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Thursday, February 2, 2017

Review: Behind Closed Doors by B.A. Paris

Behind Closed Doors by B.A. Paris
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
St. Martin's Press

I read this last year when I was home sick and once I opened it, it never closed until I was finished.  A few have mentioned they bought this book after I posted everywhere about it and turns out, they loved it too! With B.A. Paris's new book, The Breakdown, coming out, I needed to push this out again.  Please do yourself a favor, set aside some time and open up this bad boy and enjoy the ride! (And keep reading to see the GR synopsis of The Breakdown!)

This book follows Grace and Jack's relationship from beginning to end, going chapter to chapter from Past to Present. While the first few chapters had me thinking it was your typical abusive marriage story, it quickly took a wide left turn at Albuquerque that had me basically reading this entire book in one sitting. I am almost happy that my cold has me bedridden so I could do nothing but finish this story today. There are tons of books on emotionally abusive relationships but this had an additional element that I hadn't seen before - or maybe this particular combination of..... and while you could see the ending coming, I was invested to know the particulars and the last couple of lines gave me actual chills. Highly recommend for a fast paced, psychological thriller that keeps you entertained from beginning to end.

The Breakdown! Coming June 20, 2017 

If you can’t trust yourself, who can you trust?

Cass is having a hard time since the night she saw the car in the woods, on the winding rural road, in the middle of a downpour, with the woman sitting inside―the woman who was killed. She’s been trying to put the crime out of her mind; what could she have done, really? It’s a dangerous road to be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious if he knew she’d broken her promise not to take that shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt herself if she’d stopped.

But since then, she’s been forgetting every little thing: where she left the car, if she took her pills, the alarm code, why she ordered a pram when she doesn’t have a baby.

The only thing she can’t forget is that woman, the woman she might have saved, and the terrible nagging guilt.

Or the silent calls she’s receiving, or the feeling that someone’s watching her…

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