psychological thriller full of mystery and suspense.
Audrey left town to start over after her murderous stalker.
But it starts again. Copycat? The real killer?
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Fear sprints down my spine, spinning me into action. My pulse is beating wildly in my ears.
I whirl around. My cell flies out of my hand.
I hear my phone clatter to the floor, but I don’t have time to stop and look for it.
I have to get out of here.
I rush through my apartment, heading for the only exit I have—the front door.
There’s no outline of light around the door, meaning the lights are out in the hall too.
Breaths are panting out of me. Reaching the door in no time, I grab the handle and yank it open.
And a dark figure is standing there.
I don’t scream.
Instead, I yell, “Fire!” at the top of my lungs. Because that always brings people running.
Self-defense class taught me that screaming or calling for help will bring no one. But yell fire—actual danger—and people will come running straight toward it.
Then, I clench my fist and punch upward as hard as I can, upper-cutting, hoping to connect with some part of the person’s body. But it’s dark, and I can’t see a goddamn thing.
I hit bone—chin, I think—and pain explodes in my hand.
I hear a grunt of pain and then, “What the fuck, Audrey!”
I’d once believed that nothing would equal the pain of losing my parents.
I was wrong.
I had barely even begun to process their deaths when it started.
The love notes, flowers, gifts … all anonymously left on my porch.
Then, I opened my door to a dead bird.
At first, I thought it had died naturally.
I knew that wasn’t the case when I found my neighbor’s cat the next day.
Then, the murders started.
The victims … women who looked eerily similar to me.
I had a stalker. A murderous one.
And I had no clue who he was.
He never showed me his face.
Not even when he carved his final message into me.
I survived that night. But my life was over. It had ended the moment Tobias Ripley’s infatuation with me began.
So, I changed my name and moved away.
Now, I live a life of solitude. I don’t make connections with anyone.
Until Jack Canti walks into my life with his sharp eyes and easy smiles.
Only Jack isn’t the man he says he is.
And when the murders start again, I’m left wondering if it’s a copycat.
Or worse …
What if Tobias wasn’t the real killer after all … and the murderer has been right here with me all along?
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Samantha Towle is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author.
A native of Hull, she lives in East Yorkshire with her husband, their son and daughter, three large furbabies and their small grumpy cat.
She is the author of contemporary romances, The Storm Series, The Revved Series, The Wardrobe Series, The Gods Series, and standalones, Trouble, When I Was Yours, The Ending I Want, Unsuitable, Under Her, River Wild, and Sacking the Quarterback which was written with James Patterson. She has also written paranormal romances, The Bringer and The Alexandra Jones Series. With over a million books sold, her titles have appeared in countless bestseller lists, and are currently translated into ten languages.
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