“ 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