Oct 232020
 

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This week’s Fill-Ins:

  1. I might______________________.
  2. I want to ________________________ before fall is over.
  3. If my house were haunted, _________.
  4. _________ is the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me.

My answers:

  1. I might be able to sit on the deck today and read because of the weather.

  2. I want to cook my large batches of chicken soup, red meat gravy, and other dishes to freeze for us and to send care packages to my son before fall is over.

  3. If my house were haunted, I hope it’s with family members that have passed.

  4. When I was 8 and my family was part of a sting for months at the request of the state police is the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me.

Oct 212020
 

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Emergency Powers

by James McCrone

on Tour October 1-31, 2020

Synopsis:

Emergency Powers by James McCrone

The accidental president is no accident. The investigation that was FBI Agent Imogen Trager’s undoing may be the key to stopping a brutal, false flag terrorist attack meant to tighten a puppet president’s grip on power.

Emergency Powers will delight mystery and thriller fans (“Great for fans of Brad Meltzer, David Baldacci.” –Publishers Weekly) And politics junkies will enjoy the ripped-from-the-headlines urgency. But it’s about more than the headlines. And darker. A story of corruption and redemption, achieved at enormous personal cost, featuring FBI Agent Imogen Trager: “a memorable protagonist—as tough as she is smart.” (Kirkus Review)  Indeed, “Three tough female characters steal the show: FBI agents Vega, Sartain, and Trager. Overall, the power dynamics of these women…are something special.” (T. LIEBERMAN, Independent Book Review)

As the story begins, Imogen is haunted—and sidelined—by a case she couldn’t solve. When the president dies in office, she knows that the conspiracy she chased down a blind alley still has life in it—and she needs to get back in the hunt. As bodies pile up and leads go cold, the main target from that old case reaches out to her. He’s still at large, and now he needs protection. Imogen doesn’t trust him, and it’s not only because he’s offering intel that sounds too good to be true. He’s already tried to kill her once.

Set in D.C., Seattle and small town America, Emergency Powers is a story of corruption and redemption, achieved at enormous personal cost.

“A high-stakes political thriller that feels so chillingly true, you pray it’s not”—TOM STRAW, seven-time NYT bestselling author, as Richard Castle

“RECOMMENDED” – Kate Robinson, US Review of Books

“Compelling, heart-pounding and thoroughly intriguing…”— STEPHEN MACK JONES, August Snow, Lives Laid Away

“Keen portraits of true patriotism—and the courage that drives it.” —  ART TAYLOR, The Boy Detective & The Summer of ’74

Book Details:

Genre: Suspense-Thriller
Published by: James McCrone
Publication Date: October 1, 2020
Number of Pages: 300
ISBN: 9780999137727 (9780999137734)
Series: An Imogen Trager Thriller
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Author Bio:

James McCrone

James McCrone has a Master of Fine Arts degree from the University of Washington, in Seattle. He’s a member of Crime Writers of America (NY Chapter), Sisters in Crime (DE-Valley Chapter), Int’l Assoc. of Crime Writers, Philadelphia Dramatists Center and Int’l Thriller Writers.

He’s the author of Faithless Elector and Dark Network, the first two Imogen Trager “Noirpolitik” suspense-thrillers about a stolen presidency. The third Imogen Trager thriller, EMERGENCY POWERS, is due out in late September, 2020. His short story, “Numbers Don’t Lie” will appear in the anthology Low Down Dirty Vote, Vol.2 (M. Berry, ed.), out on July 4, 2020.

A Pacific Northwest native, he now lives in Philadelphia with his wife and three adult children.

James’s work explores characters pitted against forces larger than themselves. Both on an off the page, he’s fascinated with politics and issues of social responsibility and justice.

Q&A with James McCrone

Welcome and thank you for stopping by CMash Reads

What was the inspiration for this book?

Great question! The character of Imogen Trager, the heroine of Emergency Powers, inspired me and fired me up. She grabbed me and demanded that I “listen” to her and pay attention. She’s smart, engaged and driven – and you’d do well to do as she says (ha ha :).
I’m grateful that those qualities are something a lot of the early reviews have picked up on. Imogen’s been marginalized at the FBI, and I was looking for a way to examine the current political climate and how it came about, not as a screed, or a polemic, but as an examination of what’s going on now. I saw and “heard” her as the perfect foil to the conspirators.
No homework required!

Do you draw from personal experiences and/or current events?

I do draw from current events. But it’s less about what’s happening right now, and more about what it might mean—now and in the future. There’s certainly a ripped-from-the-headlines urgency to what happens in these pages, but it’s much more than headlines about things people think they know. And it’s darker. The book isn’t about the current administration—or any administration, but what could happen if we took our eye off the ball, so to speak. As long ago as the year 2000, I was unsettled by some of the anti-democracy rhetoric I was hearing, and I knew that Imogen would want to expose and put a stop to it all. Because if she doesn’t, none of us will recognize the nation.

Are any of your characters based on people that you know?

No. In fact the disclaimer at the beginning of the book says that “anyone who thinks they recognize a real person in the characters presented here is paying the author an extravagant compliment.” 
• Certainly, there’s an element of myself in Imogen—I’ve forced myself to think about the times I’ve been marginalized or not heard. And I’ve put those feelings and impressions through the prism of her character.
• That being said, I see people—on the street, in the cafes—or I hear them talk, and I use bits and pieces—the way someone holds a pen, a bizarre haircut, a supercilious manner. And I use it. The constraints of writing characters who seem real in the situations in which they find themselves means that you have to make decisions about who they are, and once you start doing that, even if you began by “drawing” someone from real life, you change them. The needs of the story change them.

Your routine when writing? Any idiosyncrasies?

I write pretty much full time, 9-5. I sit in my room, type my little conspiracies and occasionally venture out for supplies. It’s not that different from lockdown, frankly. I can’t listen to music while working because I find it’s too distracting, and it’s terrible if someone out on the sidewalk in front of the house is having a conversation, because it’ll intrude on my writing, too.
Ideally, each day, I’ve done whatever business there is to do, got caught up on email, social media, and so on, before 9 or 10am. And then I write until noon-ish. I take an hour break and get back to it. Then I take a break at about 3, and run on until 5.

The strange thing is that much of what I write in the morning is terrible—and terribly frustrating! I’ve tried not writing until after lunch, thinking, I’d jump right in. But it doesn’t work. It’s the price I pay for the afternoon to be productive.
I also do the shopping and the cooking for our household, so if I have to go out, I do it as early in the morning as I can, so I can keep to schedule.

Tell us why we should read your book?

Emergency Powers is that delightful discovery—a tense, timely thriller with canny political insight and strong, complex characters. It’s well written, well researched and seamlessly crafted. It has that ripped-from-the-headlines urgency, the insider’s look a lot of readers crave.
But it’s the three tough female characters who steal the show and will stay with you. Imogen is complex and driven. She’s brave, not because she’s foolhardy, but because she must be. Her friendships are complex, too. Her only real allies in the Bureau are Special Agent in Charge Amanda Vega and Special Agent Annette (“Nettie”) Sartain, both of whom disliked her at first. Both come to like her. And to respect her.

Are you working on your next novel? If so, can you tell us a little bit about it?

I can’t say too much, but it’s another thriller, this time set outside the US, in Scotland. It deals with the Scottish Independence referendum and Brexit. I’m afraid that’s all I can say now. I’m almost done with the first draft, and I’m pretty excited about it.

What are you reading now?

I just finished Meg Gardiner’s Dark Corners of the Night, and Blacktop Wasteland, by SA Cosby, and before that I was on a Philip Kerr jag. My wife got me four of his Bernie Gunther novels for Father’s Day. I have a massive TBR pile next to the bed.

Fun Questions:
Your novel will be a movie. Who would you cast?

I think Jessica Chastain would be perfect as Imogen. She has just the right level of simmering restraint—and the red hair!  She, like Imogen, radiates a calm, self-assuredness.
• Vega could be played by Paulina Gaitan (she was in “Narcos” and “Sin Nombre”) or Natalia Cordova-Buckley (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) – someone tough, but not hard-hearted. Clare-Hope Ashitey (Seven Seconds) might be a good Nettie. For Calder, I think Kevin McKidd or Dominic West.
• Having made my choices, I have to say: I know nothing about casting. I decided this was true after watching Amadeus, the film about Mozart. I really admire this film, but think about it:
The kid from Animal House plays Mozart? The principal from Ferris Beuhler’s Day Off is Emperor Joseph? If you’d asked me, I’dve said, never in a million years. And yet they’re perfect in the roles.

Favorite leisure activity/hobby>?

Cooking, reading, dancing (though there hasn’t been much of that since March). My wife and I will occasionally dance in the living room or out on our back patio. Fortunately, the children are grown and moved out, so there’s far less criticism or cringing than in years past. 

Favorite meal?
• I worked in restaurants for more than 15 years, and I love cooking and food far too much to limit myself. I have the waistline to prove it!
There is basically nothing I don’t like. Sure, there are things I prefer over others, but unless you’re offering me sea cucumber sushi, or dried jellyfish, or that Sicilian cheese with live bugs in it, I’m probably going to eat it and enjoy it.
• My favorite thing is to cook seasonally. With what’s available now. Mid-summer to late fall is the best time. So much to choose from!
The meal I’m going to make in a couple nights is pretty close to my heart for that reason. I’m making dinner for some friends (we’ll be eating outside), and I’ll probably serve gazpacho soup to start, and sautéed scallops with pasta al pesto (the basil from my back garden) and some broad Roma beans. Ripe fruit for dessert (maybe a blueberry pie).

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Read an excerpt:

Friday, March 10

Seattle, Washington

1

Just before 5am, FBI Agent Imogen Trager gave a low growl and reached for the phone, buzzing officiously on the nightstand. She sat on the edge of the bed she shared with Duncan Calder, glowering at it as her eyes focused in the dark. Fixing a strand of red hair behind her ear, she scrolled through texts and posts from colleagues and friends. Her anger turned from dismay to sickening fear.

“Duncan!” She shook him awake and handed him the phone. He sat up and took it, scanning the news, instantly awake.

Imogen rose and picked her way to the living room in the dark where she turned on the television. The piercing glare of the screen stung the murky Northwest morning. Some 3,700 miles away, Vice President Robert Moore approached a phalanx of microphones, manfully fighting back tears:

“My fellow Americans,” he said, “it is my sad duty to confirm that Diane Redmond, the President of the United States, is dead.”

Bob Moore, a towering figure in person, looked small on screen, standing in the rain under a canopy of black umbrellas at the entrance to Walter Reed Medical Center. Duncan joined Imogen in the darkness, and she reached for his hand.

They stared, dumbfounded, as Moore continued: “Her doctors have informed me”—here he paused to clear his throat—“that the cause of death is believed to be a heart attack; that it was sudden and fatal. A full autopsy is underway, and it will give us a clearer picture. Our prayers go out to her family and loved ones.

“The Chief Justice has administered the Oath of Office to me here in the presence of cabinet members and hospital staff. The preservation of our great nation’s interests, its security and the continuity of government are assured.”

Duncan turned to Imogen: “Is it starting again?”

“I don’t think it ever stopped,” she brooded, her green eyes smoldering. “We failed. We didn’t cut the head off the snake.” Fury rose within her, sharp and raw like nausea.

Duncan handed her back the phone. It continued buzzing as reporters swarmed, asking for a quote from her as the public and photogenic face of the Faithless Elector investigation. She’d learned her lesson there and declined each call.

Their texted questions—the ones she bothered to read—were, as usual, off the mark: Would the Faithless Elector task force be revived to look into the President’s death? Would unanswered questions from the investigation strengthen or weaken support for the new President? Regarding the first: the task force was alive, if not well, she thought, and at any rate, she’d be one of the last to know about any official changes or developments. As to the second: Take a fucking a poll.

None of them asked the real questions—the ones she needed answered: Was this the final move of the conspiracy she had chased madly into a blind alley? If so, how had the dark network assassinated a President inside the White House? Who was moving the pieces, and what were the next moves? Most pressing: How would she get herself back in the hunt? From her phone, she deleted the draft email bearing the resignation she had planned to send on Monday morning.

Dawn was still some two hours away as Calder sat down on the couch next to her. “So you won’t be resigning, I take it,” he observed.

“No,” she said, not looking up from her notebook.

“How will you begin?”

She looked up. “We were digging in the wrong place. I’m going to go back over the associates and links we’ve established, see where or how any of them point at Bob Moore.”

“So Moore digging, eh?” he quipped.

Imogen sighed. She loved him, but how was he able to have distance at a moment like this? she wondered. She eyed him wearily. “Duncan, I’m going to get stonewalling from Nettie at the office about this new direction. I’m—”

He held up a hand. “What will you do?” He looked at her notebook. “And who’s Carla?”

“I’m going back to the data.”

“You’ve gotten nowhere with that,” said Calder acidly.

“Because we were looking at it in relation to other actors. Not Moore. And Carla’s not a who, but a what—short for ‘CARLA F BAD’: Character, Associates, Reputation, Loyalty, Ability, Finances, Bias, Alcohol, Drugs. It’s what you look at in a security clearance, among other things. It helps define spheres of influence and interaction. The disclosure dossiers on the men who’ve been working directly under Moore will have looked precisely at these CARLA factors. And I want to look at them, too. And his associates. So I’ll go backward, this time with Moore in mind. I want to look at his campaign finances. Who funded him early on in the race? Who else was involved or associated? Maybe something jumps out at me. Maybe that’ll point me in a direction.”

“It’s a lot of maybes, ’Gen.” He scratched at his iron gray hair.

“It’s where I’ll start. There’s always a gap in the armor somewhere. The really hard part is that I can’t just request materials the regular way through regular channels without telegraphing what I’m trying to do.”

“Or looking like you’re still part of the Faithless Elector case.”

She nodded and looked at him uncertainly. “And…I think I should cut this weekend short, if I can get a flight back to D.C.”

“I’m wondering what you’re still doing here,” he said.

Imogen leaned in and kissed him.

On the East Coast it was early morning, but across much of the country the sun was still not up. In the darkness, the announcement of Redmond’s death in office set off a series of moves seemingly unconnected and largely unremarked, as pawns were sacrificed and battle pieces were moved into place for the final gambit.

Rocky Mountains

Snow lit by headlights split the darkness, blinding the Highway patrolman who waited for the tow truck to pull out a car buried in the snow. Working in the dark about 14 miles west-by-southwest of Aspen, Colorado, the tow truck was having a difficult time dragging the car out. In what must have been whiteout conditions, the car had plunged through a guardrail and into the ravine.

As the patrolman stood at the side of the road waiting for the winch operator to do his work, he took off his right glove to read an alert on his phone. Speechless, he watched the news clip of now-President Moore at the hospital. Bewildered, numb—and not just from the cold—he stared over the still-dark, bleak expanse of mountains.

“Damn,” said the winch operator, breaking the patrolman’s reverie. The contorted steel shell of a car came into view and slowly ascended backwards up the steep hill. “You guys close Route 82 for more than half the year. Maybe you should think about closing this one, too.”

“We serve and protect,” the patrolman countered. “We can’t protect them from their own stupidity.”

Maricopa, California

Ninety-five miles northwest of Los Angeles, near Bakersfield, west of where the lush groves of San Emidio return to desert, police had responded to a call reporting shots fired.

The bodies of four men lay strewn around the living room and kitchen of a battered, double-wide trailer home, victims of an apparent drug deal gone bad. Even before forensics got to work, it was obvious the house had been used as a meth lab. An acrid stench burned the eyes and throats of the responding officers, who quickly backed out and awaited the Kern County forensics team.

As two officers sat in a squad car in the dark guarding the site, news reached them of the death of the president. They watched Moore at Walter Reed on the lieutenant’s phone. The death of these four drug dealers now seemed even less important. Desultorily, they searched the onboard police computer for information about the four corpses. Two of them had arrest records, known agitators and members of a border vigilante group.

“Right,” the lieutenant said to the patrolman. “Illegally funded law and order.”

“For some,” the officer added.

In Seattle, Imogen packed her bags, while fewer than six miles away but as blind to one another as opposite sides of the same coin, a sleek Eclipse 500 jet touched down at Boeing Field. The light jet taxied rapidly in the damp winter darkness, coming to an abrupt stop on a dimly lit portion of the tarmac at the north end of the field.

The hiss of its engines became a plaintive whistle as the doors popped open and two young men, Dan Cardoso and Eric Janssen, ran down the steps. They immediately turned round and helped close the stairs. But for this gesture of help, anyone witnessing their arrival—and no one did—might have mistaken them for two young executives returning from a casual outing.

Its doors sealed once more, the small jet in the tan-on-beige livery of Flintlock Industries, pushed on, the whistle of its engines discordantly climbing the scale as it taxied away. Cardoso and Janssen walked toward their cars parked just outside a chain link fence, fist-bumping as they separated at the gate.

“See you April 20,” Janssen said.

Cardoso gave a thumbs-up as he turned away. Though the tarmac was deserted, the bravado exchange was a crucial performance. They had each been schooled in the need for watchfulness—especially of one another. Any sign of dissent, hint of doubt or fading spirit should be reported.

Alone for the first time in more than 24 hours, each man allowed himself to think about what had just happened. On orders, they’d dispatched the members of a cell near Bakersfield, California, much like their own, though a failing one according to their handler. Although they had kept their misgivings to themselves, each had arrived at the same conclusion: when given a list of people marked for death, the quickest way to get your name added to the list was to refuse or even question the job. Each ruminated on the final step to come, and whether they would receive their just, or their eternal, reward.

Before their cars were started, and as Imogen zipped her suitcase closed, the light jet was in the air, headed east to another rendezvous.

2

Reactions to the death of the President were swift across the nation and the political spectrum. Imogen, now waiting at the airport gate, had inadvertently seated herself between two television monitors, each tuned to a different 24-hour news channel. They faced each other, across her and the political divide. At times, they seemed to be arguing with each other, and she found herself glancing back and forth like someone watching a tennis match. Travelers congregated silently at screens large and small throughout the terminal.

The remarkable unanimity of official emotion on television and across social media made it seem that everyone in Washington had been issued the same talking points memo: Redmond was praised for her “integrity,” her “dignity” and “strength,” each promising to uphold the unity she had embodied and to deliver on her legacy while offering support to Moore. There were, Imogen noted, still a few unfilled cabinet positions left. Snapchat, she mused tartly, seemed like a better venue for all the disposable preening and jockeying.

The news was rife with speculation about what had befallen President Redmond, and what a new Moore administration might look like. Between the two televisions and along the political spectrum, while politicians hewed to their “unity in adversity” tropes, the talking heads seemed to be going through their own peculiar stages of grief: conservative hosts, when not in denial about the larger implications, presented with over-modulated anger; whereas mainstream pundits registered shock and dismay, their interviews with Democratic leaders manifesting pain, and above all bargaining. Only religious leaders seemed to have progressed to acceptance and hope, anointing Moore as one demonstrably chosen by Providence. In all cases, speculation was rampant, and there were no facts in evidence, save the obvious—Redmond was dead and Moore was president.

Bob Moore was taciturn by nature, the pundits opined. He had a reputation for bloodless pronouncements, heavy on procedure and mindful of every political angle, earning him the ironic nickname “ad lib Bob.” But on the campaign trail, and during the contested fight for the Presidency, they noted, he had been a different man. All dispassion spent, he became a man of conviction. It remained to be seen, the pundits agreed, as to which version of Moore would prevail now that he was President.

***

Excerpt from Emergency Powers by James McCrone. Copyright 2020 by James McCrone. Reproduced with permission from James McCrone. All rights reserved.

 

 

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The Girl In The Mirror by Rose Carlyle
Genre: Psychological Fiction
Published by William Morrow
Publication Date: October 15, 2020
ASIN : B083JLX7NS
Pages: 300
Review Copy From: Publisher via NetGalley
Edition: Kindle
My Rating: 3.5/4

Synopsis (via GR)

Written with the chilling, twisty suspense of The Wife Between Us and Something in the Water, a seductive debut thriller about greed, lust, secrets, and deadly lies involving identical twin sisters.

Twin sisters Iris and Summer are startlingly alike, but beyond what the eye can see lies a darkness that sets them apart. Cynical and insecure, Iris has long been envious of Summer’s seemingly never-ending good fortune, including her perfect husband Adam.

Called to Thailand to help her sister sail the family yacht to the Seychelles, Iris nurtures her own secret hopes for what might happen on the journey. But when she unexpectedly finds herself alone in the middle of the Indian Ocean, everything changes. When she makes it to land, Iris allows herself to be swept up by Adam, who assumes that she is Summer.

Iris recklessly goes along with his mistake. Not only does she finally have the golden life she’s always envied, with her sister gone, she’s one step closer to the hundred-million-dollar inheritance left by her manipulative father. All Iris has to do is be the first of his seven children to produce an heir.

Iris’s “new” life lurches between glamorous dream and paranoid nightmare. On the edge of being exposed, how far will she go to ensure no one discovers the truth?

And just what did happen to Summer on the yacht?

Only Iris knows . . .

My Thoughts

One hundred million dollars is on the line to produce the first heir.

Summer and Iris Carmichael, mirror twins, are the oldest of the 7 children. Iris always felt that Summer had it all, beauty inside and out, kindness, married to a man who is wealthy by his own right, whereas Iris has one failed marriage and only had her eye on the prize. How far will she go?

I found that the plot was suspenseful throughout which kept me turning the pages. And for that, I gave it 4 stars. However, I found that there was a lot of nauticalese. And the ending was shocking, but for me, very confusing, to the point, that I didn’t truly know who received the money and for that, I gave it a 3.5 rating.

I do recommend it as I feel others that like a good psychological thriller, would enjoy it.

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    Mailbox Monday

    According to Marcia, “Mailbox Monday is the gathering place for readers to share the books that came into their house last week. Warning: Mailbox Monday can lead to envy, toppling TBR piles and humongous wish lists.

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    Sunday:

    The Perfect Secret by Steena Holmes~ eBook from free Amazon download
    Tuesday:
    Ruby Falls by Carol Goodrich Royce ~ eBook from Post Hill Press via NetGalley
    Wednesday:
    The Betrayal by Terry Lynn Thomas ~ eBook from HQN/Harper Collins via NetGalley
    Thursday:
    Pretty Little Wife by Darby Kane ~ eBook from Harper Collins via NetGalley

    Oct 132020
     

    To Tell You The Truth by Gilly Macmillan
    Genre: Psychological Thriller
    Published by William Morrow
    Publication Date: September 22, 2020
    ASIN: B081FDHZYZ
    Pages: 320
    Review Copy From: William Morrow via NetGalley
    Edition: Kindle
    My Rating: 4

    Synopsis (via GR)

    The acclaimed author of The Nanny, The Perfect Girl, and What She Knew—“a writer to watch” (Publishers Weekly)—returns with another serpentine thriller that is a potent blend of atmosphere, tarnished memories, mystery, and twisty secrets from the past.

    Bestselling mystery writer Lucy Harper’s talent for invention has given her fame, fortune, and an army of adoring readers. It has also saddled her with dependents, namely her fawning husband Dan.

    When Dan suddenly goes missing, his disappearance evokes dark memories that take Lucy back more than thirty years—to the day her brother vanished without a trace. That’s when Lucy began conjuring stories. The police investigation revealed few confirmed details, so she created tales to fill in the gaps, to explain what happened that day her brother disappeared—and young Lucy was the only witness.

    Now decades later, with the whole world watching, Lucy’s past and present are colliding, and this bestselling author skilled in telling stories is losing control of her own narrative.

    Where is Dan? What happened to Lucy’s brother? And is the brilliant mystery writer—an expert in devising red herrings and hidden clues—revealing all she knows about both disappearances?

    With twists and turns, Gilly Macmillan reveals the answers in this clever and compulsively readable mystery sure to thrill fans of Ruth Ware and Shari LaPena.

    My Thoughts

    Lucy Harper is a bestselling author, even though her husband Dan had hoped, for many years, that he would be the one with that moniker. Now he is Lucy’s assistant, financial dependent, and number 1 fan. Or is he?

    Lucy hasn’t told anyone what happened 30 years ago, that was until the night when a little bit of wine opened her up to her husband. About the past, that she has hidden all these years. About the night when she was 9 and snuck out of her house with her 3-year-old brother into the Stoke Woods where people were celebrating the summer solstice. So engrossed in what she was seeing, she had lost track of Teddy and he was gone. In the weeks and months that followed, Teddy’s disappearance had never been solved, even to this day.

    After reading The Nanny and I Know You Know, giving each 5 stars, I was looking forward to reading this book. I struggled with the rating for this book between 3 or 4 stars.

    I found it to start slow but then the tempo with the suspense definitely picked up whereas the pages kept turning because I had to see where this was going, which is why I gave it 4 stars. But then there were aspects of the story that didn’t resonate with me. I also found the ending to be disappointing in what happened in both the past and present.

    If I could have, I would have given this a 3.5 rating. Or maybe it was because once I started it, I had to put it down a lot due to adulting tasks, and maybe lost the flow of the story because of it. However, I will definitely pick up her next book.

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