Psychological Thriller Suspense

Three years ago, Lexie destroyed their friendship group with a single, unforgivable act. Now she’s bringing them all back together. And someone’s going to pay… On a cold October night, a group of old college friends arrive at a fog-shrouded lakehouse, summoned by a curious email that reads more like a threat than an invitation. From the woman no one has spoken to for three years. There’s the cynical best friend, the anguished fiancé, the careless player, the lost follower, the quiet survivor. Each with a secret they’d kill to protect.

Then: Morning light shines into the nursery, casting shadows across the pale pink walls and wooden cot in the middle of the room. She opens the door expecting to hear the soft coo of her daughter, Sofia, stretching herself awake. But the room is silent. The cot is empty. Her little girl has vanished. Now: Twelve years have passed, but Emily will never forget the night her life changed forever, and she’s happy to have her daughter back beside her. A teenager now, Sofia started asking questions about when she was a baby.

My husband is dead. I attended his funeral. I watched his casket be lowered six feet into the ground. (Actually, it may have been only five feet, but that still seems like more than enough.) And then we ate an array of finger sandwiches and deviled eggs and miniature beef wellingtons that cost more than my first car. My point is, Grant is gone. And so are all his many, many deep, dark secrets which I never really ever bothered to ask him about. He is never coming back.

In the lockdown ward of a psychiatric hospital, Dr. Nadine Lavoie is in her element. She has the tools to help people, and she has the desire: Healing broken families is what she lives for. But Nadine doesn’t want to look too closely at her own past because there are whole chunks of her life that are black holes. It takes all her willpower to tamp down her recurrent claustrophobia, and her daughter, Lisa, is a runaway who has been on the streets for seven years. When a distraught woman, Heather Simeon, is brought into the Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit after a suicide attempt, Nadine gently coaxes her story out of her - and learns of some troubling parallels to her own life.

Marianne has a life others dream of. A beautiful townhouse on the best street in the neighbourhood. Three bright children who are her pride and joy. Sometimes her past still hurts: losing her mother early, growing up in foster care. But her husband, Simon, is always there. A successful surgeon, he’s the envy of every woman they’ve ever met. Flowers, gifts, trips to France: nothing is too good for his family. Then Simon says another woman’s name. The way he lingers on it, Caroline, gives Marianne a shudder of suspicion, but she knows it’s nothing - she can’t entertain this flash of paranoia.

Motive. Means. Opportunity. Without proof of all three, the guilty can walk free. But even with an alibi, the innocent can still be condemned. For six award-winning, bestselling authors of psychological suspense, truth and lies weave together in a tangle of conflicting loyalties, hidden crimes, and dark secrets. Pull one thread, and there’s no telling what will unravel.

Kim Slade is at work when there's a knock at her office door. Someone is waiting for her in reception. A woman claiming to be her mother. The mother who abandoned her thirty years ago. Monica Slade has been working as a live-in housekeeper for a judge and his wife, she says. But now Judge Hawkes is dead. The last thing Monica says before the police take her in for questioning is: "There are things you should know. About the past."

Tegan is eight months pregnant, alone, and desperately wants to put her crumbling life in the rearview mirror. So she hits the road, planning to stay with her brother until she can figure out her next move. But she doesn't realize she's heading straight into a blizzard. She never arrives at her destination. Stranded in rural Maine with a dead car and broken ankle, Tegan worries she's made a terrible mistake. Then a miracle occurs: she is rescued by a couple who offers her a room in their warm cabin until the snow clears. But something isn't right.

The assassin known as Victor is hiding out in a small motel in Canada after a job across the border. A few days laying low and he'll be gone and leave no trace behind. He doesn't count on getting to know a mother and her boy who reminds him of his own troubled childhood. When both vanish, only Victor seems to notice. Once he starts looking for them, he finds himself at odds with the criminals who own the town.

Carly had thought they’d always live there. The beautiful Cornish cliffside house they’d taken on as a wreck, that Mark had obsessively redesigned and renovated - a project that had made him famous. It was where they’d raised their children, where they’d sat cozily on the sofa, watching storms raging over the sea below. It was where they’d promised to keep each other’s secrets. Until now. Because Mark has fallen in love. With someone he definitely shouldn’t have. Someone who isn’t Carly. And suddenly their family home doesn’t feel like so much of a safe haven.

Le lendemain d'une violente tempête, le corps d'une adolescente est retrouvé dans les bois. La police est pressée de trouver le meurtrier et d'élucider cette tragédie, mais sans preuves solides ni témoin, l'affaire demeure un mystère. Désespérément en quête de ce tueur sadique, la police se lance dans une traque effrénée et finit par trouver son homme : un inconnu sans alibi. Lorsque le suspect avoue le crime, l'affaire est close. Mais deux femmes soupçonnent une supercherie et se décident à découvrir coûte que coûte ce qui s'est véritablement passé.

When true crime podcaster Scott Townseend decides to feature a local cold case on his show, he’s just hoping to grow his audience. But the murder of Tony Sanchez isn’t just any cold case. It’s brutal, unsolved, and tangled in secrets no one wants uncovered. And when Scott stumbles across a second eerily similar murder, things start to feel less like coincidence and more like a pattern.

" Tout le monde ici a tué quelqu’un. " " Il n’y a aucun moyen de quitter cette île. " " Vous allez tous tuer ou être tués ici. " L’une de ces affirmations est un mensonge. Mais laquelle ? Amira n’a aucune envie de participer à l’anniversaire de son mari et de ses amis sur une île écossaise coupée du monde. Et malgré un jacuzzi chauffé au bois, le séjour s’annonce glacial. Pour détendre l’atmosphère, les convives décident de jouer à « deux vérités et un mensonge » en déposant anonymement trois déclarations sur eux-mêmes dans une boîte.

It is the fall of 1995 at Rocky Barrens University, hidden amidst the pine trees and starry skies of Northern Ontario. Aurelle Taylor, daughter of a world-famous fashion designer, becomes the closest friend of burgeoning painter Diana Martin; they have bonded over a mutual desire to escape their wealthy families and personal tragedies and begin new lives as students at RBU. They are closer than lovers, they are like one thing, intoxicated by their own bond, falling into the hedonistic seduction of the woods and the water at a university that is more summer camp than campus.

Behind a wall of amnesia, he can’t remember anything. Maybe he can’t bear to. Nameless knows only the mission: Directed by the mysterious Ace of Diamonds, he travels the country, turning predators into prey. But the pain in his past can’t hold him back when dark visions of the future lead him toward his greatest test yet. Nameless is closing in on a revelatory endgame in this collection of short thrillers from #1 New York Times bestselling author Dean Koontz.

Laura Phillips always wanted to travel the world but was too afraid to go it alone. So when her new boyfriend, Dave, invites her on a romantic getaway to the remote island of Eleuthera in the Bahamas, she jumps at the chance. As soon as they arrive at the Pink Sands resort, Laura and Dave are handed cocktails garnished with umbrellas and led to a luxurious suite. It’s a lovers’ paradise. But when they head down to the pristine beach, Laura notices an oddity among the sunbathing couples: a woman vacationing alone.

As the third wave of the virus hits, all inhabitants of Melbourne are given until 8pm to get to their homes. Wherever they are when the curfew hits, they must live for four weeks and stay within a 5km radius. When Lou’s son Samuel doesn’t arrive home by nightfall she begins to panic. He doesn’t answer his phone. He doesn’t message. His social media channels are inactive. Lou is out of her mind with worry, but she can’t go to the police, because she has secrets of her own. Secrets that Samuel just can’t find out about. Lou must find her son herself and bring him home.

Amy is trapped in a nightmare with Jason, a controlling, violent husband. Then on a short cruise without him, Amy befriends Liz, a young woman traveling alone on her way to meet her birth mother for the first time. Liz looks so much like Amy that they could be sisters. When Amy regains consciousness after a terrible accident that takes the lives of many passengers, she finds that, because of a mix-up in personal effects, everyone believes she is Liz. Only she knows it is Liz who has gone missing, presumed dead.

The white-washed Italian villa is perfect. I thought it might feel odd, living in a stranger’s house for the summer, but as my husband and children swim in the infinity pool, I start to relax. And then, in the back of a wardrobe, I find something that shatters everything.... Sparkling green eyes, square jaw, lopsided smile. A young man with his arm around a beautiful woman. The picture is old and faded, but I’d recognize him anywhere. The man is my husband.

The night they took my son was the worst night of my entire life. I'm his mother, after all. I was the one who needed to protect him, and I failed miserably. Three long years later, he came back. It was a miracle. It should've been the best day of my life, but he came back a different child—violent and troubled. The monster who abducted him must've done unimaginable things to him, and the worst part is—he won't say a word. I can't blame him one bit. It was my fault; I should've saved him.