Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of bestselling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish.
Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity’s notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn’t expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read. Page after page of bone-chilling admissions, including Verity’s recollection of what really happened the day her daughter died.
Lowen decides to keep the manuscript hidden from Jeremy, knowing its contents would devastate the already grieving father. But as Lowen’s feelings for Jeremy begin to intensify, she recognizes all the ways she could benefit if he were to read his wife’s words. After all, no matter how devoted Jeremy is to his injured wife, a truth this horrifying would make it impossible for him to continue to love her.
A standalone romantic thriller from #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover.
Well if the opening of the book was any indicator of how this story was going to go… geez. Colleen Hoover is literally marvelous at crafting a story that is both horrifying and exciting. Verity absolutely teeters the lines of mystery, intrigue, and sexiness.
I really enjoyed uncovering the story as Lowen does. Parts of this book are so gut-wrenching and you’re just trying to understand the unjustness of it or what is real and what is fake along with the characters.
Just when you think you have everything figured out, Hoover ends the book on a “holy sh*t” moment and then everything cycles through your brain again. You’re left wondering, regretting your thoughts, and turning on the other-side before tipping back to the “no no no, that cannot be right”. She truly knocked this one out of the park. You think you know what is coming, but you really do not.
Jotted by Jena 