In this gripping debut novel, high school senior Zephyr Doyle is swept off her feet—and into an intense and volatile relationship—by the new boy in school. His obsession. Her fall. Zephyr Doyle is focused. Focused on leading her team to the field hockey state championship and leaving her small town for her dream school, Boston College. But love has a way of changing things. Enter the new boy in school: the hockey team’s starting goaltender, Alec. He’s cute, charming, and most important, Alec doesn’t judge Zephyr. He understands her fears and insecurities—he even shares them. Soon, their relationship becomes something bigger than Zephyr, something she can’t control, something she doesn’t want to control. Zephyr swears it must be love. Because love is powerful, and overwhelming, and…terrifying? But love shouldn’t make you abandon your dreams, or push your friends away. And love shouldn’t make you feel guilty—or worse, ashamed. So when Zephyr finally begins to see Alec for who he really is, she knows it’s time to take back control of her life. If she waits any longer, it may be too late. Amazon: Top 20 YA Books of2016 Bustle: 18 Of The Best YA Books Of March 2016 YALSA 2017 Quick Pick for Reluctant Readers CYBILS 2016 Nominee Bustle: 18 Of The Best YA Books Of March 2016 Goodreads: Best Book of the Month Paste Magazine: The Best YA Reads of 2016 Paste Magazine: 10 Best New Young Adult Books of March 2016 Justine Magazine's "Do Not Miss Books You'll Want To Share" ★ " An invaluable addition to any collection." School Library Journal (*starred review*) "(T)he novel's well-drawn charactersadd dimension to its taut atmosphere. The result isn't a cautionary tale somuch as a heart-pounding portrait of what it takes to escape from an abusiverelationship ." ~Booklist "Reading the entire book in onesitting, in the wee hours of the night, I can only say WOW . I SALUTEYOU, SHANNON PARKER!" ~The Guardian "S.M. Parker's The Girl Who Fellisn't just an entertaining contemporary YA novel. This gripping story ofmanipulation and abuse marks the first great book of March, and it's a shoo-infor one of the best reads this year ." ~BookRiot "This debut novel will appeal tofans of Alex Finn's Breathing Underwater (HarperCollins, 2001/VOYA June 2001)and other novels that explore abusive relationships. . . . Readers willidentify with the strong female characters and the conflict Zephyr feels asher romance descends into something more sinister ." ~VOYA " Parker writes confidently andelegantly (.)"~Publishers Weekly "Cinematic and compelling, Parker'sTHE GIRL WHO FELL is terrifyingly vivid and breathless . This is anaction-packed story that is impossible to put down or forget." Carrie Jones,New York Times and International Bestselling Author of the NEED series. "THE GIRL WHO FELL grabbed me in thevery first paragraph and never let me go. An honest, raw, thought-provokingstory that tackles a heartbreaking issue with grace and strength .Absolutely beautiful." ~Marci Lyn Curtis, author of THE ONE THING. "THE GIRL WHO FELL is an importantstory. It explores what it means to lose yourself for love, and the dangerousline between devotion and manipulation. Parker's writing is gripping, andwill have you turning pages late into the night ." ~Ingrid Sundberg, authorof ALL WE LEFT BEHIND. S.M. Parker lives on the coast of Maine with her husband and sons. She works as a literacy advocate and holds degrees from three New England universities. She can usually be found rescuing dogs, chickens, old houses, and wooden boats. She has a weakness for chocolate chip cookies and ridiculous laughter—ideally at the same time. The Girl Who Fell was her first novel. Find her at ShannonMParker.com. The End   I pick up the landline, dial Mom’s cell. It takes too long to connect. There is only the static silence of a dead line, and that’s when I know I’m not alone. I drop the phone onto its cradle and eye the door, my car keys on the floor in my path. In seconds I calculate how my body will need to scoop the keys as I run from the house. I move just as a metallic snap echoes from under the house. The breaker. In the basement. Someone has thrown the main switch, pitching me and this house and my escape into blackness. Fear roils in my blood. Becomes me. I kick around for my keys but with each sweep, I am losing time. I reach for the island, my eyes adjusting, carving light into the shadows. The smell of spearmint bleeds through the air, through my memory, as my senses conjure the last time panic joined me in this space. And how my fingertips reached for the knife set even then. But the block of knives is gone now. The counter cleared. I open a drawer, rifle for utensils, scissors. My fingers meet with the smooth wood of inner drawer and nothing else. I fumble around the sink, but even Mom’s pruning shears are missing. The phone rings and I freeze from the impossibility of its sound. A second ring sears throu