: Sandra Levy Ceren
: Vanished A Dr. Cory Cohen Psychological Thriller
: Modern History Press
: 9781615992317
: 1
: CHF 6.00
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: Krimis, Thriller, Spionage
: English
: 204
: DRM
: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet
: ePUB

A young artist awakes one morning alone in an empty house, with no memory of her identity or location. Puzzled and terrified, she finds Dr. Cory's business card in a purse. While the psychologist/sleuth tries to help the artist revive her memory, Cory's neighbor Rita goes missing. Uncovering Rita's real identity, Cory's detection abilities spring into action to confront a menace that haunts their neighborhood.
Written by a longtime psychologist, this fourth volume in the Dr. Cory Cohen mystery series, set on the San Diego coast, offers a genuine portrayal of a psychologist's professional life combined with the thrill and intrigue of a mystery.
Praise for the Dr. Cory Cohen Mystery Series
'Her years as a psychologist have earned Ceren a look at the darkness of the psyche and human behavior. Psychologist/sleuth Cory Cohen is both compassionate and tough. A strong, heartfelt work from a writer we will be hearing a lot more about.'
--T. Jefferson Parker, three-time Edgar-winning author
'Another exciting, engrossing psychological thriller from a favorite author. The well-defined characters and intrigue create a compelling page-turner to the very end.'
--Holly A. Hunt, PhD, psychologist, author, speaker
'...a good, fun thriller that packs in a whole lot of themes, in a way that doesn't clash. While being entertained, the reader is likely to get some education on the professional life of a psychologist and the effect of trauma on victims.'
Bob Rich, PhD, psychologist and author
Mystery& Detective - Women Sleuths

– 2 –

Cory took a deep breath. “Please explain.”

“At eight this morning, an alarm clock awakened me. When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to find myself in an unfamiliar room. I felt so weird—so incredibly strange.

“At first I thought I was dreaming—or sleepwalking. My heart thumped so loudly, I felt the vibration in my ears. I leaped out of bed and feverishly searched the room. I opened the closet and saw several garments. At first I wasn’t sure if they were mine, but they seemed to be my size and my style. The shoes fit me, too.”

She pulled out a tissue from the nearby box, and dabbed her moist brow. “I’m terrified. I don’t know what happened to me.” Trembling, she hugged herself and rocked back and forth like a baby wrapped in the safety of her mother’s arms.

“I also found several books. The titles were vaguely familiar. I skimmed through a few to see if they stirred my memory, but they didn’t. Perhaps they were new and I hadn’t read them yet—or I’m really going crazy. This is too, too scary.”

“Your experience doesn’t mean you’ve gone crazy,