Psychological Thriller
By Samantha Downing
Paperback 448 pages
Publisher Penguin (3rd Oct 2019)
'A genuinely fresh take on the psychological thriller genre. Expect dark humour and more loop-the-loops than a roller coaster.' Good Housekeeping
What a gem of a book this turned out to be. Not only do we have a serial killer; we have two. Not only do we have two serial killers; we have a married couple who are serial killers. Can this book get any crazier? You bet it can!
I really enjoyed this book. Fast-paced and with two very interesting characters at the heart of the action, it puts a new spin on the serial killer genre. As far as murders go, the descriptions weren't particularly vivid or gory, but the plot does make for uncomfortable reading at times. I thought it was refreshing, suspenseful and well-written. I look forward to seeing what author Samantha Downing produces next.
Book Source: Review copy from the publisher
Rating ⭐⭐⭐⭐
📗The Blurb
Every marriage has secrets. Everyone has flaws. Your wife isn't perfect - you know that - but then again nor are you.
But now a serial killer is on the loose in your small town, preying on young women. Fear is driving your well-behaved young daughter off the rails, and you find yourself in bed late at night, looking at the woman who lies asleep beside you.
Because you thought you knew the worst about her. The truth is you know nothing at all.
📘The Author
Born in the Bay Area and now living in the Big Easy, I consider both to be home. Along the way I went to school, worked a few jobs and learned a thing or two. Throughout it all, I wrote. Never studied writing, it's just a hobby that grew into a passion. A dozen books later, my first novel will be published in 2019. My Lovely Wife is not the first one I wrote, it's the first one I submitted (trust me, the other eleven are terrible).
When I was a kid, my mom brought me to the library every two weeks. I checked out a stack of new books and new worlds. The best thing was becoming so absorbed in a book I couldn’t put it down. I walked around with it in front of my face, I took it to the bathroom, the kitchen, the book came with me wherever I went. I tripped, ran into walls and stubbed my toes because I never watched where I was going.
This is why I write. I want to tell stories that make people walk into walls.
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