Best Day Ever

Best Day Ever

by Kaira Rouda

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ISBN-13: 9781488027871
Publisher: Graydon House Books
Publication date: 09/19/2017
Sold by: HARLEQUIN
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 4,803
File size: 615 KB

About the Author

Kaira Rouda is the USA Today bestselling author of novels including Here, Home, Hope, The Goodbye Year, In the Mirror and All the Difference. Her stories explore what goes on behind closed doors of seemingly perfect lives. She lives in Southern California with her family and she's at work on her next novel. Visit her website, KairaRouda.com. Connect with her on Facebook.com/KairaRoudaBooks; and on Instagram, Pinterest, and Twitter - @KairaRouda.

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Best Day Ever


By Kaira Rouda

Harlequin Enterprises Limited

Copyright © 2017 Kaira Rouda
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5258-1140-1


CHAPTER 1

I glance at my wife as she climbs into the passenger seat, sunlight bouncing off her shiny blond hair like sparklers lit for the Fourth of July, and I am bursting with confidence. Everything is as it should be.

Here we are, just the two of us, about to spend the weekend at our lake house. Today represents everything I've worked for, that we have built together. The sun blasts through my driver's side window with such intensity I feel the urge to hold my hand up to the side of my face to shield my eyes, even though my sunglasses are dark and should be doing the job. Under any other circumstances, on any other day, they would be, I know. But today, something is different between us; some strange tension pulses through the still air of the car's interior. I cannot see it, but it's here. I'd like to name it. Discover its source and eliminate it.

Sure, this morning has been hectic. It's a Friday, and Fridays always seem the most frenzied when you have kids. Getting the boys up and dressed, and then dropping them off at their immaculately landscaped and highly ranked red brick elementary school where they will no doubt excel, in first and third grade respectively. Truth be told though, I usually have little to do with the scenario I just outlined. Mia, my wife, handles all the tasks pertaining to the boys each morning. We're a traditional suburban household in that respect. In the morning, I make coffee, shower, dress and leave for work before the boys awaken. Yes, mine is quite a selfish and single-minded pursuit on most days.

That's another reason why today is so special. I drove the boys to school, reminded them that the babysitter would be picking them up afterwards. When I returned to the house, I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. I can be helpful when I want to be, although I don't want to remind Mia of this fact as she may come to expect it. Ha! Dishes finished, I had called up the stairs to Mia, urging her to hurry. We haven't had a weekend together, just the two of us alone, for more than a year. This day was going to be just for us, and it was time to go.

She called back, her voice floating like a butterfly down the stairs, asking for my help with her luggage. The next moment, I found myself lugging two huge suitcases down the grand main staircase of our home. She followed behind me with a laundry basket filled with who knows what.

"Staying a while?" I teased. She blushed, embarrassed by her notorious over-packing. But I didn't complain. It was her day. She was free to over-pack away. Once we got everything loaded into the trunk of the car, just as Mia was starting to relax, the packing part over, that was when my phone rang. I shouldn't have answered it. But onward. Taking the call was just one small mistake in a day that's destined to be brilliant. From the driver's seat, I finally finish syncing my phone with the car's system. I find the playlist I created for my wife. All her favorite songs will play during our drive. Music is such an important part of keeping romance alive.

And now, we're getting on the road. Mia turns toward me and smiles. She has a perfect smile: half moon-shaped, with glistening white teeth. My smile is more of a rectangle; no matter how hard I try, I appear to be smirking, I know that. But my teeth are perfect, thanks to the cosmetic dentist. I grin back.

She loves me so much, and of course the same can be said for me. We've been together almost ten years now. We know each other's best qualities, and we know each other's dark sides. Although to be quite honest about it, I'm not sure Mia has what you'd call a dastardly alter ego. Her dark side is simply grumpy, and it typically only appears when she is tired, or when one of our boys faces a rough patch. For my part, I wonder if Mia thinks I have a dark side? Most likely, as far as she knows, I am just her dear loving husband.

Today, though, this morning, right now, she is exuding energy; it oozes from her pores, from her flawless face. It's the cause of the strange pulsing between us, I decide.

"You seem wound up, honey," I say. I want to pat her leg and tell her to relax but I don't. Despite her odd mood she is still beautiful, almost perfect in every way.

"Do I? I guess I'm just excited," she says, confirming my assessment while stretching her hands toward the front windshield. The diamond from her wedding ring flashes in the over-bright sunshine as if imitating her energy.

"I know you are, honey. But we've got a long drive ahead of us, so try to relax. Let's make today the best day ever." I attempt to add the proper lilt to my voice. I need her to believe I am just as happy and carefree as she is. That driving up to our lake house for the first time this season is the most exciting thing I could ever imagine doing on any day, ever.

"In that case, can I request a small detour? There's a little bakery in Port Clinton, just before the turnoff to Lakeside. I'd like to stop there on the way in. For croissants for tomorrow morning. Do you remember the spot? We won't arrive in time to get croissants for breakfast today, but tomorrow's almost as good," she says. Thankfully, her bright blue eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses that match mine. When I glance at her, we cannot make eye contact. Not really.

I wonder if the comment about not arriving in time is directed at me, and realize it is. Of course. I am the one who took the phone call just as we were walking out the door. I shouldn't have. It wasn't anything new, but I had still held out hope that it would be. Instead, I spent thirty minutes on a worthless call with a headhunter, and, I know, made us late. The croissants will be gone by the time we arrive at the bakery; I know this, too.

"Yes, I remember the place. Ugly strip mall, but sure, we'll stop. Not worried about gluten anymore, I take it?" I say. For a while, Mia and her doctor du jour thought her upset stomach, weight loss, and other intestinal issues were caused by gluten. I was relieved when she decided not to hop on that fad after giving up wheat for a few weeks with no change. She still insists on a vegetarian existence, leaving her with few choices when we go out to dinner and endless questions for the wait staff. It's annoying. But I push those thoughts away. My wife is just doing her best.

"Turns out gluten isn't the culprit," Mia says. She smiles. "So yes, I'd love to stop. If it's okay with you, of course."

Stopping on our way to the lake house at a bakery that will, no doubt, be out of croissants was not on my agenda today. She knows I'm a man of action and when I have a plan, I follow it. I just want to get up there already. But today, I'm being a great husband. Mia's every wish is my command.

"As you wish, my dear." I am the perfect husband. I smile as one of the songs from our early dating days comes on. It was the soundtrack to our first night together. Innocent Mia, a virgin even after four years of college, somehow untouched by all of those lecherous fraternity guys. She was waiting for someone older, someone sophisticated, someone who could take care of her. She found that in me.

I had reserved a suite in the finest hotel in downtown Columbus, with views of the river sparkling below. We'd been dating a couple of months by then and I'd waited as long as any man can be expected to. Mia was nervous, uncomfortably sitting on the edge of the red and white striped upholstered chair, gripping her champagne flute like a weapon she'd use for protection. She wore a light blue dress that matched her eyes. The dress slipped easily over her head once I'd pulled her to me, asked her to dance. The memories of that night are vivid. It took me until the sun was coming up to convince her to give me the gift of her virginity. She worried about the promise she'd made to her mother. I told her if a tree falls in the forest but no one is around to hear it, then did it really fall? She laughed and I slid on top of her, pinning her arms gently above her head, pressing my mouth firmly against hers. And, she fell. I lick my lips at the memory and shift in my seat.

"Who were you talking to on the phone? The office?" she asks as I back out of our driveway.

"Who else? Sometimes I think they can't last a moment without me," I say. Some sort of emotion crosses Mia's face before she turns toward the passenger side window. I guess we're finished with that topic. I should apologize for the delay, but I don't. An amicable silence falls between us.

Personally, I have to admit I love the implied success I feel being able to drive out of my very nice neighborhood, my wife by my side, on a Friday morning on my way to my second home. I am driving a Ford Flex, navy exterior, by choice. Supporting America while demonstrating that my ego does not require a fancy sports car or luxury sedan. No, I am secure in my status and a family man, all rolled into one. The American dream, that's what we're living right here.

My wife is still looking out her window. She seems to be taking in the signs of spring around us. The lawns are greening up nicely and the trees, so stark for the long, dreary months of winter, are budding and flowering. Our suburb is becoming a lovely place to live again, just in time. We pull onto the freeway heading north through downtown Columbus, and I feel a pride for my hometown that extends beyond the college sports franchise. It's growing up. People from all over consider us a sophisticated, cosmopolitan place now, not just a college town or a field of grazing cattle. I don't have to say Columbus comma Ohio anymore. We are on the weather maps internationally as the city in Ohio. Our weather matters more than Cleveland's or Cincinnati's does. That, to me, is a sign we have arrived as a great city.

Ironically, as we zip through the periphery of downtown, skyscrapers slicing the clear blue sky, we are headed to farm country. Most of Ohio still is agrarian, it seems, no matter how much Columbus has changed. My wife and I, we spend our time in the bubble of suburbia mostly, cutting through the city on our way out of town. We really should explore downtown more, I realize. There always seems to be so much more to do in a day than you can ever accomplish. That's why I make plans.

Mia shifts in her seat, angling her body toward me as much as possible for someone strapped in by her seat belt, and asks, "Do you really think the strawberries will take hold? I mean, they looked like they were from the photos Buck sent me. They might even have grown a little. But things can change." I notice she holds her phone in her hands now; her lovely fingers, accented by a cheery red — strawberry red — fingernail polish, move quickly across the small keypad. She was a copywriter at an advertising agency when I met her, and she has amazing keyboard speed still.

"It says strawberry plants should be bought from a reputable nursery. I'm just not sure I picked the right one. And they need deep holes, wide enough to accommodate the entire root system without bending the roots. Very persnickety plants," she continues. Her lips are pursed together, as if she has eaten a sour berry.

"I'm sure they're fine," I reassure her. "No one could have nurtured them more than you did." A black sports car passes us on our right, only a flash of metal actually, because it's moving so quickly. I hadn't even seen it coming in my rearview mirror. It's funny how things can sneak up on you, appear out of nowhere.

"It's like having babies again, or puppies," she says, ignoring the racecar as I turn on my blinker and slide us out of the passing lane. "Don't plant too deep, it says. The roots should be covered, but the crown should be right at soil surface. I should call Buck and ask him to check on the crowns."

She glances at me, no doubt catching my smirk. First, what kind of name is B-U-C-K? I mean, really. But despite his ridiculous name, Buck Overford is a nice enough guy, I guess. He's our next-door neighbor at the lake, a widower even though he's about my age, who likes to talk gardening with my wife. I should be clear. I'm forty-five, and Mia is only thirty-three. Buck is closer to my age than hers, maybe even a bit older. I look younger anyway. Not that we're old geezers by any stretch. Buck does have this affinity for gardening, which to me is a woman's thing, so that makes him older, weaker than me in my book.

At least gardening is what Mia tells me she and Buck have been talking about since we met him last summer. It was just after our moving truck had left. He brought over a bottle of Merlot, a nice one if memory serves, and the three of us spent a lovely evening together on the screened porch until it was time for us to find our boys and get them ready for bed. The boys were free-range chickens up at the lake, had been every summer we'd rented. Now that we were owners, members, they'd increased their span of wandering, it seemed.

There were countless wholesome activities at the lake to draw their attention, from sailing lessons to shuffleboard, skateboarding to bike riding. Sometimes, we'd find them sitting by the edge of the lake, skipping rocks, like they'd stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting. It was all perfectly safe, these endless summertime activities that delighted our boys and made them beg us to head to Lakeside whenever possible. When it was bedtime though, finding them, corralling them and then getting them into bed was a process best left for family only. We never wanted witnesses to that exhausting exercise.

"Right, I don't need to bother Buck. I can check the crowns as soon as we get there," she says in my direction before returning her attention to her phone screen.

"Good call," I say, checking the rearview mirror for any more speeding sports cars. I had an expensive sports car before, of course. I'll likely have one again one day when my lifestyle dictates a change, I muse, taking in the interior of my sensible Ford Flex. Room for the whole family, as many strawberry plants as Mia could handle planting. I can haul as much of the boys' sports equipment as they can throw my way. It is a sensible, practical car. For a responsible family man. It fits me perfectly, this car. Me and my hot, newly skinny again wife. If she loses any more weight, though, she'll disappear. It's a real shame about the nausea she's been struggling with. The latest doctor is convinced it's stress-related. He told her to meditate.

"Did you know my strawberry plants' runners are called 'daughter' plants?" she asks. The air between us pulses, I feel it. Ping.

"No, I didn't," I say, taking a deep breath before I realize I am doing it. It's funny how the absence of a daughter catches your breath at the strangest times, over the silliest topics. "No 'son' plants? How sexist."

"I still wish we'd tried," Mia says quietly, stirring the age-old pot. Just that topic, that old leathery shoe of a stew makes me swallow something bitter. I cough, trying to clear my throat, my dark mind.

"Can we not have that old discussion today, of all days?" I ask. I focus on the farmland beginning to open up on either side of the road. We're finally out of the reaches of the city, finally free from the responsibility, the shiny office buildings, bespoke suits, and country clubs that that part of civilization values. I would miss golf if I had to live in the country, of course. And many other things. Country visits are for weekends, a touch-base with our more rural and simple selves. Not a place to live full time. I hope we aren't going to disagree this early in our country excursion.

Mia turns to me and I can hear her gentle, agreeable smile in her next words. "Of course, no fighting. This is our happy day, the start of a wonderful weekend. I just didn't realize until this moment about strawberry seedlings and 'daughter' plants. I should have grown peppers." Her voice is soft, a stealth dagger to my heart. This statement, the peppers, is a jab. Sure, we could have tried to get pregnant one more time, but I was convinced it would be another boy. We had two of those, perfect little specimens, each a miniature version of me, as they should be. I realize Mia would enjoy seeing a little version of herself walking around this world, following in her footsteps. But why tempt fate?


(Continues...)

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Best Day Ever 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
JCanJenner More than 1 year ago
Do you watch AGT? You know when Mel B just slams both palms down on the panel in front of her and exclaims, “Oh. My. GOD!!”? Yea, that’s kind of my reaction throughout this entire book. Rouda captures the mind of a sociopathic, narcissistic whackjob and brings him to life in one of the most chilling, nail-biting domestic thrillers I have ever read. Paul Strom is calculating, manipulative, controlling, and all around batshit crazy, but to the outside world he is successful. Has a beautiful wife, gorgeous home, adorable kids, and more recently, the coveted vacation home. On a weekend trip to have the Best Day Ever with his wife Mia, the tension pulses. Will they have their Best Day Ever? The suspense is riveting. Reading through the mind of Paul is like looking at a car wreck- so bad, so messed up, but for the life of you- you just can’t look away. You won’t be able to put this one down. Sit down, light a candle, and prepare to be terrified. (p.s. As an Ohioan, loved reading a book set in my home state. Though I'll never see Chautauqua or Port Clinton the same again. Thanks Kaira.) I received an advance review copy of this book from the Great Thought's Ninja Review Team. All opinions are my own.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kept my attention didnt want to put will continue to purchase this authors books
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Couple of quirky implausible moments but still hard to put down as fast paced read.
Holly More than 1 year ago
Best Day Ever is the story of what appears to be a good day for a couple but nothing is what it seems. Paul Strom has it all with a beautiful wife named Mia, two young boys and a big house in a wealthy community. He plans the best day ever for Mia by taking her to their lake house for a romantic weekend getaway but along the way, things do not go as planned. As the day goes on, we learn about their rocky marriage and the one simple thing of how good do you really know your spouse and their true intentions in a heart-stopping ending that will leave you wanting more! OMG, this book will have you not want to do anything else but to read it until the last page is read! I started this book on a Thursday night but didn't get far that night until Saturday night when I read the entire thing in about 2 hours or so, yes people it's that great of a story!! The way that this book is written out by the minutes of the Best Day Ever, makes you get even more into a story that just grabs you and won't let go until that edge of your seat, heart-stopping ending that makes me want another book just to see what happens next for Paul and Mia!! I do have to say that the cover for this book is totally perfect for this story because it didn't make much sense to me of why there is a envelope on the cover but by the end of this story, you can figure it out why the cover is the way it is!! Thank You to Kaira Rouda for hitting it out of the ballpark with this Thriller and I so can't wait to see what is next from you!! I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book from the Publisher!
teachlz More than 1 year ago
MY REVIEW OF "BEST DAY EVER' by Kaira Rouda Kudos to Kaira Rouda, author of "Best Day Ever" on writing such a suspenseful, intriguing, chilling, and captivating mystery.  I love the way Kaira Rouda  layers and tells her story. I read this in one sitting and just could not put this down.  The genres of this novel are mystery, and thriller. Are you sure you know the one you're with?  Who can you trust? I appreciate the way the author describes the characters and plot, and weaves details and clues. The author describes the characters as complex and complicated. There are secrets, betrayals, and unexpected surprises. I like the way the author describes the locations, the Lakehouse, and the home the characters live in. In one way, the lake is described as a former place for toxins, than slime, in contrast it as beautiful and relaxing. Paul Strom is presented as a successful businessman, with a perfect wife and family and is taking his wife away to  "The Lakehouse" for 'THE BEST DAY EVER'. I love the way this phrase is used throughout the book, with added information. What could go wrong? Mia, is beautiful and a terrific mother. Unfortunately Mia hasn't been feeling well, but Paul promises to make this trip away "THE BEST DAY EVER". There is an unexpected phone call that delays their trip 30 minutes, and Mia doesn't seem like herself. The interaction during the trip has building tension, and we learn more details of  their lives. Of course Paul still wants this trip to be the best day ever. No matter what. I highly recommend this captivating and intense novel with drastic twists and turns. The ending is amazing!! I received this ARC for my honest review.
Donna Vallance More than 1 year ago
Paul and Mia seem like the perfect couple, Happily married with two boys and a beautiful life. Today is going to be the best day ever! Paul Has organised a trip to their holiday home at Lake Erie just for the two of them to recoup. Is all what is seems? Could this really be the perfect vacation? What starts as the perfect Best Day Ever starts to unravel as the day goes on. The Best Day ever is completely enthralling from the start. Paul seemed like the perfect loving husband so attentive and thoughtful, but as the book goes on you see things a bit differently. The book takes place over 24 hours Starting as they are packing up to leave for their vacation at 9am through to the next day at 6am. Every few hours you see the thriller unfold. The story is written from Paul’s point of view so very quickly you start to hear faults in his perfect facade. ( he is not called poker face Paul for nothing! ) Paul tells the story in real time and flashbacks to their past so you learn the history of how they met in the beginning. You hear this constant battle in his head of trying to make this the perfect vacation for his wife. He loves her very much, but it does seem he is holding his breath and biting his tongue rather a lot. It’s not long before you learn that paul is very arrogant , stubborn and extremely vain. He starts to make you feel very creepy and slightly disturbed , I found my self wanting to know more! Why is Paul trying so hard? what is he planning? You get the distinct impression that each of them knows something that the other doesn’t. Paul is aware that Mia is acting strange, as he try’s to gain control of the situation he starts to lose his cool. There are so many questions unanswered it becomes quite gripping. What is paul lying about? Mia is acting strange, why? What is in the glovebox? You will just have to wait and see. The best day ever is a cleverly written psychological thriller, it goes deep in to the mind just realeasing enough information to tantalise you.
Anonymous 5 months ago
It kept me up at night reading.
Anonymous 12 months ago
Definitely kept me engaged- never knew what was coming!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book grabbed me right away. Without giving away spoilers, just know this...you are going to want to read this from beginning to end without a break! Great story.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Although this book was referred to me with the highest ratings, by a friend who seemed genuinely surprised at the outcome, I think I personally saw it unfolding from the beginning. It didn't take long to discover Paul as the ego centric and disgusting human being that he was, and while I do appreciate a book that illustrates a woman finding her strength in order to get away from such despicable type men, this one left me flat. That she went ahead and married him after discovering his infidelity, let alone had two children with him, marked Mia as someone I couldn't identify with right from the beginning, nor could I really invest in much of a positive outcome. The good news is that the book did help me develop better speed reading skills!
CCinME More than 1 year ago
Excellent telling of a psychopath and how they live among us. I don't know how the author did it, but she hit every note realistically. Very satisfying ending.
TiBookChatter More than 1 year ago
A narcissist and his beautiful wife vacation at their gorgeous lake house for what he promises is the best day ever but things quickly unravel when he begins to lose control of the situation. This book was incredibly difficult to put down and, who would even want to? Food, work, kids? Who cares? Paul & Mia Strom are THE perfect couple. She’s beautiful. He’s rich and successful. They live in a gorgeous suburban home and don’t have a care in the world. They are on their way to their lake house for a little R&R and all is good and perfect in the world. This is all according to Paul. But in reality, nothing is perfect. Paul has been hiding something from Mia. Actually, he’s been hiding a lot from her but in his head he is totally in control and doesn’t even entertain the possibility that failure is just around the corner. In other words, he is totally and completely out of his mind. Throughout the story, Paul is convincing himself over and over again that all is okay. He’s brilliant and women want him so what could possibly go wrong on the best day ever? Lots. This was not a perfect story and towards the end, I was ready for my relationship with this couple to come to a close but I can’t deny how fun it was to read. Crazy is on every single page. Paul is so full of himself that he can’t see what is going on even when it’s right in front of him. To put it bluntly, it’s fun to read about Paul’s failures and missteps because he’s the type of guy you want to punch. Best Day Ever is a super-fast read and extremely entertaining. I can see this one becoming a movie.
LibbyMcKinmer More than 1 year ago
So what happens if your life isn’t everything you project it to be to everyone else? This narrator-based novel is an exploration of deception and betrayal in the search for perfection – the perfect career, the perfect marriage, the perfect family. When Peter Strom plans to take his beautiful wife Mia to their lake house for a romantic weekend, he’s planning for the best day ever. As they trek out to the country and the lake, tension arises and the suspense quickly escalates as Peter and Mia still try to have the best day ever on their romantic getaway. This suspense-filled, fast-moving tale will keep you turning the pages, trying to figure out who is doing what to whom. What makes a career, a relationship, a family perfect…or is the narrator’s dream impossible? Best Day Ever is a great suspense thriller read. Put up your feet, enjoy the read, but keep the lights on! Five Stars
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Did not like this book or any body in it .. There really is not much of a story same old plot, no surprises
Rag_Doll More than 1 year ago
This is quite a slow burner of a book, so much so that I felt I didn't want to carry on with it when I was about 25 – 30% of the way through – but I'm so glad I did. The scene is being set during the first three quarters of the book – yes, that's a lot of scene setting but it is worth the wait to get a very satisfying ending. Paul is a narcissistic psycho with an ego the size of Greenland. He is a big 'I am' and I quickly came to dislike him. He brags about what a lovely little wifey he has got and what beautiful little boys he has, when in fact, his children are scared of him and his wife has no life because he's such a control freak and has isolated her from all her friends and family. The major part of the book is a car ride from their marital home to their lakeside second home where he is planning 'the best day ever' for his lovely wife, Mia. Paul reflects over parts of his life during that car ride giving the reader an insight into his childhood and relationships with family and past girlfriends. There are lots of little hints in the narrative, such as – “I never did get the blood stain off the band” (watch band) to tease us into thinking he did something really bad in the past. The final quarter or so of the book becomes tense and fast paced. Things start to unravel so we see the true Paul and the strong Mia emerge. I felt a bit disappointed with the ending as far as Paul is concerned (I wanted nasty things to happen to him,) but after reading the author's notes at the back of the book, there's a hint of the possibility of a second book with Paul's character.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"Best Day Ever" kept me guessing to almost the end of the book. That's pretty good for a life long mystery reader. I will not forget main character, Paul Strom nor his wife, Mia Strom. Read the book in 2 days. It is a must read for fans of psychological suspense. This is the best mystery I have read in a long time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Average story,wasn't the worst, but wouldn't recommend it. Was almost like reading a Lifetime movie script, and if you know about those, you really don't need to be told anything else. That pretty much sums it up.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed reading the book. A story that maybe some of us recognize.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
?? A great book highly recommend
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great progression in the story with a slow decline in mental health. I have problems with the ending since one character is not brought to justice but allowed to continue the possibility of deadly behavior to others.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fantastic edge of your seat reading
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Couldn’t put this down. Great read.
Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
This book, this book right here. OMG! I have never seen a more narcissistic, pompous ass in my life. Paul Strom is one major asshole. There were a few times when I just wanted to throw the book and pretend it was him. However, I read on. I just could not believe the things that were coming out of his mouth. And, I couldn't tell which direction this was going. That made it very hard to guess at what was coming. Although the closer I got to the ending, I could see where it was heading. Although this guy kept pissing me off and had me shaking my head, I was glad that I stuck with it. It just made the ending that much sweeter. Thanks to Harlequin, Graydon House and Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest, unbiased review.