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In 2010, Brooke Lowry, Carrie Hollis, and Eve Shay were inseparable. But on the Fourth of July, Eve vanished—her case never solved. Brooke moved away, but Carrie couldn’t let go, her obsession driving her to become the Chief of Police. Now, fifteen years later, just as Carrie is about to close Eve’s case for good, an anonymous call provides a chilling new lead. And–within days–a man’s body is hauled in by a fishing boat. His murder is linked to a hotel a few miles away–where the guest in the room next door was none other than Brooke Lowry.

A tired old seaside town hiding a series of unsolved arson attacks. A derelict mansion in the woods with a long-buried secret. A bundle of old love letters that mask a dark story. When Jamie's documentary investigation gets too close to uncovering the truth behind a series of deadly arson attacks that tormented Abbeywick in the 1980s, her family might be the ones who pay the price. But for her younger sister, Cleo, the secrets Jamie uncovers have the potential to get exactly what Cleo wants: to remove her mum's toxic new husband from their lives, forever.

When Kenzi wakes up in a rarely used wing of her family's historic mansion, she knows something is wrong. Her sleepwalking has returned, but this time, it's more dangerous—and she's waking up farther from her own bed. As her nightly wanderings grow more frequent, her family scrambles to protect her. Then they uncover an unsettling photograph of Millie Brannon, an ancestor who looks eerily like Kenzi, with a haunting accusation scrawled on the back. Nearly a century ago, Millie too roamed these halls in her sleep, only to wake up covered in blood.

When Jake Meredith is arrested for the murder of his wife, he's adamant he isn't guilty, even though her blood is all over his hands and his prints are on the murder weapon. He has no memory of attacking her. His solicitor brother claims Jake is a sleepwalker, and he is sent to a revolutionary new sleep clinic for assessment. Jake is convinced he didn’t kill his wife, and is intent on finding answers. But locked away in a clinic, he’s impeded at every turn. Is his incarceration accidental, or part of a larger web of lies?

The instant Sunday Times and Kindle #1 bestseller! Book 1 in the Cristy Ward series A triple murder. A mother, her daughter and a family friend, are brutally killed at Kellon Manse one quiet summer’s day. A young girl disappears and has not been seen since. One suspect. All fingers point to...

Don’t miss the instant Sunday Times bestseller starring true crime podcast host Cristy Ward from the author of Nothing to See Here! Book 2 in the Cristy Ward series They raised her. Nurtured her. And lied about everything. They told Sadie she was adopted. They gave her a home and showered her...

In the vein of Lucy Foley’s chilling, atmospheric mysteries, a compulsive, psychological thriller about a group of old university friends whose seaside reunion will end in betrayal and murder. Five old friends . . . One reunion to die for After years apart, old college friends Aline, Sienna...

Heather thought she’d been left behind in life, until she won a place in the luxurious ‘Triple F’ lottery, where fame, fortune and followers await 12 lucky winners. The rules are simple: live the lifestyle of your dreams and win £5,000 a week for the rest of your life, plus six months of fame on the country’s most popular app – as long as you’re not bottom of the rankings. Lose your followers, and you lose everything. But there’s trouble in paradise.

Finn and Kaz are about to meet for the first time. Ten-year-old Finn, a quirky, sensitive boy who talks a lot and eats only at cafes with a five-star hygiene rating, is having a tough time at school and home. Outspoken Kaz, 59, who has an acerbic sense of humour and a heart of gold, is working at the café when Finn and his mum come in. They don't know it yet, but the second time they meet will be a moment which changes both of their lives forever....

I know many things about Larissa. I know what she eats, which must-have brands she applies to her face, and the price of each carefully selected ‘piece’ in her multi-million-pound home in Belgravia. Because Ris, as she is known to her many followers, likes to share. And now I’m here, in her home, watching her every move. Entrusted with her secrets and running her diary from the bijou basement flat, I’m on hand to fulfil Ris’ every need. Her right-hand woman. But what she doesn’t know is why I’m really here.