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Chloe and her husband Scott are holidaying with their families on the beautiful Greek island of Mykonos. But Chloe has a secret... She has hired a hitman to kill Scott when they return home. This week, her plan is to pretend to be such a happy wife that no suspicion can possibly fall on her after the murder. But she's reckoning without Scott’s meddlesome sister, Tori, plus the rivalries and demands of both families. Can she deal with them all while keeping her murderous intentions hidden?

When Eleanor waves her daughter off for a gap-year trip, she finds herself stuck as a satellite wife, spinning in faithful orbit around her domineering husband, with only her clever but judgemental father, Conrad, for comfort Andrew isn’t mastering the art of growing up either. But when he finds his belongings dumped in bin bags on the drive, even he can see that his girlfriend is hinting he should move out. With no other options, he moves back in with his parents.

I’m a psychologist. Dr Emy Rose. Although that’s not my real name. I run a pioneering new government project, persuading convicted murderers to give up their secrets – namely, the resting places of their victims. The work I do is gruelling: one-to-one interrogations, conducted over months, with some of the most despicable people on the planet. But it’s about getting answers for the families. And – this part’s a secret – I know better than most how much that means…And nobody else knows how far I am willing to go, to get a murderer to confess.

Fearne Dixon hates Christmas. As the long-suffering wife of the Ellsbury Christmas Market’s manager, she’s sick to the back teeth of it and it’s still only November. But then the bodies start piling up, an old rival arrives back in her life, and Fearne reaches breaking point.

I'm obsessed with true crime. All the podcasts, the documentaries... I can't get enough. And now there's a murderer on the loose where I live. What a rush! Of course, some people might wonder if it's me. Am I an innocent soul with an unhealthy fascination, or a deadly psychopath? It's the killer question. After all, I would love to know how to get away with murder…