{"product_id":"thieves-gambit-isbn-9780593625361","title":"Thieves' Gambit","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Inheritance Games\u003c\/i\u003e meets \u003ci\u003eOcean’s Eleven\u003c\/i\u003e in this cinematic heist thriller where a cutthroat competition brings together the world’s best thieves and one thief is playing for the highest stakes of all: her mother's life.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt only seventeen years old, Ross Quest is already a master thief, especially adept at escape plans. Until her plan to run away from her legendary family of thieves takes an unexpected turn, leaving her mother’s life hanging in the balance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn a desperate bid, she enters the Thieves’ Gambit, a series of dangerous, international heists where killing the competition isn’t exactly off limits, but the grand prize is a wish for anything in the world—a wish that could save her mom. When she learns two of her competitors include her childhood nemesis and a handsome, smooth-talking guy who might also want to steal her heart, winning the Gambit becomes trickier than she imagined.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRoss tries her best to stick to the family creed: trust no one whose last name isn’t Quest. But with the stakes this high, Ross will have to decide who to con and who to trust before time runs out. After all, only one of them can win.\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eThieves' Gambit\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2025 YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults Pick\u003cbr\u003eA Read with Reagan Book Club Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA Black Caucus American Library Association Best of the Best 2023 Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2023-2024 Colorado Blue Spruce Award Winner\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2024 Texas Tayshas Reading List Pick\u003cbr\u003eA 2024 Texas Lone Star Reading List Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA 2024-2025 VA Reads YA Book Selection\u003cbr\u003eA 2024-2025 North Star YA Award Winner\u003cbr\u003eA 2024-2025 Read for a Lifetime Selection\u003cbr\u003eA 2024-2025 Green Mountain Book Award Winner\u003cbr\u003eA 2024-2025 Georgia Peach Book Award for Teen Readers Winner\u003cbr\u003eA 2024-2025 Tome It List Pick\u003cbr\u003eA 2024-2025 Delaware Diamonds Award Winner\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2025 Oklahoma Sequoyah Book Award Selection\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A propulsive, high-octane thriller that kept me guessing until the very end. Full of breathtaking heists, complex relationships, high-stakes tension, and characters I would follow anywhere, \u003ci\u003eThieves’ Gambit\u003c\/i\u003e gripped me from the first page, and never let go. You won’t want to stop reading.”—\u003cb\u003eAlex Aster\u003c\/b\u003e, #1\u003ci\u003e New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e best selling author of \u003ci\u003eLightlark\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This\u003cb\u003e fast-paced heist thriller\u003c\/b\u003e is incredibly assured with \u003cb\u003ea blockbuster feel\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Guardian\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eThieves' Gambit\u003c\/i\u003e is a masterpiece! I love everything about this book from the twists and turns to the international settings and the characters. Kayvion Lewis has created a fast-paced and dramatic story that had me addicted from beginning to end.”—\u003cb\u003eNatasha Bowen\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eSkin of the Sea\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A \u003cb\u003efast-paced\u003c\/b\u003e story about a cutthroat competition that brings together the world’s best thieves to compete for the chance to earn a wish that could change the world, \u003ci\u003eThieves Gambit\u003c\/i\u003e also features \u003cb\u003ea fabulous, easy-to-root-for heroine\u003c\/b\u003e at its center.\"—\u003ci\u003ePaste \u003c\/i\u003eMagazine\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eFans of \u003ci\u003eOcean's Eleven\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/b\u003ewill enjoy Kayvion Lewis's \u003cb\u003eexhilarating \u003c\/b\u003edebut.”—\u003ci\u003ePopSugar\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A \u003cb\u003epulse-pounding thriller… addictive\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003eB\u0026amp;N Reads\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The \u003cb\u003eultimate competition\u003c\/b\u003e between thieves tests friendships and family ties…\u003cb\u003ethe pacing is fast\u003c\/b\u003e, and readers will experience \u003cb\u003ethe best kind of whiplash\u003c\/b\u003e as the story moves from one heist to the next. The characters are also fully realized, and it’s impossible not to root for Ross as she tries to figure out who she’s meant to be. \u003cb\u003eA fast-paced roller coaster of a read\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Debut author Lewis illustrates \u003cb\u003ea captivating push and pull narrative\u003c\/b\u003e that centers a girl yearning for a “normal” life while navigating a dangerous game where cons and trickery are rewarded…Fresh descriptions of varied backdrops, including the Bahamas, Cairo, and France, elucidate wanderlust vibes in this edge-of-the-seat thriller.\"—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The \u003cb\u003ehigh-octane stakes\u003c\/b\u003e will appeal to fans of Jennifer Lynn Barnes and Ally Carter, and the \u003cb\u003etwisty plotting\u003c\/b\u003e is reminiscent of Ocean’s 8. \u003cb\u003eThis new teen criminal will steal hearts\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003eKayvion Lewis is a young adult author of all things escapist and high-octane. A former youth services librarian, she’s been working with young readers and kidlit since she was sixteen. When she’s not writing, she’s breaking out of escape rooms, jumping out of airplanes, and occasionally running away to mountain retreats to study kung fu. Though she’s originally from Louisiana, and often visits her family in The Bahamas, these days you can find her in New York—at least until she takes off on her next adventure.Curiously, when plugged into the computer in 2310, the flash drive asked if I wanted to copy the hard drive. I tapped yes, but since this laptop didn’t have a c-port, I didn’t get to snoop on what I was copying. I spent the loading time digging through the file from the 2410 laptop some more on my phone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI scrolled through links like \u003ci\u003eClients\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eContacts\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNumbers\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eMaster List\u003c\/i\u003e. I found myself opening the phone number one, and up popped a spreadsheet with a whopping five thousand entries. Only a hundred lines down, I was finding names with addenda like \u003ci\u003e(vice president)\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003e(CEO)\u003c\/i\u003e behind them. Using the search box, I typed in \u003ci\u003eQuest\u003c\/i\u003e. My name and cell number, along with Mom’s and Auntie’s, were there. Thankfully, there wasn’t anything like \u003ci\u003e(thief)\u003c\/i\u003e behind ours. They were incriminatingly italicized, though, so maybe it was implied.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI tapped my chin for a few seconds before typing in another number. All of Count’s texts about penalty games had made me forcibly memorize it. Lo and behold, there was a result. \u003ci\u003eAurélie Dubois.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo she did have a real name, a very French real name. Interesting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI exported it all into my fam’s black box. Surely Count was going to pop up and tell me to stop?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe didn’t. I deleted the original file from my home screen undetected.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith the actual flash drive done loading, I returned the laptop to its safe and got ready to make the jump down to 2210. No lights came on when I dropped the marble again, so after tossing my heels, I bit down on my clutch for a third time and made the last swing onto the balcony.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLanding in a crouch, I flipped my braids back. My updo was a mess by now. Ten minutes left on the countdown. This was going to be tight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI scooped up my shoes, about to slip them back on and hightail it out, but the curtain by the balcony door rustled, as if there were a breeze.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnly the curtains were behind the glass, and the door was shut. Someone was inside, waiting with the lights off. I had a feeling I knew who it was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI rushed to throw my heels down to the next floor and slip over the railing as the door flew open. Taiyō was like lightning. I unsnapped the weight on my meteor bracelet, but with a twenty-story drop right behind me, I had no space to maneuver. I landed one blow to his jaw before he grabbed my arm, twisted it behind my back, and slammed me to the ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI kicked against his hold, but he twisted my arm tighter and dug his knee into my back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith my face pressed against the cold concrete, I did my best to glare up at him. “Payback for scratching your specs? You wouldn’t, like, let me Venmo you the difference and forget about all this, would you?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe might have smiled, but it was gone before I could be sure. “Don’t worry about it. I think this makes us even.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Taiyō’s actually pretty petty, who’d have guessed.” Noelia’s silver heels halted a few inches from my face. I strained to look up at her. She fished the flash drive out of my clutch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“How did you know I’d be in here?” I asked. “Tailing me this whole time?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No need. I know you better than you think. Eight years later, and you’re still swinging in through windows.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy breath caught. She remembered that? Nine-year-old me had been overly eager to show off to Noelia about how I could scale the walls into any room at the school. Well, any room up to the second floor, at the time. She’d told me it was the coolest thing she’d ever seen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow much else did she remember about me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhatever. It didn’t matter now anyway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSwitching to Japanese, Noelia said something and tossed Taiyō a pair of cuffs from her own purselet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI chuckled, but maybe that was my own frustration bubbling out of me. “You know I can get out of those in twenty seconds, right?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“We’ll see about that.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTaiyō jerked me up. I tried to use the opportunity to step on his foot, hook his leg, or something. But he was prepared, twisting my arm into a painful lock the second I was on my feet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI swallowed an agonized groan, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of a full scream. Taiyō calmly started walking me the handful of steps toward the ledge.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy heart was thundering in my chest. “Hold up—” I tried to plant my feet. With my hands twisted behind my back, I grasped as tight as I could at the fabric of Taiyō’s shirt. If he thought he was throwing me over the edge without getting pulled off himself, he was in for a hell of a last-minute surprise.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe shoved me against the railing. I nearly tripped from that force alone. This time, I couldn’t hold back my scream.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Wait, wait, wait!” Oh god, they were really going to do it. They were going to kill me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI was over the railing. My heels scrambled to balance on the sliver of balcony between the railing bars. But it wasn’t enough. I was facing a free fall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Calm down.” At the last second before my collision course began, a pair of pale arms wrapped under mine, pulling me back. The ground, a merciless drop, was all I could see as my heart pounded in my throat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUntil I felt the cuffs. They clicked around my wrists, locking my hands behind me to one of the railing bars.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI was stuck, facing the plummet, and despite my skill as a contortionist, there was no way I was getting the bobby pins nestled in my braids anywhere near my hands without risking losing my balance. Falling with my wrists pinned behind me would mean dislocating both shoulders and likely snapping both of my wrists too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMaybe the force would crush all the bones in my hand. They’d slip right through the cuffs and . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOh god.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFingers brushed my wrist. I thought Noelia was going for my weapon, but instead she unclipped Devroe’s diamond bracelet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI tried to jerk my wrist away, but the motion only threatened my balance. I had to keep still, doing my best to hold on to the railing behind me with my cuffed hands.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What, you’ve gotta take my jewelry too?” I twisted my neck to get a look behind me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNoelia clipped the bracelet onto her own wrist, admiring its shimmer under the night lights. “I’m much more interested in what’s inside.” She patted my shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep our museum bidder company for you, all right?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow did she know about that in the first place? How did she know about the dose in my bracelet?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStraining to look past her, I realized Taiyō wasn’t wearing proper black tie. In fact, that vest. Was he dressed as a waiter?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt hit me like lightning. “Are you . . . stealing our plan?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNoelia smiled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOh my god, they were.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Devroe’s not just going to let you slide in on his target. He’s going to notice when I don’t come back.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Are you sure?” She shifted the tennis bracelet. Did she really think they could get Devroe with his own trick?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCould they?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNoelia’s clutch buzzed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Game’s over,” Taiyō said. “We should go back down.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNoelia nodded. “I don’t know how you’ll explain this when the guests get back, but try not to slip until then.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI heard her heels moving away and couldn’t help but call out one last time. “Why did you turn me in back at the ski school? Was it because your dad lost to my mom and you hate me because of it? Always been out to impress Daddy, or has the double-cross, fake-friend act always been a Noelia original?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer steps slowed. “You—” She was still for a second, and for some reason, I imagined that look she had staring at Yeriel in the museum, before Adra dragged her away. “I do what I’m told, and I fake for a lot of people, but I never had to fake it for you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith that, she left me. Again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I  twisted my wrists, groaning as the cuffs dug into my skin. Taiyō hadn’t given me much slack. The metal was starting to cut off my circulation. A thief’s nightmare.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhy didn’t I let Auntie dislocate my thumbs when I had the chance?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI scraped and scraped the cuffs against the bars behind me, testing the unlikely possibility that there was a weak spot in the links I could manipulate, but had to freeze whenever my balance got shaky. How long had it been since Noelia and Taiyō left? Probably just a few minutes. But minutes were everything right now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI closed my eyes. \u003ci\u003eYou need to pick the lock, Ross. Just pretend you’re not, like, two hundred feet up.\u003c\/i\u003e Maybe if I crouched just right, I could tilt my head between the rails and dig one of the pins out of my hair.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTaking calming breaths, as calm as breaths can be twenty stories in the air, I tried to lower myself down, but the farther my knees bent, the more my weight shifted forward. I could feel my feet sliding off the ledge.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI straightened back up. Defeated.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor all I knew, Devroe was about to be drugged, and Mylo and Kyung-soon were heading into a trap.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat were the odds this room’s guests would come back soon? Even if I had Devroe’s charisma, I didn’t think I could spin any sort of logical explanation for this.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMinutes passed. Endless, sour, agonizing minutes. The breeze was picking up, taunting me, moving freely, and snapping the hem of my dress. The sand stretching out in the distance looked more and more like the sand back home, just before it slipped under the waves. Only here, instead of meeting the water, it stretched until it met the sky. My heart darkened as I looked at it. After this, I didn’t think I’d ever get to go home. At least, it wouldn’t really be home. Mom was my home, and she was gone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI choked back a sob. How long without contact would it take for her captors to realize that I wasn’t gonna be able to deliver? How long before they stopped answering? How long before her body was sinking away into the ocean somewhere? The last thing she’d ever know was that I failed. I got her into this, and now I’d failed this last-ditch effort to get her out of it. Auntie would know it too, the whole family I’d been so eager to get away from. The family I’d thought wasn’t enough. Maybe I wouldn’t have to go home at all. Maybe they wouldn’t want to see me anymore. I’d go down as the Quest who got another Quest killed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy last few days had been littered with mistakes. I wished I’d been clever enough to realize what they did with the bug. I wished I’d been fast enough to keep Yeriel from being shot. I wished I hadn’t tried to run away from Mom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI wished . . . I’d kissed Devroe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy eyes started to sting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What are you doing?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI startled but kept my footing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe little girl from the elevator, now in polka-dot pajamas, watched me curiously from the next balcony over. A younger boy with the same dark hair peeked out from their ajar balcony door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’m . . .” I fumbled, then shook the cuffs behind me. “I have mean friends.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe little boy whispered something to her. She nodded. “We don’t think they’re your friends.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn spite of everything, I actually laughed. “You’re telling me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe girl said something to her brother, but the wind carried it away. She pointed into their suite. “We’re going to call security to help you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No!” I yelled. She and the boy, who hadn’t made it back inside yet, froze. I could already see the disaster of explaining to security how I’d ended up cuffed to a balcony in a room that wasn’t mine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI cleared my throat. “That’ll take too long. You think you can toss me a bobby pin?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey whispered again. “We can’t throw that far,” she said, tucking a few wind-whipped strands of hair behind her ear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“But you have a dart gun.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey lit up, rushing into their room. A minute later they were back, the boy with a bright orange gun in both hands and the girl with a little pool of foam bullets carried in her shirt. She jammed a bobby pin into each of the three darts, and her brother pressed them into the barrel. The kiddos looked like little soldiers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe boy took aim. I stretched my palm to give him the widest target. He shot, but the wind blew the dart off course. He tried again, but it bounced off the side of the building. Another three times, and he just kept missing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Let me try!” The girl swiped the toy gun from her brother, who whined and crossed his arms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLike a true expert, she dropped to a knee and closed one eye as she took her aim. Slowly, she adjusted for the wind, waited a few seconds, then shot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe dart hit my palm dead center.\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYes.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You got lucky.” I barely heard their argument while I unclicked the cuffs. The second they were off, I rolled back over the railing onto the balcony. 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