Dead Scared Richard & Judy bestseller Sharon Bolton exposes a darker side to life in this shocking thriller (Lacey Flint, Book 2)
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Biographical note
Sharon Bolton (previously S. J. Bolton) is the critically acclaimed author of some of the most bone-chilling crime books ever written. She has been shortlisted for the CWA Gold Dagger for Crime Novel of the Year and the Theakstons Old Peculier Crime Novel of the Year. In 2014 she won the CWA Dagger in the Library for her whole body of work. Sharon lives near Oxford with her husband and young son.Mesmerising
The Times
Treading a fine line between horror and thriller ... seriously rich yet relentlessly disturbing
Daily Mirror
S J Bolton is hot property in crime fiction right now.
Stylist Magazine
A pulse-pounding, spine-tingling thriller perfect for fans of Lisa Jewell, Cara Hunter and Karin Slaughter from million-copy bestselling author Sharon Bolton
'Mesmerising' -- The Times
'Treading a fine line between horror and thriller ... seriously rich yet relentlessly disturbing' -- Daily Mirror
'Managed to keep me on tenterhooks right up to the thrilling end.' -- ***** Reader review
'A haunting and disturbing read that was very difficult to put down.' -- ***** Reader review
'A perfect mix of thrills, gasps and plot twists.' -- ***** Reader review
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SOMEONE IS WATCHING YOU...
A series of suicides. Each one a female university student. Each one more horrifying than the last.
The police know it cannot be coincidence. But they can't prove it.
They need someone to go undercover. A young policewoman, as vulnerable as the others. As unprepared for the nightmare that will greet her.
Watch your back, Lacey Flint . . .
'Bolton is hot property in crime fiction right now' Stylist Magazine
'Mesmerising' The Times
A series of suicides. Each one more horrifying than the last.
The police know it cannot be coincidence. As unprepared for the nightmare that will greet her.
Watch your back, Lacey Flint . .