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Bestselling author Lisa Scottoline has thrilled millions with her emotionally-charged novels that feature strong womenexploring the boundaries of family, justice, and love. In Don’t Go , she breaks new ground and delivers the storyof a soldier who discovers what it means to be a man, a father, and ultimately, a hero.

When Dr. Mike Scanlon is called to serve as an army doctor in Afghanistan, he’s acutely aware of the dangers he’ll face and the hardships it will cause his wife Chloe and newborn baby. And deep inside, he doesn’t think ofhimself as a warrior, but a healer.

However, in an ironic turn of events, as Mike operates on a wounded soldier in a war-torn country, Chloe dies at homein the suburbs, in an apparent household accident. Devastated, he returns home to bury her, only to discover that thelife he left behind has fallen apart. His medical practice is in jeopardy, and he is a complete stranger to the onlyfamily he has left - his precious baby girl. Worse, he learns a shocking secret that sends him into a downward spiral.

Ultimately, Mike realizes that the most important battle of his life faces him on the home front and he’ll have toput it all on the line to save what’s dearest to him – his family. Gripping, thrilling, and profoundly emotional,Don’t Go is Lisa Scottoline at her finest.

About The AuthorLISA SCOTTOLINE is a bestselling and Edgar Award–winning author. She has served as president of the MysteryWriters of America and her recent novel, Look Again, has been optioned for film. She is a weekly columnist for ThePhiladelphia Inquirer and her columns have been collected in two books and optioned for television. She has 25million copies of her books in print in the U.S. and has been published in thirty countries. She lives in the Philadelphiaarea with an array of disobedient pets.

Biography

Most authors admit that they need to work in silence in order to get into the creative process. For them, writing isserious work that requires the utmost peace and concentration. Of course, most authors are not writing the kind ofwhiz-bang, sharp, wild, and witty works that Lisa Scottoline is producing. Scottoline's unusual working methods anddesire for all things pop culture have helped her to create some of the most unapologetically entertaining andcompulsively page-turning novels in contemporary popular fiction.

Scottoline's initial impetus to become a novelist was not quite as joyful as her novels might suggest. She had recentlygiven up her position as a litigator at a Philadelphia law firm to raise her newborn daughter at the same time as shewas breaking up with her husband. While the birth of her daughter was an undoubtedly happy moment for Scottoline,she was also thrust into relative isolation in the wake of her separation and the end of her job. To keep herself busy(when not tending to her daughter, that is), she decided to write a novel, the provocative story of an ambitious younglawyer whose hectic life becomes even more manic when she learns she is being stalked. Three years after beginningthe novel, Scottoline sold Everywhere That Mary Went to HarperCollins a mere week after taking a part-time job as aclerk for an appellate judge—her first job since beginning the book. While her transition from lawyer to novelist mayseem abrupt to some, Scottoline asserts that it was law school that gave her the necessary tools to spin a compellingyarn. In a 2005 interview with Barnes & Noble.com, Scottoline asserted that the job of a lawyer is surprisingly similarto that of a good writer: "Take the facts that matter, throw out the ones that don't, order them in such a way in which apoint of view is created so that by the time someone is finished listening to your argument or reading your book theysee things completely in that point of view."

Scottoline's sure-handed way with an intriguing narrative has led to a string of bestselling thrillers and a popular seriesrevolving around the women of Rosato & Associates, an all-female law firm in Philadelphia—the author's ownbeloved hometown. Jam-packed with humor, mystery, eroticism, and smarts, her novels are published worldwide andhave been translated into twenty-five different languages.

Good To Know

Lisa Scottoline is definitely no TV snob. She feels no shame when revealing her love of everything from Court TV toOprah to The Apprentice to I Love Lucy.

One of the reasons that Scottoline is such a fabulous writer may have something to do with having a particularlyfabulous teacher. While studying English at the University of Pennsylvania she was instructed by National BookAward Winner Philip Roth.

Don't try this at home! Scottoline completed her first novel, Everywhere That Mary Went, while she and her newborndaughter lived solely on $35,000 worth of credit from five Visa cards, which she'd completely maxed out by the timeshe completed the book three years later.

ReviewsPublishers Weekly

This stand-alone from Scottoline (Come Home) effectively tugs at the emotions even as it verges on themelodramatic. Mike Scanlon, a reservist in the Army Medical Corps serving in Afghanistan, is allowed to return for

one week to his suburban Philadelphia home to bury his wife, Chloe, who apparently died in an odd householdaccident. Overcome with grief, Mike realizes that he’s a stranger to his seven-month-old daughter—and thatChloe was hiding a shocking secret. After a horrific war injury brings him home for good, Mike begins an out-of-

control campaign to uncover Chloe’s secret life, risking the loss of custody of his daughter, his health, and hisown freedom. When Chloe’s best friend is murdered, Mike suspects that his wife’s death was no accident.Mike’s Job-like trials push the boundaries of believability, but his journey to make peace with himself and be a

father to his daughter will resonate with many readers. 300,000-copy first printing; author tour. Agent: MollyFriedrich, Friedrich Literary Agency. (Apr.)

Library Journal

When he deployed to Afghanistan for the Army Medical Corps, Mike Scanlon left behind an enviable life, with abeautiful wife, an infant daughter, and a prospering practice as a podiatrist/orthopedic surgeon. Six months later, afreak accident changes Mike’s world forever. As Mike struggles with the aftermath and searches for answers,

he soon learns that his bad luck has only just begun. Despite an overwhelming share of tragedy, betrayal, andrejection, Mike maintains his unwavering love for his daughter, Emily. After a series of bad choices, Mike finds hislife spiraling deeper into a hopeless quagmire of despair, eventually learning what it’s like to lose everything.

Verdict This is not your typical Scottoline novel…it is Scottoline on steroids. In her first book featuring a maleprotagonist, Scottoline spins a compelling drama that reads like the literary lovechild of Jodi Picoult and NicholasSparks. Readers will fall in love with this war vet father who fights seemingly insurmountable odds, and hispowerfully addictive story will haunt them long after the final page.—Mary Todd Chesnut, Northern Kentucky Univ.Lib., Highland Heights

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Kirkus Reviews

A cascade of melodramatic reversals for a podiatric surgeon, who returns from Afghanistan to find even more troublewaiting at home. Dr. Mike Scanlon's wife, art teacher Chloe Voulette, begged him not to leave her and their newdaughter, Emily, when his Army Medical Corps reserve unit was called up. Now it's too late for him to tell Chloe he'ssorry. Tipsy from the vodka she's been hitting, she accidentally stabs her arm while she's loading the dishwasher andbleeds out on her kitchen floor. The 10-day emergency leave the Army allows Mike is just long enough for him tomake arrangements for Chloe's funeral, satisfy himself that Emily is in the best of hands with Chloe's sister, Danielle,and her lawyer husband, Bob Ridgeway, and discover that Emily has no idea who he is and doesn't like him. Back inHelmand province, Mike endures a bone-jolting series of calamities that send him back stateside, this time for good.But his second homecoming is no happier than his first. The job he's been promised by his old partner is a far cry fromhis old job; Emily still cries whenever he picks her up; he realizes that Chloe had been having an affair; and her bestfriend, fellow teacher Sara Hambera, is murdered before she can tell him anything about who Chloe's lover might havebeen. Unfortunately, Mike reacts to all these shocks like a bull in a china shop. In a trice, he's been arrested for assault,sued by the man he thinks cuckolded him and threatened with the permanent loss of Emily to Danielle and Bob. In thehands of many another novelist, this nightmare would spiral further down to a grim conclusion, but Scottoline (ComeHome, 2012, etc.) has a fairy-tale ending in reserve. The author's recent crossover novels have mostly featuredimperiled or hard-used heroines like those of Mary Higgins Clark. This time Scottoline varies the pattern by makingher heroine a hero. A surprisingly successful attempt to retool the damsel-in-distress formula.

From the Publisher

“Narrator Jeremy Davidson enhances the story with a variety of voices.†– Audiofile Magazine

Wow! What a thriller! I had no idea what to expect but this book got off to a chilling start and the suspense continuedto build from there in Don’t Go, Lisa Scottoline’s latest. I listened to the audio version so I couldn’t go any faster thanthe reader but this quick paced story kept me enthralled the entire way through.

Audio books usually take me a little while to get into because I have to get used to the different voices by the samereader. This one pulled me in a lot quicker than usual where I was able to get completely lost in the story and wasn’tdistracted by the reader.

Mike Scanlon has one misfortune after another beginning with his wife’s death. Things really fall apart when he comeshome to bury his wife to a daughter who doesn’t know him and his practice falling apart. Things go from bad to worsewhen he discovers what his wife had been up to when he was gone. He questions everything he knows and loves.

He returns to Afghanistan and tries to bury himself in his work. Catastrophe seems to follow him wherever he goesand when it strikes again in Afghanistan, he returns home for good. Trying to get his life back proves to be a biggerchallenge then he could have dreamed. Things continue to go wrong in every possible way. Darkness is his constantcompanion as the life he once knew slips out of his grasp.

Scottoline makes you feel empathy for Mike on the deepest level possible, despair for his predicaments and hope thathe will be able to pull it together and get his life back. Life is hard to Mike and he has to fight for what he believes tobe true and repair what has been broken in his life.

Don’t Go is a suspenseful dramatic mystery that will keep you in the dark until the very end. It is a true testament tothe human spirit and what one can accomplish if they set their mind to it and never give up.

Wow! What a thriller! I had no idea what to expect but this book got off to a chilling start and the suspense continuedto build from there in Don’t Go, Lisa Scottoline’s latest. I listened to the audio version so I couldn’t go any faster thanthe reader but this quick paced story kept me enthralled the entire way through.

Audio books usually take me a little while to get into because I have to get used to the different voices by the samereader. This one pulled me in a lot quicker than usual where I was able to get completely lost in the story and wasn’tdistracted by the reader.

Mike Scanlon has one misfortune after another beginning with his wife’s death. Things really fall apart when he comeshome to bury his wife to a daughter who doesn’t know him and his practice falling apart. Things go from bad to worsewhen he discovers what his wife had been up to when he was gone. He questions everything he knows and loves.

He returns to Afghanistan and tries to bury himself in his work. Catastrophe seems to follow him wherever he goesand when it strikes again in Afghanistan, he returns home for good. Trying to get his life back proves to be a biggerchallenge then he could have dreamed. Things continue to go wrong in every possible way. Darkness is his constantcompanion as the life he once knew slips out of his grasp.

Scottoline makes you feel empathy for Mike on the deepest level possible, despair for his predicaments and hope thathe will be able to pull it together and get his life back. Life is hard to Mike and he has to fight for what he believes tobe true and repair what has been broken in his life.

Don’t Go is a suspenseful dramatic mystery that will keep you in the dark until the very end. It is a true testament tothe human spirit and what one can accomplish if they set their mind to it and never give up.

I was truly disappointed -- I'd not read a Lisa Scottaline in a while and was looking forward to getting back to herwork since I've missed a few -- thought I'd start with this which I found unreadable, with an almost diadatic droaning-on tone. I thought it all very unlike what I'd read of Scottaline so am very disappointed. Perhaps it gets better later, butI put it away for now, not willing to finish. Maybe I'll try again later, but there's too many books out there and toolittle time!

Read An ExcerptChapter One

Chloe woke up on the floor, her thoughts foggy. She must have fallen and knocked herself out when she hit thehardwood. She started to get up, but felt dizzy and eased back down. The kitchen was dark except for pinpoints of lighton the coffeemaker, TV, and cable box, like a suburban constellation.

She tried to understand how long she’d been lying here. The last thing she remembered, she was rinsing the dishes

after lunch, eyeing the sun through the window, like a big, fresh shiny yolk in the sky. Yellow was her favorite color,and she always tried to get it into her painting. Chloe used to teach art in middle school, but now she was a new momwith no time to shower, much less paint.

She heard a mechanical ca-thunk, and the Christmas lights went on outside. Red, green, and blue glimmered on thewetness underneath her, which seemed to be spreading. Her gaze traveled to its edge, where her Maine Coon, Jake, satin silhouette under the table, his ears translucent triangles, backlit by the multicolored lights.

Chloe reached for a chair to pull herself up, but was oddly weak and slumped to the floor. She felt cold, though thekitchen had a southern exposure and stayed warm, even in winter. She needed help, but was alone. Her sister Danielleand her brother-in-law Bob had come over for lunch, then Danielle had taken the baby Christmas shopping and Bobhad gone to work. They didn’t have children, and Danielle had been happy to take Emily to the mall by herself.

We can pick out Christmas presents for you and Mike!

Chloe closed her eyes, wishing her husband Mike were here, but he was a reservist in the Army Medical Corps,serving in Afghanistan. He’d be home in a month, and she was counting the days. She’d prayed he wouldn’t be called up because he was thirty-six years old, and when the deployment orders came, she’d taken it badly.She’d simply dissolved into tears, whether from sleep deprivation, crazed hormones, or worry.

Mike, please, I’m begging you. Don’t go.

Suddenly Chloe realized something. The Christmas lights were controlled by a timer that turned them on at five o’clock, which meant Bob and Danielle would be back at any minute. She had to hide the vodka she’d left outon the counter. Nobody could know about her drinking, especially not Danielle. Chloe should have been more careful,but she was a beginner alcoholic.

She reached for the chair and hoisted herself up partway. The kitchen whirled, a mad blur of Christmas lights. Sheclung to the chair, feeling dizzy, cold, and spacey, as if she were floating on a frigid river. Her hand slipped, and thechair wobbled. Jake sprang backwards, then resettled into a crouch.

She put her hands on the floor to lift her chest up, like a push-up, but the wetness was everywhere. Under her hands,between her fingers, soaking her shirt. It didn’t smell like vodka. The fog in her brain cleared, and Chloeremembered she’d been loading the dishwasher, and the chef’s knife had slipped, slicing the underside of herarm. Bright red blood had spurted from the wound, and she’d fainted. She always fainted at the sight of blood, andMike used to kid her.

The doctor’s wife, who’s afraid of blood.

Chloe looked at her left arm in horror. It was covered with blood, reflecting the holiday lights. Blood. Her mouth wentdry. She’d been bleeding all afternoon. She could bleed to death.

“Help!†she called out, but her voice sounded far away. She had to get to her cell phone and call 911. She draggedherself through the slippery blood to the base cabinet, clawed the door for the handle, and grabbed it on the second try.She tried to pull herself up but had no strength left. She clung to the handle.

Chloe spotted her laptop to her right, on its side. She must have knocked it off the counter when she fell. Her bestfriend Sara was always online, and Chloe could g-chat her for help. She slid the laptop toward her and hit the keyswith a slick palm, but the monitor didn’t light up. She didn’t know if it was off or broken.

She shoved it aside, getting a better idea. She would crawl to the front door and out to the sidewalk. The neighbors orsomeone driving by would see her. She started crawling, her breath ragged. The front door lay directly down the hall,behind a solid expanse of hardwood and an area rug. She dragged herself toward it, smearing blood across the kitchenthreshold.

Hope surged in her chest. Her arms ached but they kept churning. She pulled herself into the hallway. She kept her eyeon the front door. It had a window on the top half, and she could see the Christmas lights on the porch. She had putthem up herself, for Emily’s first Christmas.

The door lay thirty feet ahead, but Chloe felt her legs begin to weaken. Her arms were failing, but she couldn’tgive up. She was a mother. She had a precious baby, only seven months old.

Chloe moved forward on her elbows, but more slowly, like a car running out of gas. Still she kept going. The frontdoor was only fifteen feet away. Then thirteen, then ten. She had to make it.

Go, go, go. Nine, eight, seven feet left.

Chloe reached the edge of the area rug, but couldn’t go another inch. Her forehead dropped to the soft wool. Herbody flattened. Her eyes closed as if they were sealed. She felt her life ebb away, borne off in a sea of her own blood.Suddenly she heard a noise, outside the house. A car was pulling into the driveway, its engine thrumming.

Thank God!

She heard the sound of a car door opening and closing, then footsteps on the driveway. They were slow because thedriveway was icy in patches, the rock salt melting it unevenly.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Chloe remembered the front door was unlocked, a lucky break. She was supposed to lock it behind Danielle, who hadbeen carrying Emily, the diaper bag, and her purse, but she had forgotten. It would serve her well, now. Whoever wascoming could see her through the window, rush in, and call 911.

The footsteps drew closer to the door, but Chloe didn’t recognize them. She didn’t know Bob or Danielle bytheir footstep. It could be anybody.

Please God hurry

The footsteps reached the front door, and Chloe heard the mechanical turning of the doorknob. The door unlatched,and she felt a vacuum as it swung open. Frigid air blasted her from the open doorway. Her hair blew into her face, butshe couldn’t even open her eyes.

Help me help me call 911

She heard the footsteps walk to her, then stop near her head. But whoever it was didn’t call her name, rush to herside, or cry out in alarm.

What is going on why aren’t you calling 911

She heard the footsteps walk back to the door.

Wait don’t go please help me

She heard the sound of the front door closing.

No come back please help I’m—

The latch engaged with a quiet click.

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