WHAT READERS HAVE BEEN SAYING ABOUT ONE BY ONE:
“What I really like about this book is the human psychology Yawatta implemented into this story. She skillfully shows how each character reacts mentally and physically when people begin to die.” —Rebekkah Ford
“The horror really explodes in the final third of the book and a tangled mess is successfully straightened by the end, a feat which had seemed impossible just a few pages earlier.”–Beaird Glover
“The novel definitely made me feel for the characters and that’s quite hard to do in suspense/mystery.”–T.G. Davis
“The reader has an inkling who’s behind it all, through subtle hints and sheer intuition, but it turns out they’re wrong? Or are they?”–Jordanna East
“A politically correct assortment of nine 20-somethings heads off for a lakeside weekend, absorbed by their transient sexual pairings, petty spats and long-running, if shallow, relationships, all of it described in a style approaching the clinical. Ah, but there’s a madness in author Yawatta Hosby’s method! That same cold detachment persists as their sojourn in a remote cabin becomes a waking nightmare.”–Anthony Land
“I will only say what seems to be may not be the real thing until the very end. Now, to understand that you will have to see for yourself how this author has magically put this story together for the reader.”–Arlena Dean
“I was so surprised at the ending. I thought I had it all figured out. Boy was I wrong!”–Sandra Kay Windt
“”One by One” is a gripping suspense novel that will have you guessing who is responsible for murders. You’ll think you have the mystery solved, only to find yourself later convinced that it’s someone else…then someone else after that!”–Angel Gelique
Rae faces a dilemma when her brother, Kenan, announces a man wants to buy their log cabin in Virginia. A place abandoned after they helplessly watched their parents tortured and killed inside. Reluctantly, Rae agrees to sign over the deed once Kenan mentions their six friends are taking a road trip with them for moral support.
The next morning, two of their friends have disappeared. And worse, someone has sabotaged their two rented Jeeps, leaving them stranded.
Alone in the woods, thirty miles from civilization with no cell phone reception, the weekend turns into a deadly game when a killer hunts Rae and her friends. They struggle to stay alive and discover the truth.
Is someone stalking them, or is there a killer among the group?
EXCERPT FROM ONE BY ONE
“Where do you think they are?” Logan asked.
Kenan sat on top of a rotted tree stump. He rubbed his forehead. “I have no idea. If I did, we’d already be there.”
Logan sighed. He had no choice but to follow Kenan’s lead because he knew the area more than Logan did.
He wanted to ask Kenan a more personal question, like did he think something awful happened to them? Kenan was quiet during their search and had calmly taken over this morning that Logan couldn’t tell if his friend was freaking out.
If a tragedy happened ten years ago, it could occur again.
The boys didn’t speak for a while. Logan tapped his sneaker between the moss and tall grass. They should be trying to pinpoint their friends’ whereabouts. What was Kenan doing? Every second counted. “I’m sorry. I know this must be hard for you.”
“What?”
Logan lowered his eyes to the ground, whispering, “Being here at the cabin.”
“I slept like a baby last night, actually.”
“Well, Rae was having a hard time. Last night she came to me and said she couldn’t sleep. She asked where Brady was.”
“Why didn’t she come to me?” Kenan frowned, standing up.
Logan shrugged his shoulders.
He rubbed his forehead and sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me? You could’ve woken me up if I was asleep.”
“The thought didn’t even cross my mind.”
“Well, next time it should.” Kenan cracked his neck. “I’m sorry. I’m just worried about her. It’s like she’s afraid to bring up the past because she’s trying to protect me.”
“Just like you’re trying to protect her.”
“She must be really freaking out this morning. I should’ve stayed with her.” Kenan threw on his black hoodie because a light drizzle started. Logan wished he would have brought something to protect himself from the rain, while hoping it wouldn’t storm. He wore a red t-shirt and red athletic shorts that went past his knees. Even though he wasn’t afraid of thunder and lightning, Logan was smart. There would be no protection with only trees surrounding them.
No one could afford to get hurt at this place. Who knew how far the hospital was…
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