Rebound Book Review


Lesiewicz sets a scorching pace in this creepy thriller and leaves us gasping with a genuinely chilling pay-off.

(Good Housekeeping)
Claustrophobic and tightly wound, Rebound by debut author Aga Lesiewicz is an edge-of-your-seat read

(Essentials Magazine)
A gripping page-turner, a thrilling story of betrayal, sex, crime and death

(Debbie Howells, author of The Bones of You)
Compelling and Addictive

(Daily Mail)
A smart, sexy first novel . . . it races along with great verve and introduces an interesting new voice

(SHOTS Magazine)
What a delight, an original, fresh new voice. I simply could not put this book down. Rebound by debut author Aga Lesiewicz is a taut, claustrophobic, psychological thriller . . . The plot keeps the reader engaged as it twists and surprises. A great read and a high bar to set for the next novel

Book Description
Rebound is a gripping psychological thriller from debut author Aga Lesiewicz

From the Inside Flap
Life is good for Anna Wright. She’s a successful media executive working for one of the UK’s largest TV corporations. She’s got a great boyfriend, some close friends and a lovely home. She adores her dog, Wispa, and she loves to run to help her de-stress.

But Anna’s perfect life starts to crumble from the moment when, out jogging on the Heath one day, she meets a handsome stranger. She takes a route into unfamiliar territory, and then she has to face the consequences.

There’s a dark, growing creepiness as the atmosphere becomes unsettled and, as Anna’s professional life becomes increasingly pressured and poisonous, her obsession with the intriguing stranger intensifies.

From the Back Cover
I went somewhere I’d never been before. And that led to my undoing.

I hear footsteps behind me, regular and strong, another runner making the best of the twilight hour. I run across the South Meadow at a steady pace. The sound of footsteps is still behind me. There’s no one else left on the Heath now. I try not to panic, thinking that whoever it is will change their direction soon. But the sound of trainers pounding the ground persists, going exactly at my speed, not trying to overtake me and not slowing down. I quickly glance back and see the dark silhouette of a man, about twenty paces behind me . . .