They will be coming soon. They come every night. Snow is falling softly as a young woman takes her last breath. Fifteen miles away, two women sit silently in a dark kitchen. They don't speak, because there is nothing left to be said. Another woman boards a plane to escape the man
Deserve to Die: A psychological thriller with a heart-stopping ending
β Scribed by Miranda Rijks
- Book ID
- 110594670
- Publisher
- Inkubator Books
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 203 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B07VF9QP5Z
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Dom and Stacey have the perfect life. Until they meet Tamara. Brilliant, beautiful, she hides a horrifying secret. One that may destroy them all.
Happily married with two wonderful children, Dom and Stacey are living the dream. He runs a successful design agency, she is finding fame as an author of childrenβs books.
Everything is perfect. But then they meet the mesmerizing Tamara and their lives are changed forever.
Because Tamara is a woman with a plan. She executes it step by step β patient, systematic, methodical.
And as her plan unfolds, Dom and Stacey find their lives slipping out of control. Taking them from heaven into the deepest, darkest hellβ¦
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