β Scribed by Bruce, Camilla
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
You Let Me Indelivers a stunning tale from debut author Camilla Bruce, combining the sinister domestic atmosphere of Gillian Flynn'sSharp Objectswith the otherwordly thrills of Neil Gaiman'sThe Ocean at the End of the Lane.**
Cassandra Tipp is dead...or is she?
After all, the notorious recluse and eccentric bestselling novelist has always been prone to flights of fancy--everyone in town remembers the shocking events leading up to Cassie's infamous trial (she may have been acquitted, but the insanity defense only stretches so far).
Cassandra Tipp has left behind no body--just her massive fortune, and one final manuscript.
Then again, there are enough bodies in her past--her husband Tommy Tipp, whose mysterious disembowelment has never been solved, and a few years later, the shocking murder-suicide of her father and brother.
Cassandra Tipp will tell you a story--but it will come with a terrible price. What really happened, out there in the woods--and who has Cassie been protecting all along? Read on, if you dare...
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