Darkest Deceit: A Gripping Psychological Thriller

"This novel is a rollercoaster ride of twists and turns, and every time I thought I had it figured out, another reveal came along." - Stacey B, NetGalley Reviewer

"Sooo many good twists! I loved this book and [I've] already recommended it to my friends! And the ending...mind blown!!" - Destini M, NetGalley Reviewer

"I was hooked from the start and with everything going on it was super easy to not want to put the book down." - Lisa, Goodreads Reviewer

"The story picks up really quickly and the pace doesn't slow down. This book had a lot of twists - and I don't think I was right about any of them (which I love)." - Jordan E., NetGalley Reviewer

Three Can Keep a Secret, if Two of Them Are Dead

When Gale enters the abandoned old mansion on Halloween night, she’s ready to celebrate her 26th birthday with her boyfriend and a couple of friends. But as they explore the ancient house, Gale soon begins to question her companions’ intentions and loyalties.

As her paranoia deepens, she becomes more and more convinced that no one is who they say they are and that a dark figure from a fateful night in her past is inside the mansion with them, hungry for vengeance.

Will Gale be forced to relive the deadly events that changed her life forever as she struggles to survive a second time? Or will she at last reveal the horrible secret she’s kept locked inside for the last ten years and embrace her own darkest deceit?

A Gripping Psychological Thriller

SAMPLE from Darkest Deceit:

We step onto the rickety, rotting porch, and Dan unlocks a giant industrial-sized padlock, releasing the heavy chains wrapped around and through the iron door handles. I half expect the old scare actor woman to be sitting there in her antique rocking chair, telling us about how the last family that owned this place were cannibals and how we’d better watch ourselves inside.

Don’t want to get eaten by accident.

But tonight, the porch is empty except for us. And when the door swings open, the entryway is devoid of humans and monsters alike.

Once we’re in the foyer, Dan turns around and wraps the same chains around the inside door handles, then locks it. I spin around at the sound of the chunky click of the padlock being secured.

“Afraid we’re going to escape?” Bob asks.

“I’m already taking a chance no one on the crew sees us in here tonight,” he says, grumbling. “Plus, there’s the issue of insurance. Some homeless guy was getting in and setting up house in here last month. We kicked him out and made sure everything was locked down super tight. And I have to keep it that way while we’re here. The place is so big, we’d never know if someone stepped inside while we were in another part of the building.”

Ooh. That shoots serious movie thriller killer vibes through me, and I smile.

The cramped foyer smells of sour mildew and is truncated by a massive wall of plywood constructed by the people who used to run the haunted house. If we had a way to walk straight through the wall, I’m pretty sure we’d end up at the ornate main staircase, one of my favorite parts of the house.

“Come on, Spooky,” Mary says, eyeing Dan but talking to me. “I’ll protect you from your boyfriend if he turns out to be a serial killer.”

Bob laughs. Dan does not.