Tell me my name

Erin Ruddy, 1972-

Book - 2020

"When a woman is snatched by an obsessed stranger claiming to be her soulmate, the consequences could be deadly in this suspenseful and darkly twisted psychological thriller ... unless she can remember his name. Ellie and Neil Patterson are eager to settle in to some quality time at their new cottage. It's the first time in ten years they've been alone ... or are they? When a friendly encounter with their new neighbour leads to their violent kidnapping, they awake to a living nightmare. Insisting he is Ellie's soulmate, the stranger gives her three chances to say his name. If she guesses wrong, it's Neil who will suffer the consequences. This propels Ellie on a desperate trip down memory lane to dredge up the dubiou...s men of her past. Only after discovering the man's true identity and sacrificing her own safety to save Neil does Ellie learn the truth -- that everything she thought she knew about her husband and their decade-long love story was a lie."--

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Toronto : Dundurn 2020.
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332 pages ; 21 cm
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Review by Booklist Review

Hoping for a romantic retreat at their charming cottage, Ellie and her husband, Neil, find themselves in a nightmare. They are kidnapped by a man who says he is Ellie's soulmate. The man, who calls himself Jake Palmer, sets Ellie a challenge: she has three chances to tell him his name (they knew each other, once upon a time, or so he claims), and for each wrong answer, he will cut a piece off her husband. This is not an idle threat, as Ellie soon discovers, and from this point on the suspense and revelations (about Ellie, her husband, and her own life) make it pretty much impossible for the reader to put the book down. Ruddy, a journalist in Ontario, Canada (where the book is set), makes an auspicious debut. This is a fine thriller, smartly constructed and cleverly written: the author, a master of narrative deception, excels at planting clues subtly and making them pay off spectacularly. Keep an eye on Ruddy, and, in the meantime, give this superb thriller to fans of Ruth Ware and Tana French.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

In Canadian author Ruddy's well-paced debut, 40-year-old Ellie Patterson and her husband, Neil, have come to their second home on Euclid Lake in the wilds of Ontario. With their children away at camp, the couple hope to rekindle the spark in their marriage and rediscover their "old adventuresome selves." Barely two days later, Ellie is abducted from her kitchen by a handsome man in his 50s who looks like an actor. Soon afterward, Neil becomes a prisoner of the same psychopath, who claims Ellie is his soulmate. "I have a little game in mind for the three of us," their captor tells them. Ellie must tell him his name, or he will mutilate Neil, one digit at a time. Ellie proceeds to reexamine her past, searching for clues to his identity among the jumble of memories--some disturbing, some cherished--from her early childhood to her recent past. Readers will cheer as Ellie faces her fears and takes decisive action to save herself and her family. Ruddy plays effectively with issues of identity, regret, and forgiveness in this suspenseful thriller. Agent: Bill Hanna, Acacia House (Canada). (June)

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Ellie opened her eyes. Tried to move but couldn't. It was dark, and her vision was cloudy. She was able to make out the square case of a window. Curtains drawn, flaccid. A single wooden chair. She was lying on a wrought-iron bed. She lifted her head, felt a wave of nausea roll through her. Remembered the noxious cloth. She wiggled her wrists and ankles. Something was binding them -- something sharp and unyielding. Plastic cable ties. She tried to scream, but the sound came out as a muffled moan. Where am I? Who did this? Light splashed the wall as someone entered an unseen door. "Hello, Ellie," a deep voice said. "Do you know how long I've been dreaming about this moment?" She knew she couldn't respond, not with the gag filling her mouth. But she tried anyway, releasing a series of stifled sobs. "There, there," the man said, stepping into view. The bed frame shifted as he eased himself next to her. "You'll have your chance to speak soon enough. But first I'd like to get properly reacquainted. It's been so long." He paused, gazing into her eyes. "Man, what a surprise it was to see you driving by after all these years ... you, of all people. I recognized you instantly. Still as beautiful as ever. Then, that shower routine you put on the other night ... what a show, Ellie, what a show ..." Ellie stiffened. Remembered the feeling of being watched the night she'd tested the new outdoor shower. The man was crazy, or he'd made a mistake. Once he removed the gag, she could explain to him that he'd mixed her up with some other woman. Surely then he'd let her go. Otherwise, Neil would return with the groceries and he'd find her missing from their cottage. He'd call the police and she'd be saved. "Ellie, Ellie, Ellie ... the things you do to me," he continued. "Neil is a lucky guy. But it seems his luck has finally run out. You see, I have a little game in mind for the three of us. Hey, don't look so worried, I promise it'll be fun. You just have to follow my rules. Rule Number One: no screaming. Rule Number Two: no flailing, no fighting, no trying to escape. And finally, Rule Number Three, the most important one of all ..." He paused and stroked her hair. "It's easy. All you have to do ... is tell me my name." The man got up and looked down at her. With a surprisingly delicate touch, he leaned over and removed her gag, brushing away the tear that had trickled down her cheek. "Please, you have me confused with someone else!" Ellie cried, anguished. "I swear to God. This is all a mistake --" "Oh, spare me, Eloise. Do you really think I'd have gone to all this trouble if I wasn't sure it was you? Look, I'm not saying it'll be easy. It has been a while, and the truth is -- well, I didn't always look this good. I've made a few changes to impress you. But I want you to try to see past all the superficial details, see me for who I really am ... for the man I've always been. Now, look at me, Ellie. Look at me really closely, and think." Ellie was sure she didn't know the kind of sicko who'd abduct a woman from her own kitchen, surgery or not. The room was spinning so wildly she thought she was going to be sick. She closed her eyes and tried to calm down, tried to think of a plan to get free. Her eyes snapped open as a sound caught her ear, the sound of a car passing outside. She could hear it slowing, then pulling into a driveway a little farther down the road. Their driveway . "Hear that?" the man said. "That's the sound of our game beginning. Time to put that pretty little head to work. Just say my name, Ellie. Say it, or your husband loses a toe. See you soon." The door clicked shut behind him. Excerpted from Tell Me My Name by Erin Ruddy All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.