Synopses & Reviews
Murder, sex and intrigue, this book will keep you guessing.Rich and famous? How the other half live doesn't even come close Always looking over her shoulder, anxiety levels soaring, Frankie welcomes her return to the family madhouse, with its familiar ribbing and insults. The chance to take her mind off what still feels so raw, so recent in her screwed-up life. Filling her time with lots of things to do but no thinking time - that had to be good. But then there's the gentle reminder of those dreaded emails, the feeling of being watched.Never far away, pain is always lurking beneath the surface. A random shooting? Unlikely . . . And it's only a matter of time before she'll have to face it, grieve for her losses and deal with the constant fear that follows her. But is she ready to go there? Can she really be responsible for his death? Something prickles her memory, her fears very real . . . Then the penny drops. A shared past.Her stomach jumping like a grasshopper on speed and used to faking it, her past fears come back to haunt her, having witnessed something no child ever should. Their relationship fiery and strained, can she learn to trust Dev? Always relied on to be the one who centres her, he throws her off-centre completely. A complication she really doesn't need, will the cold light of day become her great leveller? Or will she succumb?As for Dev, photographer at large - pals? Who is he kidding His affection for Frankie goes much further . . . her voice an arrow to the groin. But will she ever think of him as anything but a "brother"? Or is he doomed to remain just a shoulder to cry on?