because you want something trashy and entertaining to read - the literary equivalent of sour cream and onion potato chips.
DKFan More than 1 year ago
A continuation of the Rick Bentz series, searching for serial killers but now with vampires! I do have to say I am soooooo tired of poor, put-upon, spoiled brat Kristi Bentz! She is no longer a child but a 28 or so year old woman who still acts like a spoiled, put-upon child! Geez, make her mature up already! I'm tired of her attitude toward anyone and everyone but herself, especially toward anyone who expresses concern for her!!
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This book was the best in the series so far. As book #5 in a series of 7 it was about blood..evil and vampires! Definitely a page Turner!
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Wow awesome i think Lisa Jackson out did herself with this one. This is #5 in this sears and it just keeps getting better and better each book tops the last one. One Awesome Book. One Awesome Sears. Tip ( if you plan to read this i would start with tje first book.in this srsrs each book kinda starts from the last and if you pick this one up.you will want to go back 4 books so read them in order you won't be dispointed.
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I did not like it.All her other books were great.
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