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Oh my!! How innocent can a woman be was my first thought at the beginning of the book!!
Oh my!! When you are this naive, you deserve to be preyed upon was my thought in mid-book!!
OMG!! Woman, get up. Do something. Everyone is lying, even you!! That was my thought when I realized where the book was going before the main character.
The story sure did evoke my emotions, sympathy, empathy, rage, finally resignation. My first book by author Arianne Richmonde was a rollercoaster of emotions. I couldn’t stop reading as I have met women like the main character who are that innocent.
The house was the focal point of the widow’s life. Nothing and nobody could ever make her leave. It was her dream house. Being a lawyer, she was still not the sharpest knife on the stand. Her loneliness and dependency on her husband made her more vulnerable. Post his death she was set adrift.
Entered the triplets who brought color to the house initially. She invited them in and allowed them to live with her until the tables turned. From then on, it was lies, lies, and more lies. True colors were revealed, and the story took a twist. In fact, a few twists before the explosive finale.
The first half was slow, no doubt, but the second rocked. From suspense, it became an action packed thriller. The main character received some knee-busting kicks. I hoped they would make her savvy and street smart.
I could guess the story as there were few characters to bank on. But I still enjoyed the book thoroughly as some parts of it resonated with me. I was that innocent once and I was preyed upon too.
Overall, a great adrenaline filled ride in the last few pages.
I received a ARC from NetGalley and the publisher, and this is my journey into its pages, straight from the heart!! STRICTLY HONEST AND UNBIASED.
All my reviews can be read here
The perfect house or the perfect lie?
The moment my husband showed me Cliffside—a sleek and modern glass home perched on the edge of the jagged Big Sur clifftops—I fell in love. And right there and then I made a pact with myself. I am never leaving this house.
But when my husband was killed on the perilous roads leading up to the house, weeks after we moved in, I had a decision to make—leave the home I love and start a new life or stay and shut myself off from the world? I am never leaving this house.
As I pieced together my shattered life, my mind began to play tricks on me. Footsteps along the beach, leading to my home, then blood-red flowers left on my doorstep with a note that read Looking at you. So I retreated back to the safety of my glass refuge once again. I am never leaving this house.
But now, as I stare out of the towering windows of my perfect home, I know there is someone out there staring back. I know that they are watching my every move, waiting to make me pay for my past mistakes.