Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of bestselling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish.
Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity’s notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn’t expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read. Page after page of bone-chilling admissions, including Verity’s recollection of what really happened the day her daughter died.
Lowen decides to keep the manuscript hidden from Jeremy, knowing its contents would devastate the already grieving father. But as Lowen’s feelings for Jeremy begin to intensify, she recognizes all the ways she could benefit if he were to read his wife’s words. After all, no matter how devoted Jeremy is to his injured wife, a truth this horrifying would make it impossible for him to continue to love her.
5 out of 5 stars
|What in the world did I just read? I’m still trying to process everything so I’m sure this review isn’t even going to make much sense.
I’ve seen people all over my different social medias talking about how messed up and creepy this book was. Even with all of that, all of the shock, all of the confusion, I don’t think I was fully prepared for how creepy and disturbing this book was. My mouth dropped open in shock countless times. I was horrified, disgusted, angry, nauseous…but I couldn’t stop reading. My paranoia grew with Lowen’s throughout the book. She knew something was off but wasn’t able to prove it. She felt like she was imagining things and going crazy. Just…wow.
I didn’t see the twist at the end coming at all. I broke out in goosebumps and shivers and questioned everything I had read up until that point. What’s real? What’s fake? Heck, was any of it real?