⭐️⭐️⭐️💫/5
Thank you to @netgalley, @bookouture and Amy Sheppard for this gifted audiobook in exchange for my honest review.
I’d like to start by saying that overall I really enjoyed this book. I think I went into this with misaligned expectations (I thought it would be a fast paced suspense/thriller when it was more of a winding mystery) but the audio helped move things along. I loved the narrators voice and I felt like the character development was done really well. The mystery itself was a bit slow until near the end with a few shocking revelations I was not expecting, but that didn’t keep me from enjoying the story and interactions between the characters.
I’d highly recommend this book for fans of Lucy Foley, this book felt like it could be one of hers!
Content Rating: PG-13/R due to references to rape, affairs, and murder. Nothing graphic to note, but this book is definitely meant for adult readers.
Synopsis:
We were all at the party. Which of us wanted her dead?
As the smoke from the bonfire spirals into the night sky and the cool drinks slip down our throats, none of us can take our eyes off Lacey. She dances in the dunes, her long golden hair damp from her late-night swim, her smile dazzling, her blue eyes closed.
Everyone who is close to Lacey sits by the smoky fire. Her adoring boyfriend, who holds onto her, perhaps a little too tightly. Her little sister, always in Lacey’s shadow, sifting fine soft sand through her fingers, never taking her eyes off Lacey. And me. Sad and full of rage, after an argument forced the man I love to leave the party early.
When the fire burns out, we stumble away from the beach, along the cliff path – faces burned by the wind, hearts full of secrets. But Lacey never makes it home. The next morning, her body is found in the sand dunes, a heart-shaped locket missing from around her neck.
Who would have thought our beach party could end the way it did? Close friends gathered on the last night of a long hot summer – which one of us could have killed the girl everybody loved?
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