Release Date: 13th July 2017
Publisher: Avon
Publisher: Avon
Genres: Thriller
From global bestseller Cathy Glass comes a gripping new crime novel under the name Lisa Stone.
You know your son better than anyone. Don’t you?
When
critically ill Jacob Wilson is given a life-saving heart transplant,
his parents are relieved that their loving son has been saved.
However,
before long, his family are forced to accept that something has changed
in Jacob. Their once loving son is slowly being replaced by a violent
man whose mood swings leave them terrified – but is it their fault?
Jacob’s
girlfriend, Rosie, is convinced the man she loves is suffering from
stress. But when his moods turn on her, she begins to doubt herself –
and she can only hide the bruises for so long.
When
a terrible crime is committed, Jacob’s family are forced to confront
their darkest fears. Has the boy they raised become a monster? Or is
someone else to blame?
About the author: “As a writer of suspense thrillers I often ask myself what if?
What if this happened instead of that? Or why a particular person
reacted as they did. So often fact is stranger than fiction; these books
start with a fact which I develop.”
Lisa
Stone lives in England, has 3 children, and 27 books published under
the pseudonym Cathy Glass, many of which have become bestsellers.
EXTRACT
[Extract 5 from
Chapter 2 pp. 9-11]
The road was poorly lit and the rain didn’t help; driving on
full beam, he was still forced to slow to take the next bend, which was a
bummer. He really would have to talk to Rosie again about getting a new car,
with better road holding. He would explain that the new models were safer as
they were lower and gripped the road better. Safer for them both to drive. That
was the way to tackle it – women appreciated and understood talk of safety, not
powerful engines. He felt very clever for having thought of the best way to
approach Rosie about the idea. Perceptive, intuitive, that’s what he was, and
it made him feel smart and proud.
The windscreen wipers continued their relentless journey
back and forth as he pictured himself in his new car. A black one, large, big
wheels, with presence and a hint of mystery. He would have liked blacked-out
windows but they were illegal now, so he’d have to settle for the darkest tint
that was available. Yes, he could see himself at the wheel of that large
powerful black car. He’d start visiting garages on Monday while Rosie was at
work and test-drive what he liked the look of. The salesman would be so
grateful when he showed interest in a decent car and then struck a deal.
Headlights came towards him. What the fuck! Was someone
trying to overtake? No – it was a wide vehicle, he realized too late as he
slammed on the brakes and pulled the wheel hard left to try to get out of its
way. A delivery lorry. A fucking delivery lorry! He felt the whiplash in his
neck at the exact moment he heard the crunch of metal and the sound of
shattering glass. In a split second, almost simultaneously, the wipers stilled,
his headlights went out and he felt as though he was flying through the air, up
and over and then down.
‘Fuck!’ he cried as the car landed on its roof and the pain
shot through him. ‘Fuck you!’ Then his world went very dark and silent as he
blacked out.
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