The Resort: A completely addictive and gripping psychological thriller with a heart-stopping twist
β Scribed by Sue Watson
- Book ID
- 110615250
- Publisher
- Bookouture
- Year
- 2022
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 188 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781803142555
- ASIN
- B09WMX13FP
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
When a dream trip becomes your worst nightmareβ¦
Youβve been excited about this getaway for months β at last, a chance to reconnect with your husband at a secluded island resort. But when he unexpectedly calls you from the beach, you hear the urgency in his voice. Something is very wrong.
The beautiful waitress from the restaurant last night has been found lying dead in the sand. And the police want to question your husband about it.
Sure, you saw him glance at her over dinner a few times, but you know he didnβt have anything to do with the poor girlβs death. So why is he asking you to lie to the police that he was with you all night? And where did he go in those missing hours?
When he returns to your beautiful sea-view suite, things get heated and he accuses you of being jealous, just like he always does. Yes, the waitress was overly flirtatious with your husband, but you didnβt actually wish her any harm. Not really.
Can you trust the man you marriedβ¦ or are you the one who canβt be trusted?
π SIMILAR VOLUMES
**I look down at her, lying fast asleep β always my little girl, and so beautiful.** She gives a low moan as her head turns restlessly on the pillow. It reminds me of the soft growl of a cornered animal. **Where is my poor child? What is she dreaming?** People always notice my daughter, Isobel. How
**I look down at her, lying fast asleep οΏ½ always my little girl, and so beautiful.** She gives a low moan as her head turns restlessly on the pillow. It reminds me of the soft growl of a cornered animal. **Where is my poor child? What is she dreaming?**
**I look down at her, lying fast asleep always my little girl, and so beautiful.** She gives a low moan as her head turns restlessly on the pillow. It reminds me of the soft growl of a cornered animal. **Where is my poor child? What is she dreaming?** People always notice my daughter, Isobel. H
Iβll never forget that day. It was blisteringly hot, and I begged our mother for an ice cream. As we left you with Dad, I didnβt know it would be the last time I saw your face. Minutes later, we returned to the end of the pier where we had parked your pushchair. Dad was asleep on a bench, and your l