It was their darkest secret. Three schoolgirls made a promise – to take the horrible truth of what they did to the grave.
Thirty years later, Beth and Sally have tried to put the trauma behind them. Though Carol has distanced herself from her former friends, the three are adamant that the truth must never come to light, even if the memory still haunts them.
But when some shocking news threatens to unearth their dark secret, Beth enlists the help of private investigator Matthew Hill to help her and Sally reconnect with estranged Carol – before the terrible act they committed as teenagers is revealed.
Beth wishes she could take back the vow they made.
But somebody is watching and will stop at nothing to ensure the secret stays buried. Now, with her beloved family in peril, can Beth still keep the promise?
I received a copy of this book from Thomas &Mercer via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
An unexpected event brings a terrible secret to the forefront of Beth’s mind, although her life since teenage has been blighted by the promise, she and her two friends made. Told mainly from Beth’s point of view this is a domestic rather than psychological thriller. The present-day story centres around her family and friends and is more of a suspenseful family drama.
Two further points of view are also key to the story, Carol, one of Beth’s school friends and Mathew, the private detective she and her friend Sally hire to find Carol.
The promise and the secret it protects isn’t revealed until two- thirds through the book, although there are clues before this. The late reveal doesn’t spoil the story, which explores Beth, Carol and Sally’s state of mind as the weight of keeping the promise intensifies. The plot is clever and there are two unexpected twists, which impact significantly on the characters and outcome of the story. These are believable but do stray away from the original storyline.
This story lacks the menacing undertone necessary for a psychological thriller, but it still an absorbing read, as the women struggle with their promise, their mental health and the truth’s they have denied for too many years. The ending is realistic and satisfying but it is the sadness of this story that resonates and makes it worth reading.
The second she sees Mr Oh-So-Delicious, Jennifer Hayes knows she needs one night of crazy. No names, no strings, no rules. Except that Jennifer’s naughty one-nighter is actually Marcus Wright—her new business partner! Now they’re mixing business with all kinds of pleasure. But when it comes to falling in love her sexy Mr Wright is either Mr Wrong or the best mistake of her life…
I received a copy of this book from Mills&Boon via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
#Dare books always score top marks for hot and steamy romance and uber glamorous couples, but sometimes its hard to believe the situations they find themselves in. ‘Mr One-Night Stand’ creates the right set of circumstances for it to be believable, and that makes it so enjoyable to read.
Marcus is losing patience waiting for a business client, Jennifer is at her wits end with her business partner, who is late for a meeting. Neither are looking for the instant sexual attraction they experience as they lay eyes on each other. The quick progression of their encounter works, they are confident in all their abilities and used to getting what they want. They both know the rules but they are about to find out that no strings sex, doesn’t always come without complications.
The hot, sensual romance is well-written, but the one-night stand is not what it seems, and leads to both business and personal complications for the power couple. Marcus is running scared from love, it makes you weak and he can’t take the risk. Jennifer hasn’t time for love her commitments are too great.
The gradual realisation that they’re in too deep is fun to read, and you have to empathise. The conflicts they face are realistic but so worth the pain. The ending is worthy of such a deserving couple. Loved it!
Patience—he wasn’t known for it. Why should he be when he’d worked his entire life to ensure he got everything he wanted when he wanted it?
his wrist, he checked the time. Eight twenty-five.
the hell were they?
being late was a last-ditch attempt at angling for more money, then Tony
Andrews was an even bigger fool than Marcus had had him pegged for.
waved away the approaching waitress who was eyeing his empty glass. He’d
already indulged in a whisky and filled his one-drink-while-on-business quota.
He wasn’t fool enough to indulge in more. Although the girl’s perfect parting
pout made clear that it wasn’t just a drink being offered.
might be considered an arrogant ass by many, but no one could accuse him of
lacking in manners.
Even his questionable childhood hadn’t
beaten those out of him—much as his father might have tried.
It was hardly her fault he wasn’t up for it. She had appeal aplenty if surgically enhanced assets and peroxide hair were your thing.
But tonight was about work.
And work was work.
Sex was sex.
Never should the two be mixed. Not if
you wanted to stay focused and come out on top.
He watched as she weaved her way back
through the intimate arrangement of tables, breaking his gaze to scan again the
people occupying the circular floor space of the exclusive rooftop venue.
Andrews had chosen it for convenience, it being located only two
blocks down from his London HQ.
Very convenient for Andrews—not so sodding convenient for
He rolled his shoulders and recheckedhis watch.
What the hell was he doing?
He should’ve left ten minutes after the
sat there like some obedient monkey.
But then, he wasn’t there simply to
catch up with
the man he was in the process of buying
out. He was
there to be introduced to Andrews’
soon-to-be his partner—Jennifer Hayes, before they
signed on the dotted line.
Not that the introduction would make
the deal was as good as done. But professional
courtesy made him stay. That and the fact he was curious to meet her—the exec
who’d turned a business into the largest successful start-up the industry
had seen in years.
He was convinced Andrews hadn’t been
responsible for it. It was a wonder the man could still see straight, with his
mounting gambling debts and outside work attentions. And then there was the
drink problem. No one had confirmed it, but Marcus was sure he had one. He knew
the signs well enough, thanks to dear old Dad.
So, yes, he doubted Andrews had done a
full day’s work in years—and that meant one thing: Miss Hayes was the one
carrying the company; she was the one he was effectively buying into.
He’d read her profile, noticeably
devoid of any pictures, and figured her to be late thirties, early forties. A
woman with shrewd business acumen, a bearing that bordered on cold, and a
definite force in the boardroom—all of which he’d respect her for. So long as
they were on the same page.
It intrigued him that he hadn’t come
across any pictures. Not even a professionally enhanced shot used to support
all those public accolades. Maybe she didn’t go in for that kind of vanity. Or
maybe Andrews did all that for her. He was certainly everywhere. Even the
Forbes article he’d thrust into his hands at a
charity auction last month, when he’d put forward his proposition, had
highlighted the success of the business but featured Andrews alone, his greased
back hair and cocky grin filling half the page.
The memory of that expression goaded
further now as he waited and waited,
fingers drumming on the tabletop, his patience hitting breaking point.
Seriously—enough was enough. The papers
be taken care of in less than
twenty-four hours regardless. He might as well meet her then.
Tugging at the cuffs of his shirt, he
made to stand
up just as the cables of the glass
elevator started to
shift. New arrivals?
He settled back and waited for them to
It wasn’t Andrews. That was immediately
The small, balding lift attendant was
being dwarfed by a statuesque redhead who made even the impressive lift look
small. He wasn’t the only one noticing either. Her hair was pulling every eye
in the room. Its cascading waves ran down her back, glinting in the ambient
light, impossible to ignore.
Its dramatic colour was a striking
contrast to the black dress that clung to her curves before halting modestly at
the knee. His gaze dropped lower still, to her exposed calves, to the subtle
shimmer that teased with the possibility of stockings. And then came her shoes,
her severe black stilettos…
Heat assaulted his groin.
He wasn’t going anywhere. Not just yet.
Andrews could have the extra time for free…