A cracker of a debut novel.
Domestic noir at its best . . . will leave your heart pounding days after the final pages are finished.
A real page-turner.
Hard to put down.
Liz Crichton, That's Life
Brimming with suspense.
The pace and tension are spot on.
Shelley Orchard, Adelaide Advertiser
Domestic noir at its best, this work of fiction will leave your heart pounding days after the final pages are finished.
a heart-pounding novel
If you go by the calendar, it’s already spring. Yet winter hovers over us in a perpetual chill. They say it was the coldest winter in years. To be honest I don’t remember much of it. The season went by in a haze of pills and numbness.
I’m afraid to think what would have become of me if I hadn’t stumbled across my running shoes packed away in a shoebox in the back shelf of my closet. They reminded me that I’m better than this; that I’m a survivor. I put them on and went running for the first time in months. I’ve jogged every day since.
Even this morning I run, though it’s drizzling and I’m exhausted. Running is the only way I know to ease the dread that has gnawed at me ever since Matt and I argued last night. It was a vicious, barb-filled fight that made me feel our marriage was teetering on the edge of a precipice. When I finally fell asleep my dreams were strange and unsettling, permeated by lashing wind and rain crackling on the slate driveway. I woke feeling bereft.Continue Reading