A girl looking for love... When Jane, a broke dog-walker newly arrived in town, meets Eddie Rochester, she cant believe her luck. Eddie is handsome, rich and lives alone in a beautiful mansion since the tragic death of his beloved wife a year ago. A man who seems perfect... Eddie can give Jane everything shes always wanted: stability, acceptance, and a picture-perfect life. A wife who just wont stay buried... But what Jane doesnt know is that Eddie is keeping a secret - a big secret. And when the truth comes out, the consequences are far more deadly than anyone could ever have imagined...

A girl looking for love... When Jane, a broke dog-walker newly arrived in town, meets Eddie Rochester, she cant believe her luck. Eddie is handsome, rich and lives alone in a beautiful mansion since the tragic death of his beloved wife a year ago. A man who seems perfect... Eddie can give Jane everything shes always wanted: stability, acceptance, and a picture-perfect life. A wife who just wont stay buried... But what Jane doesnt know is that Eddie is keeping a secret - a big secret. And when the truth comes out, the consequences are far more deadly than anyone could ever have imagined...

A girl looking for love… When Jane, a broke dog-walker newly arrived in town, meets Eddie Rochester, she can't believe her luck. Eddie is handsome, rich and lives alone in a beautiful mansion since the tragic death of his beloved wife a year ago. A man who seems perfect… Eddie can give Jane everything she's always wanted: stability, acceptance, and a picture-perfect life. A wife who just won't stay buried… But what Jane doesn't know is that Eddie is keeping a secret - a big secret. And when the truth comes out, the consequences are far more deadly than anyone could ever have imagined…

Friend. Neighbour. Killer? Leah's new to Wyndham Park. Lonely and suffering from insomnia, she befriends her upstairs neighbour Anton. Anton has only recently returned to the street and is lonely too. He's been gone for nineteen years - but he hasn't told Leah the reason why. That nineteen years ago he was imprisoned for killing his wife. A wife who looked a bit like Leah… Was he wrongly convicted? Or is Leah befriending a killer intent on luring her closer and closer?

When Harold Fry nips out one morning to post a letter, leaving his wife hoovering upstairs, he has no idea that he is about to walk from one end of the country to the other. He has no hiking boots or map, let alone a compass, waterproof or mobile phone. All he knows is that he must keep walking. To save someone elses life.

When Harold Fry nips out one morning to post a letter, leaving his wife hoovering upstairs, he has no idea that he is about to walk from one end of the country to the other. He has no hiking boots or map, let alone a compass, waterproof or mobile phone. All he knows is that he must keep walking. To save someone elses life.

When Harold Fry nips out one morning to post a letter, leaving his wife hoovering upstairs, he has no idea that he is about to walk from one end of the country to the other. He has no hiking boots or map, let alone a compass, waterproof or mobile phone. All he knows is that he must keep walking. To save someone else's life. Harold Fry is the most ordinary of men. He just might be a hero for us all.

R. K. Narayan is one of India's most valued and adored twentieth-century novelists. He takes his place alongside Graham Greene, Elizabeth Bowen and Chekhov in the pantheon of twentieth-century greats. Krishna, an English teacher in the town of Malgudi, nagged by the feeling he's doing the wrong work, is nonetheless delighted by his domestic life, where his wife and young daughter wait for him outside the house every afternoon. Devastated by the death of his wife, Krishna comes to realise what he really wants to do, and makes a decision that will change his life forever.

Christmas Eve, 1938. The Westbury family and assorted friends have gathered for another legendary celebration at their beautiful country house. The champagne flows, the silverware sparkles and upstairs the rooms are ready for their occupants.

Christmas Eve, 1938. The Westbury family and assorted friends have gathered for another legendary celebration at their beautiful country house. The champagne flows, the silverware sparkles and upstairs the rooms are ready for their occupants.

In the small village of Cold Christmas theres a church that faces the wrong way... What has it to do with the three dead men found in a London flat? DCI Antonia Hawkins has a killer to catch. Only she cant predict what is waiting for her at the end of the chase. Nobody remembers the young men entering the abandoned London flat a few weeks ago. Nobody cares if they left. Until the unbearable smell of decay. DCI Antonia Hawkins is called in to view the dead men; three, lying neat in a row. Theres no damage to the bodies, no obvious cause of death. Is this a suicide pact? Or is that just how its meant to look? If there is a link between the three very different men then Hawkins needs to find it, and fast. Because unless she does, more are going to die. And they might not all be strangers.

In the small village of Cold Christmas theres a church that faces the wrong way... What has it to do with the three dead men found in a London flat? DCI Antonia Hawkins has a killer to catch. Only she cant predict what is waiting for her at the end of the chase. Nobody remembers the young men entering the abandoned London flat a few weeks ago. Nobody cares if they left. Until the unbearable smell of decay. DCI Antonia Hawkins is called in to view the dead men; three, lying neat in a row. Theres no damage to the bodies, no obvious cause of death. Is this a suicide pact? Or is that just how its meant to look? If there is a link between the three very different men then Hawkins needs to find it, and fast. Because unless she does, more are going to die. And they might not all be strangers.

Four Mysteries It's a night just like any other in the Conister home - but then Paul heads upstairs and never comes back. When his wife Maggie goes to see where he is, she can't find him. His phone and wallet are by the bed. The windows are locked from the inside. Paul has vanished. Four Stories Missing persons investigator David Raker is an expert in locating the lost. So when he's hired by Maggie, he knows that in every disappearance - however impossible it seems - there's an answer. What he doesn't know yet is that his search for Paul Conister will become linked to three other mysteries . . . One Connection A night patrolman on the London Underground makes a deadly discovery. A cold case is reopened - but the key witness appears to no longer exist. And thousands of miles away, a random shooting may not be random at all. David Raker is key to unlocking the truth . . .

From the acclaimed author of The Sandpit, an exhilarating literary thriller about the hunt for a missing terrorist in South America. Out of a job but in search of one last scoop from South America, journalist John Dyer strikes gold when he chances upon Agustin Rejas, a former police colonel whose dogged pursuit - and eventual capture - of murderous guerrilla leader Ezequiel made him a national hero. Over many nights, Rejas recounts his story of the years-long manhunt. So too emerges the tale of his own poor upbringing, his turbulent marriage and the passion he once felt for Yolanda, his daughter's ballet teacher - an all-consuming obsession that would ultimately lead him straight to the elusive Ezequiel...

Several years ago, your husband, and the father of your young son, disappeared. Since then, you’ve dreamed of his return; railed against him for leaving you alone; grieved for your marriage; and, finally, vowed to move on.One morning, the phone rings. When you answer, a voice at the other end tells you your husband’s on a plane bound for home, and that you’ll see him tomorrow.You’ve imagined this reunion countless times. Of course you have. But nothing has prepared you for the reality. For you realize you don’t know this man.Because he isn’t your husband, he’s a complete stranger – and he’s coming home with you.Even worse, he seems to know about something very bad you once did, something no one else could possibly know about . . . Could they? .

In a large house in London's fashionable Chelsea, a baby is awake in her cot. Well-fed and cared for, she is happily waiting for someone to pick her up. In the kitchen lie three decomposing corpses. Close to them is a hastily scrawled note. They've been dead for several days. Who has been looking after the baby? And where did they go? Two entangled families. A house with the darkest of secrets. A compulsive thriller from Lisa Jewell.