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My husband is missing. And his wife is on my doorstep. The wife I never knew he had. Does that mean my husband’s out looking for wife number three? The more I dig...the more I find. Ledger Stone is not the man I thought I knew. What I'd thought was a whirlwind romance has turned out to be a hurricane laced with lies. It started with one. Will it end with another?

I’m a cult survivor and a single mother. At 30, I’m trying to piece my life together. Now that I’m finally settled in a place of my own, with my two youngest children, I’m determined to make a life for myself. I’ve even started my own home business. Things are looking up...until I find my friend murdered.

Never question a mother’s intuition. My water isn’t supposed to break while there’s a storm raging, when my husband isn’t on the island, and as the power flickers out. Darkness covers the cabin as I cling to my belly. I never imagined it happening like this. Trained as a midwife, I know I can deliver my daughter.

When we move to the exclusive Cutters Island, my life changes overnight. Dressed like the perfect wife, pushing my baby down the street in her pink stroller, I look up and smile at the security cameras. Because I know they are watching. And for now, I need to play my part.

I’m more than a single mom running from the cult that held me captive - I’m a woman carving out a life for myself. It’s harder than I expected. After solving the murder of my best friend, I’m hoping my run-ins with the law are over. Then my youngest daughter goes missing. The local detective, Boone, is on the case, and the neighborhood is determined to help find my little girl alive. But the clock is ticking. And hope? It’s running out.

My daughter is dead. My husband and I cling to what’s left of our family, desperate to make sense of the tragedy. But when the sheriff knocks, he delivers news no mother should ever have to hear. Our daughter was murdered. And my son is the prime suspect. When we adopted 11-year-old Holden, we weren’t wearing rose-colored glasses. But we never could have imagined this. They say you can’t pick your family. But I picked mine. Did I choose my daughter’s murderer?

When Theo died, I swore I would never remarry. But then I meet Parker, and I find I can’t say no to a second chance at happiness. But after we get engaged, strange things start happening. I find Theo’s sweater hanging in the wardrobe, and his wedding band on the bathroom sink. Our old wedding album is on the coffee table, and I can smell my late husband’s cologne in the air.

My husband has always been dangerous. But I never thought he was a killer. One phone message changes everything. The cult where I spent 15 years of my life is preparing for the unthinkable. My son has returned to the fold. I must find him before it is too late. But it’s not just his life that’s at stake—it’s the entire congregation of Garden Temple. I thought I was destined to be a sister-wife and mother, but turns out, I am so much more. I am a woman who must stop my husband’s madness before he does something irreversible. I must stop him before it’s too late.

It’s as if my heart is bursting out of my chest. Nine-year-old Jubilee, our new adopted daughter, is beaming. She’s the little girl I always wanted and we’re finally taking her home. Three months later. ‘This can’t be happening,’ I say. ‘She can’t be gone. She’s just a little girl, our little girl. She was here in her bed last night. I remember. I . . .’ I feel the panic rising, my worst fear surfacing. What if I brought her home—only to be taken?

Esther has been living in foster care all her life, not knowing her mother ached for her. Was willing to fight for her. Now is my chance to make up for lost time. I will do anything to get my daughter back. Her father tried to take her from me once, but now nothing will get in my way. I just have to prove her innocence. Trouble is, she’s run away. Before I can I fight for her freedom, I have to find my daughter. And I will do anything to make that happen. Anything. I haven’t clawed my way out of a cult only to lose my child once more.

I'm an ex-stripper. A girl from a trailer park. And I married for money. Yes, I'm a gold digger, but I have my reasons. I came to Liars Island with one goal in mind, and I'm going to achieve it...or die trying.... People think they know what I'm about because of my checkered past, but I did what I had to in order to survive. And the sad truth is, I've been denied my birthright for 23 long years. Now, I'm married to a hotshot who deals in diamonds, surrounded by people who think they are smarter than me. But I'm over being undervalued.

My husband was everything I wanted in a partner. Then, his business took off, and we had Rosie - the most colic-y baby our pediatrician had ever met. Shadows from my past crept closer. So, I locked us away, safe inside the gates of our island home. Or so I thought. I knew it was a bad idea to let anyone in, but I needed help. And Nanny Bexley was a dream come true: an excellent resume and tons of energy.

On Saturday morning, Cora Maxwell finds her teenage son’s clothes covered in blood. A small town torn apart by a horrific hate crime. An investigative reporter hell-bent on finding the truth. A mother’s worst nightmare. What really happened to the Reyes boy? In the heart-stopping and timely suspense novel Secrets Mothers Keep, widow and mother Cora Maxwell faces the hardest decision of her life. In a world where there are few second chances, do you grant one to your child? And if so...what is the cost?

We were sent to Glennmare Academy. An elite boarding school on a windswept island off the coast of Seattle where the unruly daughters of affluent East Coast families are exiled. Kitty, Bernie, Coretta, Diane, Jolie. We're more like sisters than roommates. Even if Kitty is gone. At Glennmare, each bed is filled with a teenage girl who wears ribbons in her hair, a nod to innocence we lost long ago. When we were sent out into the world, away from home, to fend to for ourselves. If we start telling the truth about what happened that night we might just break down.