Published by St. Martin's Press on August 9th 2016
Genre: Mystery + Thriller + Suspense
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Everyone knows a couple like Jack and Grace: he has looks and wealth, she has charm and elegance. You’d like to get to know Grace better. But it’s difficult, because you realize Jack and Grace are never apart. Some might call this true love.
Picture this: a dinner party at their perfect home, the conversation and wine flowing. They appear to be in their element while entertaining. And Grace’s friends are eager to reciprocate with lunch the following week. Grace wants to go, but knows she never will. Her friends call—so why doesn’t Grace ever answer the phone? And how can she cook such elaborate meals but remain so slim?
And why are there bars on one of the bedroom windows?
The perfect marriage? Or the perfect lie?
This book is the definition of no matter how wonderful things seem from the outside that doesn’t mean that things are wonderful where people can’t see. In today’s age of social media we all know those people who post all about their amazing lives and we take it for face value but do we really know if that is fact or just a facade they want to portray?
This book is classified as a thriller, and while that is true, for me it was borderline a horror book. From the synopsis you know that Jack & Grace’s “perfect” marriage is anything but. Without giving any details, the lengths that Jack goes to are horrifying. The man is beyond sadistic and to think that they are actually people in this world capable of things like this is a very scary thought.
This book keep me on the edge of my seat the entire time, so much so that I couldn’t wait to get home from work to read more of it. I also really enjoyed how the author ended the book, it was perfection.
Just a warning, some of the things that Jack does are very disturbing so for anyone who has been through, or knows anyone that has been through, severe psychological abuse you may want to pass on this book.
“We go downstairs and in the hall, he takes my coat from the cupboard and holds it open while I slip my arms into it. In the drive outside, he holds the car door for me and waits until I’m in. As he closes it behind me, I can’t help thinking it’s a shame he’s such a sadistic bastard, because he has wonderful manners.”
“I don’t suppose I could have a whiskey instead of the wine, could I?”
“I didn’t know you drank whiskey.”
“And I didn’t know you were a psychopath. Just bring me a whiskey”