Showing results by publisher "Podium Audio" in Domestic Thrillers

Grace has a perfect life. Then her husband replaces her with a younger, blonder version. Three years later, Grace’s sixteen-year-old daughter Tara is stabbed to death in a seedy hotel. Grace’s life stops. After a harrowing trial, Tara’s boyfriend is convicted of her murder. At least now it’s over—until someone breaks into Grace’s house and ransacks Tara’s belongings. Now the questions have only just begun. Grace thought she knew her daughter. But Tara had been keeping secrets from her. Very dark secrets.

Caught between juggling her dysfunctional family and a looming recall election, Sheriff Kate Fox feels like she's on a bucking bronc with one hand stuck in the air. When a top bull breeder is mauled to death at a rodeo, Kate quickly realizes that this so-called accident hides a much darker truth.

Maggie and Brad are on vacation at Lake Tahoe when they meet another couple, Skye and Joe. The four hit it off so well that Maggie invites their new friends to share her beautiful lakeside rental. What she doesn’t realize is Skye and Joe aren’t just some random couple. They have been watching Maggie and Brad and have chosen them carefully.

After her own mother mysteriously disappears, seventeen-year-old Alicia turns up on her godmother's doorstep and asks if she can stay. Carina can't say no to the godchild she hasn't seen in over a decade. And in a way, Alicia is the daughter she always wanted—she's so smart and driven, and definitely scholarship material. Carina is only too happy to help this brilliant young woman achieve her full potential. But husband Don and children Tegan and Arthur aren't so sure. There's something about Alicia… Is she just too good to be true?

After a whirlwind romance, Megan and Nick move into the home of their dreams, a beautiful beach house. They think it's their happily ever after… until their neighbours return from a cruise. Ron and Jackie are loud and obnoxious, playing their home cinema at high volume, and shattering the tranquillity with their endless building work. To cap it all, they have a kennel with four dangerous dogs that bark and howl day and night. They are the living definition of the neighbours from hell.

Early one summer morning, the body of twenty-one-year-old Blair Taylor is found floating in the neighborhood pool. Was it an accident, or was Blair murdered the night of the annual summer picnic? Suddenly, the upper-class gated community where Blair's family and friends live doesn't feel safe. Blair's case is assigned to Detective Sadie Lawson. As she and her partner, Rhett Callahan, begin interviewing the neighbors, they realize everyone had a motive and had an opportunity. It doesn't take a detective to figure out that everyone on this street is lying to them.

Eight years of marriage. A beautiful home in Connecticut. A sweet, affectionate four-year-old son. Now, it's six a.m., and the police are knocking at our door. They found a dead girl floating in the university pool. My husband was having an affair with her. He was the last person to see her. He's a liar. But is he a killer? I'd do a lot to keep our family together. But how much more can I take?

Chloe is serving a life sentence. In her own home. Ever since the horrific day her mother died, Chloe's life has been anything but normal—more like a carefully constructed prison. Her father hasn't let her go to school, have friends, or leave the house alone. As she grows up, Chloe begins to question the motives behind her dad's obsessive control. What would happen if she broke one of his many rules? And what exactly is he hiding under the overgrown grass in the back garden?

I watch them from behind the café counter—those perfect women with perfect lives. Everything I've ever wanted, they already have. I was supposed to be one of them. I still could be. Then he walks in. Theo Connor is charming, brilliant, and possibly the one person who sees me. Finally, someone is looking back. I'll do whatever it takes to be part of his world. To have the life I deserve. No matter who gets in the way. Because I'm done with watching them from the outside, it's my turn now. But Theo is not who he seems. None of them are.

When tragedy strikes, Erin races to the hospital to be by her brother's side—but never makes it. A flat tire on a lonely road. A stranger with a kind smile. A car ride straight into a nightmare. She awakens in a child's bedroom. Pink walls, glittery drawings, a collection of dolls…and no way out. Erin's captor offers her a mind-boggling proposition: play the part of his sickly sister, and in return, Erin will be freed when all is said and done.

Sure, Mia left. And no, no one knows exactly where she is. But Mia is an adult. And she has good reason to be angry at Becca, so it's not a huge surprise. But Becca knows in her gut something is wrong. After all, Mia had been staying in that room—the one at the top of the stairs. And she wouldn't be the first person to change for the worse because of it…

It seems like everything should be fine. So why isn't it? In the aftermath, Becca struggles to pick up the pieces, feeling like things should be easier. After all, they won. Didn't they? Then why are the nightmares back? And why can't she shake this nagging feeling that something is still out there, watching her, and biding its time to end this dance once and for all?

Millie has just served a long sentence for a murder she didn’t commit. It’s her identical twin sister Eve who was the killer...and the person who framed her. Millie is willing to forgive Eve and hopes they can still be loving sisters. But when she is released, instead of welcoming her, Eve coldly rejects her. Now Millie only wants one thing: revenge.

After narrowly escaping a life sentence under the guise of a new persona, Shae Halston thinks she's turned over a new leaf. But all is not as it seems. When she begins to impersonate a couples therapist and starts taking on new patients, Shae thinks she's stumbled into just the kind of role she was born to play. Until a surprise in the form of a new client lands on her doorstep.

When I find a little girl standing on my doorstep, I don't know what to do. But as I take her small hand in mine, she whispers words that will change my life. "Mummy said you'd look after me." As I tuck the children into bed, I feel a familiar longing stirring in my heart. I press a gentle kiss onto their foreheads, then remind myself that they are not mine. So why are they here?

Becca has always known something is off about that room. The one at the top of the stairs. The one CB stayed in. Yes, a terrible tragedy occurred within those walls, but there is more to it than that. She had heard rumors about it, as well. Rumors about something happening to anyone who stays there for long periods of time. For over a year now, she had dismissed them as exactly that—rumors. But now, Mia is the one living in it. And Becca doesn't like the changes she is seeing in her… at all.

From her home office in rural Connecticut, self-published thriller author Jillian Samuels dreams of writing a bestseller. Not long afterward, crimes from her old thrillers start to really happen—two bodies are found covered in silver paint, one unconscious, the other dead. Some people on Twitter begin to notice the eerie similarities to Jillian's previous books.

Carly has a complicated personal life. She's been the mistress of famous artist Nelson Carter for the past five years. Now Nelson has finally left his wife Amanda, but instead of committing to Carly, he's indulging in a series of one-night stands. She has had enough and is about to leave him when a vicious attack on Amanda means Carly has to put her plans on hold to care for Nelson's traumatized ten-year-old son, Jake. Only when Amanda is released from the hospital can Carly finally move on with her life. But then a frightened Jake confides a disturbing secret—"That's not my mom".

All my adult life, I've longed for a baby. We tried IVF. We tried everything. Now, we're waiting to adopt. We have a beautiful home and all the love in the world to give a child. But we're told it will take years. Then one day, at Rocky Point Beach, one thing leads to another. I make a split-second decision—and I come home with a baby. He has tiny red bow lips and the chubbiest cheeks. He's gorgeous. I call him Jonah.

I catch them together at 6:52 in the morning, lying in bed like newlyweds. His face was buried in her mass of dark hair. For a moment, I think I must be dreaming. "I've never seen her before in my life," he says, looking at me. But before I even know how to respond, two men break down the front door. Pound up the stairs. I run, but I can't hide. They take us to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I'm trapped with a man who I thought I was going to marry, but who swears he doesn't even know me. And then he looks me right in the eye and whispers: "I'm sorry."