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He Started It Hardcover – July 21, 2020
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“Wholly original. Scarily clever. Completely mesmerizing. You will never look at family road trips the same way again.”—Lisa Gardner, #1 New York Times bestselling author
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From the twisted mind behind mega hit My Lovely Wife comes the story of a family—not unlike your own—just with a few more violent tendencies thrown in....
Beth, Portia, and Eddie Morgan haven't all been together in years. And for very good reasons—we'll get to those later. But when their wealthy grandfather dies and leaves a cryptic final message in his wake, the siblings and their respective partners must come together for a cross-country road trip to fulfill his final wish and—more importantly—secure their inheritance.
But time with your family can be tough. It is for everyone.
It's even harder when you're all keeping secrets and trying to forget a memory, a missing person, an act of revenge, the man in the black truck who won't stop following your car—and especially when at least one of you is a killer and there's a body in the trunk. Just to name a few reasons.
But money is a powerful motivator. It is for everyone.
- Print length400 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBerkley
- Publication dateJuly 21, 2020
- Dimensions6.32 x 1.33 x 9.32 inches
- ISBN-100451491750
- ISBN-13978-0451491756
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"A twisty, sneaking tale of greed, lies and betrayal, with each character as conniving as the next and an ending that will make your heart stop. This one needs to be on the top of everyone's to-read list!"—Mary Kubica, New York Times bestselling author of The Good Girl and The Other Mrs.
“Fast-paced and whip-smart. If you don’t mind spending time in dangerous company then I highly recommend this wild ride of a thriller”—Gilly Macmillan, New York Times bestselling author of What She Knew
“A thrill ride through the darkest parts of the American landscape—funny, scary and twisted until the explosive final page.”—Michele Campbell, internationally bestselling author of A Stranger on the Beach
"Once you start reading, you won't want to stop. Dark, twisted, original, and so addictive it should come with a warning."—Alice Feeney, New York Times bestselling author of Sometimes I Lie
“Best for people who love Criminal Minds, research scams in their free time, and have a super f*cked up family.” —Betches
“A twisted mashup of a family drama and a thriller that you won't be able to put down.”—Pop Sugar
“With our need to know ramped up through a series of teasers offering more to come, this tale is virtually impossible to put down”—Booklist (starred review)
“None of the characters are likeable, relatable or reliable, but that is what makes this read so much fun….The short chapters and pace of the story will keep readers turning the pages as they wonder how this family trip from hell will conclude.”—San Francisco Book Review
"Buckle up and settle in for one diabolically fun road trip."—Kirkus
"Deliciously devious."—Publisher's Weekly
"Downing is one bold and fearless author, who doesn’t blink in the face of fictional mayhem."—CrimeReads
"All hail the new Queen of the psycho thriller!!"—C.J. Tudor, Sunday Times bestselling author of The Chalk Man
“Downing ups her game in this deliciously twisted tale of family deception. He Started It has layers upon layers of clever, shocking twists that begin in the first chapter and never let up. Breathless pacing and terse, impeccable writing create a phenomenal reading experience. I am obsessed!”—Wendy Walker, USA Today bestselling author of The Night Before
"A wicked-fun read with razor-sharp wit and a killer twist, He Started It is compelling, captivating, and deliciously dark. Samantha Downing writes with a wry, sparse elegance that steadily entangles you until you're utterly addicted."—Christina McDonald, USA Today bestselling author of The Night Olivia Fell
"A diabolical drive into a dysfunctional family's past. The story is chillingly twisted, perfectly paced. Once I started reading, I couldn't put it down."—Kaira Rouda, USA Today bestselling author of Best Day Ever
“I absolutely loved it: whip-smart, lean, deliciously dark and addictive. One of the best thrillers I’ve read in a long time.”—Ali Land, bestselling author of Good Me, Bad Me
“A tour de force in voice and structure. The brilliant Samantha Downing takes a glorious risk in this superbly captivating and endlessly surprising road trip from hell. It’s sibling rivalry pushed to the max— dark and crazy and twisted—and I could not put it down.”—Hank Phillippi Ryan, USA Today bestselling author of The First to Lie
“A dark, twisting road trip into hell with a family you wouldn’t want to live next door to. I’ve never read anything like it!”—Mark Edwards, bestselling author of Here to Stay
“Sibling rivalry reaches new and downright despicable heights...Creepy, unnerving and deliciously evil, Samantha Downing is one of the boldest authors I know. A must read!”—Hannah Mary McKinnon, national bestselling author of Her Secret Son, and The Neighbors.
"Samantha Downing is an absolute genius at creating twisted characters you’re desperate to follow...A psychological thriller like none other, this addictive read is impossible to put down.”—Samantha M. Bailey, author of forthcoming Woman on the Edge
“Downing’s style remains in a league of its own, with to-the-point crisp language and snappy dialogue readers are taken on a gripping and edgy adventure.”—Maureen Joyce Connolly, author of Little Lovely Things
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Downing / HE STARTED IT
Part 1
14 DAYS LEFT
You want a heroine. Someone to root for, to identify with. She can’t be perfect, though, because that’ll just make you feel bad about yourself. A flawed heroine, then. Someone who may break the rules to protect her family but doesn’t kill anyone unless it’s self-defense. Not murder, though, at least not the cold-blooded kind. That’s the first deal breaker.
The second is cheating. Men can get away with that and still be the hero, but a cheating wife is unforgivable.
Which means I can’t be your heroine.
I still have a story to tell.
It begins in a car. Rather, an SUV. We sit according to our rank, the oldest in the driver’s seat. That’s Eddie. His wife sits next to him, but I’ll get to her.
The middle seat is for the middle child, and that’s me. Beth. Not Elizabeth, just Beth. I’m two years younger than Eddie and he never lets me forget it. I’m okay to look at, though not as young or thin as I used to be. My husband sits next to me. Again, later for that, because our spouses weren’t supposed to be here.
One seat left, way in the back, and that’s Portia. The surprise baby. She’s six years younger than me and sometimes it feels like a hundred. With no spouse or significant other, she has the whole seat to herself.
In the very back, our luggage. Stacked side by side in a neat single row because that’s the only way it fits. I told Eddie that the first time. Our handbags and computers bags go on top of the roller bags. You don’t have to be a flight attendant to figure that out.
Under the bags, there’s the trunk compartment. One side has the spare tire. In the other, a locked wooden box with brass fittings. This special little box in this special little place, all by itself with nothing else around, is to hold our grandfather. He’s been cremated.
We aren’t talking about him. We aren’t really talking at all. The sun beams through the windows, landing on my leg and making it burn. The A/C dries out my eyes. Eddie plays music that is wordless and jazzy.
I look back at Portia. Her eyes are closed and she has headphones on, probably listening to music that is neither wordless nor jazzy. Her black hair is long and has fallen over one eye. It’s dyed. We all have pale skin, and we were all born with blond hair and either blue or green eyes. My hair is even lighter now because I highlight it. Eddie’s is darker because he doesn’t. Portia’s hair has been black for a while now. It matches her nails. She’s not goth, though. Not anymore.
The music change is abrupt. I didn’t even see Krista move. That’s Eddie’s wife. Krista, the one with olive skin, dark hair, and brown eyes with gold flecks. Krista, the one he married four months after meeting her. She used to be the receptionist at his office.
Pop music blares out of the speakers, a dance song from five years ago. It was bad then, too.
“The jazz was putting me to sleep,” Krista says.
My husband’s eyes flick up from his laptop. He probably didn’t notice the change in music, but he heard Krista’s voice.
Maybe she’s the heroine.
“It’s fine,” Eddie says. I can hear the smile on his face.
I continue to stare out the window. Atlanta is long gone. We aren’t even in Georgia. This is northern Alabama, past Birmingham, where the population is sparse and skeptical. If we were trying to rush, we’d be farther along by now. Rushing isn’t part of the equation.
“Food?”
That’s Portia, her voice groggy from her nap. She’s sitting up, headphones off, wide-eyed like a child.
She’s been milking that baby-of-the-family shit for a long time.
“You want to stop?” Eddie says, turning down the music.
“Let’s stop,” Krista says.
My husband shrugs.
“Yes,” Portia says.
Eddie looks at me in the rearview mirror, like I get a say in the matter. I’m already outnumbered.
“Great,” I say. “Food is great.”
We stop at a place called the Roundabout, which looks just as you imagine. Rustic in a fake way, with the lasso and goat on the sign, but naturally rundown with age. Authentic but not—like most of us.
We all climb out and Portia is first to the door; Krista isn’t far behind. Eddie is the one who takes the most time. He stands outside the car, staring at the back. Hesitating.
It’s our grandfather. This is our first stop of the trip, meaning it’s the first time we have to leave him alone.
“You okay?” I say, tapping Eddie’s arm.
He doesn’t look at me, doesn’t take his eyes off the back of the car because Grandpa’s ashes are everything to us. Not for emotional reasons.
“You want to stay out here? I can bring you a doggie bag,” I say. Sarcasm drips.
Eddie turns to me, his eyes wide. Oh, the shock. Like if I had just told him I was leaving my longtime partner for someone I met two months ago.
Oh wait, he did that. Eddie left his live-in girlfriend for the receptionist.
“I’m fine,” he says. “You don’t have to be so bitchy about it.”
Yes. I’m the villain.
Inside the Roundabout, everyone is sitting in a semicircle booth. It’s twice as big as it needs to be. The seats are wine-colored pleather. Krista and Portia have scooted all the way to the center of the booth, leaving Felix on one side. That’s my husband, Felix, the pale one with the strong jaw and white-blond hair with matching eyebrows and lashes. In a certain light, he disappears.
“No,” Portia says. “There’s nothing vegan.”
She isn’t vegan but checks anyway. Portia also looks for wheelchair access and won’t go in anywhere that doesn’t have it because fairness is important.
“Should we leave?” I say.
No one answers. I sit.
The burgers are chargrilled, the fries are crisp, and the bacon is greasy. A fair deal, if you ask me. The only thing missing is decent coffee, but I drink their bitter version of it without complaint. I can be a good sport.
“We probably should get something settled,” Eddie says. He looks like our father. “We’re going to be driving for a while. A lot of gas, food, and motel rooms. I propose we take turns covering the expenses. More than anything else, let’s not argue about it. The last thing we need to do is fight over a gas bill.”
Before I can say a word, my husband does.
“Makes sense,” Felix says. “Beth and I will pay our fair share.”
Only a spouse can betray you like that. Or a sibling.
That leaves Portia. Given that she’s doesn’t really have a career, the deal isn’t fair.
Oh, the irony.
She yawns. Nods. In Portia-speak, she’s agreeing for now but reserves the right to disagree later.
“Great,” Eddie says. “I’ll get this one.”
He takes the check up to the register, because that’s the kind of place this is. Felix goes to the restroom and Portia steps out front to make a call. That leaves Krista and me, finishing those last sips of lukewarm coffee.
“I know this must be terrible for all of you,” she says, placing her hand on mine. “But I hope we can have some good times, too. I’m sure your grandfather would’ve wanted that.”
It’s a nice enough thing for Krista to say, if a little generic. Given the circumstances, I expect nothing less and nothing more.
Still. If everything falls apart and we all start killing one another, she goes first.
You think I said that for shock value. I didn’t.
No, I’m not a psychopath. That’s always a convenient excuse, though. Someone who has no empathy and has to fake human emotions. Why do they do bad things? Shrug. Who knows? That’s a psychopath for you. Or is it the word sociopath? You know what I’m saying.
This isn’t that kind of story. This is about family. I love my siblings, all of them, I really do. I also hate them. That’s how it goes—love, hate, love, hate, back and forth like a seesaw.
That’s the thing about family. Despite what they say, it’s not a single unit with a single goal. What they never tell us is that, more often than not, every member of the family has their own agenda. I know I do.
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Product details
- Publisher : Berkley (July 21, 2020)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 400 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0451491750
- ISBN-13 : 978-0451491756
- Item Weight : 1.4 pounds
- Dimensions : 6.32 x 1.33 x 9.32 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #384,160 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #8,036 in Psychological Thrillers (Books)
- #27,807 in Crime Thrillers (Books)
- #28,562 in Suspense Thrillers
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About the author

Samantha Downing is the author of the bestselling My Lovely Wife, nominated for the Edgar, ITW, Macavity awards in the US, the CWA award in the UK, and the winner of the Prix des Lectrices award in France.
Her latest novel, For Your Own Good, was released on July 20, 2021. It has been optioned by Robert Downey Jr. and Greg Berlanti for HBO Max.
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Twenty years ago Beth (12), Eddie (14), and Portia (6) went on a 14 day road trip with their grandfather. To inherit his millions, the estranged-for-years brother and sisters are required to drive the exact route complete with the same stops – ending with the scattering of his ashes. Along for the ride are Eddie's wife, Krista, and Beth's husband, Felix.
It’s the ultimate Highway to Hell, no escape, family road trip… again!
For those who have ever thought that their relationships with their siblings, parents, grandparents or spouses was strained or unhealthy, believe me you have nothing on the screwed-up-ness that is the Morgan family. Secrets and lies were tantalisingly drip feed throughout, and each new reveal was more shocking than the last, culminating in an explosive, didn't see-it-coming in a million years, ending. Told through the eyes of middle child Beth, it's clear from the onset that she's unreliable, and that those she's travelling with aren't to be believed or trusted either. He Started It is one of those psychological thrillers where you’re not really rooting for anyone, but instead are turning the pages frantically and excitedly, anticipating just how messed up things are going to get, and just how far Samantha Downing is going to push boundaries. Those familiar with the author’s debut novel from last year – My Lovely Wife – will know that it's going to be far.
He Started It was a unique and intriguing premise that delivered on every count. The level of detail and research that went into every macabre and unusual tourist trap, roadside diner, seedy motel and out-of-the-way, off-the-beaten-track place the family came into contact with added to the novels authenticity and creativeness. This is exactly how I like my psychological suspense, and I eagerly await whatever crazy idea Samantha Downing implements next.
P.S. The title is ingenious.
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However, it saddens me deeply that such a compelling story was spoiled by a deeply unsatisfying ending, which retroactively poisoned the rest of the experience for me.
Downing’s characters in “He Started It” are so exceedingly captivating, which makes the ending of this story so maddeningly upsetting, as the novel warranted an ending as clever and gripping as the rest of the nail-biting adventure.
Once the road trip hits its final stop, things rapidly fall apart, and the final pages of this story seemed to favour shock value over quality, which does not reflect Downing’s spectacular writing, and characterisation.
I hope that “He Started It” gets some kind of continuation, because the ending found here is a flat and dismal conclusion to an otherwise remarkable story.
A bad ending from an incompetent author is one thing, but a lackluster ending from an author as sensational as Downing is so much more disappointing.

I enjoyed main character, Beth’s, telling of the story. She’s super flawed and inquisitive; then that personality kept throwing surprises at me which I lapped up. ‘He Started It,’ kept me on my toes. It was an easy and fast read. I loved the actual journey too and appreciated the research that went along with it. I feel as though I’ve had an interesting tour of the USA along with them.
The other two main characters, Eddie and Portia, were both strongly written and well layered. The peppered story of their pasts show how they got to where they were.
A fantastic and fun psychological thriller! Loved it!

After their grandpa died Beth, along with her siblings Eddie and Portia stand to inherit his estate, car and liquid funds. All they have to do to receive their inheritance is go on a road trip. Well not just any road trip but THE road trip, following the exact same route as the only other road trip they went on when they were children and their grandpa took them on to give their parents time alone to sort their differences.
He Started It is filled to the brim with secrets and lies, the characters are generally untrustworthy and greedy. Her older brother Eddie is the opposite of a charming angel, her younger sister Portia stole from her even when she was 6 years old so she might be up to her old tricks in the present. As for Beth herself, she doesn’t call herself a good person, she makes it clear from the start that she’s not hero, and she really isn’t a good person either but in the end I did still feel for her! Mission accomplished you amazing author!
This was literally the road trip from (the opposite from heaven), it all starts going haywire fairly soon when they feel they are being followed by another car, but who and why? Are they even being followed or is it also a lie, Beth doesn’t know for sure. Strange things do start to happen when they’re not looking, things go missing, but is it an outsider or an insider… you just don’t know! On top of that the author drops plenty of twists and turns in the past roadtrip as well with great shock value. It only added to the suspense and it had me question every few pages what went wrong on that first roadtrip and what secret they’re not talking about.
This was unlike any other roadtrip I ever read about and I loved every second of this crazy trip. Maybe I would have liked it more if Beth was the one good person but in this family, how could she? I had no idea how this would end and this novel managed to surprise me right up to when I read the very last lines.
I can’t believe it’s only the first novel I read by Samantha Downing, but it will certainly not be my last! If you enjoy unpredictable stories, then you really need to add this one to your list!

Three siblings, one road trip and an inheritance. What could go wrong? It sounds pretty straight forward but not for these three.
Siblings that hate each go on an essential repeat road trip they did 20 years earlier in order to fulfil their Grandads final wishes in his will but the twist is they have to replicate the trip to receive their inheritance.
This slow burn, twisty story really is very clever. It’s a straightforward storytelling of the trip split into two timelines past and present. It is just that, a retelling of the original road trip. There are a few incidents through the trip, twists and a good finale but that’s about all it is.
There were some really good elements but then the ending I feel really let it down. It felt rushed, was a little unbelievable and like one twist wasn’t quite enough so another was thrown in, but with no conclusion. It could have been so good especially with it being a slow burn novel, but I expected so much more from the ending but it just fell flat.
It didn’t blow me away like the first did however it was enjoyable until those last few chapters. I may be in the minority with my thoughts though so don’t be put off reading if you plan to.