EXCERPT: His blood is all over both of us. Arterial blood, bright with oxygen. My shirt is drenched in it. It’s in my mouth, in my nostrils; I breathe it in, I taste it. Salty and metallic, as if I’ve licked a rusty metal railing.
I rock back on my heels and push the hair out of my eyes. Our mortal struggle has left us both panting, gasping for breath. Ten feet away from me, she manoeuvres herself into a half-seated position, her left arm hanging uselessly at her side.
The knife lies in a glistening ruby pool between us. I don’t take my eyes off her for a single second. Her gaze slides towards the blade, and then back to me.
My phone is out of reach in my bag by the door. There’s no use calling for an ambulance, anyway. He’s dead. No one can lose that much blood and survive.
There are shouts outside. Running feet. The Beach House is set away from the main hotel, but sound carries across water. Someone heard the screaming. Help is coming.
I see her realise it too. Cradling her dislocated arm, she turns quickly towards the open terrace door, weighing up her chances. It’s only one floor up, there’s soft sand below, but the tide is coming in, cutting off the causeway, and she’s in no condition to scramble up the treacherous cliff steps. She’s running out of time, anyway; the voices are right outside the door.
She looks at me, and gives a small shrug, win some, lose some,
The hubbub outside intensifies. The door shudders, then splinters. Two men spill into the room, a press of white faces behind them. I see the shock in their eyes as the gory scene registers. One of them turns and shuts the door, but not before a mobile phone flashes in the crowd.
Now perhaps everyone will finally believe me.
ABOUT THIS BOOK: Both of them loved him. One of them killed him . . .
Louise has had to watch her husband, Andrew, start a new family in the four years since he left her. The ‘other woman’ is now his wife – but Louise isn’t ready to let Caz enjoy the life that was once hers, or to let go of the man she still loves.
As Louise starts to dig into Caz’s past, the two women’s pretence of civility starts to slip. But in trying to undermine each other, they discover more about the man they both married.
And when Andrew is murdered during the anniversary celebrations, both women are found standing over the body.
It’s always the wife. But which one?
MY THOUGHTS: O!M!G! This just blew me away. What an exciting read! Gripping, compelling, all those superlatives that are bandied around actually apply to One in Three. I could not put this down.
You know how they say there’s his story, and her story, and the truth is somewhere in the middle….well, in this case there’s her story, and her story….and where is the truth?
What a family! What a complex set of relationships! This family is like a basket of venomous snakes. Everyone has their own agenda. No one tells the truth, except for Min. I loved Min, but her loyalties could be a little misplaced, or not.
The story is told primarily from the viewpoints of Louise and Caz (Caroline) interspersed with police interviews with other people who were at the anniversary party. We start with a death, then move back seven weeks before the party where the death occurred to experience the events leading up to the party.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And there are at least two of them here.
Be prepared to be amazed. An exquisite read!
5 very excited stars This is the second book I have read by this author. I loved both and will be reading everything Tess Stimson has ever written.
‘Memory is a very unreliable narrator…we all think memories are stored in our brains just as they are in computers. Once registered, the data is put away for safe-keeping and eventual recall. The facts don’t change. But the truth is, every time we remember something, we are reconstructing the event, reassembling it from traces throughout the brain.’
‘The real monsters aren’t seamy, sleazy oddballs with lank hair and dead eyes who lurk in back alleys and dark corners. They’re pleasant family men who live among you, handsome and charming, the last people you’d ever expect.’
THE AUTHOR: Tess Stimson frequently contributes to newspapers and women’s magazines. Born in England, she graduated from Oxford before working as a television news producer. Stimson is also the author of Hard News, Soft Focus, Pole Position, The Adultery Club, The Infidelity Chain (UK)/One Good Affair (US), The Nanny (UK)/Who Loves You Best (US), What’s Yours Is Mine, The Wife Who Ran Away, The Lying Game and An Open Marriage. She is also the author of two works of non-fiction, Beat the Bitch: How to Stop the Other Woman Stealing Your Man, and Yours Till The End: The biography of a Beirut Hostage. She lives in Vermont with her family.
DISCLOSURE: Thank you to Avon Books via Netgalley for providing a digital ARC of One in Three by Tess Stimson for review. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.
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