The Blurb:
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 the night their family was forever altered.
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.
My Thoughts:
I’d say the genre is sort of romantic suspense, but really, it’s a total mindfuck. The story is told through the eyes of two people, but not the two you might expect. Rather than hearing from Jeremy and Lowen, the usual guy/girl pairing, it’s Lowen and Verity who take centre stage, present vs. past.
The story starts off in New York where Lowen meets Jeremy at the scene of a car accident, but soon moves to Verity’s slightly creepy house, where she’s bedridden and receives round-the-clock nursing care. And…nothing is as it seems. I’m not going to say more because I think you deserve to experience this messed-up story in all its glory without getting any spoilers. Just read it. You’ll thank me later.
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