A Book A Week

We’re taught to fear what waits in the dark. We flip on porch lights, clutch our keys a little tighter in empty parking lots, and leave a lamp glowing when we go out, anything to suggest there’s life inside. Logically, we know the dark isn’t dangerous in itself. But try convincing your brain of that. It’s a fear born early. We plug in nightlights, teach kids to be wary of what hides in the shadows, and for every false alarm, there’s just enough truth to keep the fear alive.

It’s in that charged space between logic and imagination that Daphne Woolsoncroft sets the stage for Night Watcher. She conjures a killer who moves within those shadows, lurking just out of sight, ready to strike. The result is a chilling, pulse-pounding read that plays perfectly on our most primal fears.

Nola has never escaped the shadow of that night. As a child, she came face-to-face with one of the most infamous serial killers to ever haunt the Pacific Northwest. Her babysitter, Mia, was murdered downstairs, while Nola was inexplicably spared. The killer wore a white stitched mask, and that image burned into her memory. Dubbed The Hiding Man, he vanished into the darkness and was never caught. For years, Nola lived with the fear he might return.

Now an adult, Nola has made a name for herself as the host of Night Watch, a late-night call-in radio show that delves into unsolved mysteries and conspiracy theories. She tells herself she’s moved on, but the security cameras dotting her property suggest otherwise. The feeling of being watched has never quite left, and lately, it’s grown stronger. When a disturbing call comes in during a live show, from a woman whispering about an intruder in her home, Nola’s blood runs cold. The voice on the other end describes a man wearing a white stitched mask. After all these years, The Hiding Man is back. And this time, he's coming for her.

Night Watcher sees Daphne Woolsoncroft prey on our fear of darkness and the unknown in the best, most skin-crawling way possible. I was immediately creeped out by The Hiding Man, and Woolsoncroft expertly threads that fear through a tense, fast-paced narrative. Shifting perspectives offer a layered look at the hunt—or lack thereof, depending on the POV—for the killer. Inspired by the unsolved murder of her own aunt, Woolsoncroft channels real grief and paranoia into the novel, and it shows.

Even when the pacing slowed briefly, I was too hooked to care. Everything builds toward a pulse-pounding conclusion that left my heart racing more than any thriller I’ve read this year. Night Watcher is a winner. It's smart, scary, and downright impossible to put down.

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(2025, 60)

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” When I was four, I remember proudly answering that question with what I thought was a perfectly reasonable response: “I want to be a rodeo clown.” To me, there was no profession more noble. I had seen Texas legend Leon Coffee perform at my hometown rodeo and was in awe of how he always had a joke at the ready, right before throwing himself in front of raging bulls to protect fallen riders. It never occurred to me that this wasn’t an acceptable answer, and to my parents’ credit, they didn’t discourage the dream. As I grew, though, I came to understand the realities of being a clown, and my interests drifted elsewhere.

In her newest novel, Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Before, Kristen Arnett introduces us to a woman who never outgrew that dream. She wants to be a clown, and her story is equal parts hilarious, raw, and compelling. 

Cherry is a clown, or at least, she’s trying to be. By day, she works a dead-end job at an aquarium supply store and hooks up with an older woman on the side (mommy issues, anyone?). But her real passion comes alive when she steps into character as Bunko, the rodeo clown with a fear of horses. The gigs aren’t glamorous (kids’ birthday parties, county fairs), but Cherry’s committed to the dream. She's chasing both a creative calling and the memory of her late brother, the one everyone remembered as the funniest person in the room.

When she meets Margot the Magician, an alluring, successful older woman with a flair for mixing commerce and art, Cherry thinks her luck is finally turning. The chemistry is electric, but it’s the promise of mentorship that sparks real hope. Margot might be the key to taking Cherry’s act from small-town oddity to something bigger. But as the lines between personal and professional blur, Cherry is forced to ask herself how much she’s willing to risk for Margot, for the act, and for the kind of woman she really wants to be beneath the greasepaint.

I was drawn to Kristen Arnett’s newest novel based on how much I enjoyed With Teeth, a raw and emotionally charged exploration of motherhood, queerness, and the pressure to be perceived as perfect. In Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One, Arnett brings her wit and singular perspective to a very different kind of character. She isn’t striving for perfection at all. In fact, Cherry knows she’s a screw-up, and she leans into it.

Caught between ambition, desire, and lingering trauma, Cherry is a messy, complex protagonist who often gets in her own way. She’s not easy to root for—much of her misery is self-inflicted—but Arnett’s sharp humor and deeply human writing kept me engaged. Unlike With Teeth, this novel doesn’t have a driving plot or sense of momentum. But that may be the point. Cherry is drifting, and the book serves as a lens into that aimlessness. It’s a character study above all else. I liked it, though I didn’t love it. And that’s perfectly okay. I still admire Arnett’s writing immensely and will be eager to see what she does next.

For more information, visit the author's website, Amazon, and Goodreads. 

(2025, 59)

What would you do if your entire world crumbled around you?

Adele never expected her husband to vanish without a word. Only after he disappeared did she learn the truth. He’d been embezzling from his company and was now a fugitive, leaving Adele behind with two kids, no money, and a mountain of questions. With Violet and Blake depending on her, Adele did what any mother would—she kept going. She began posting about her life online, sharing fitness tips, budget-friendly recipes, and her experiences as a single mother. Slowly, she built a following. It wasn’t enough to pay the bills yet, but with a bit of luck, maybe it could be.

That’s how she ends up on Falco Island, one of several influencers invited to compete in a high-stakes game of hide and seek hosted by Maverick Dillan, a social media mogul known for his flashy contests, huge payouts, and questionable ethics. The prize money could change everything for Adele and her kids, but she’s unaware of the dark rumors swirling around Maverick’s last event, the one where a contestant vanished without a trace. What begins as a quirky competition for fame and fortune quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. And as Adele soon learns, not everyone came to the island to play fair.

I first encountered Lisa Unger’s writing through her holiday-themed novella Christmas Presents, a story that showcased her knack for clever plots, affable characters, and tantalizing twists. With Close Your Eyes and Count to Ten, Unger cranks that formula up to eleven. Adele is the emotional anchor of the story, but Unger enriches the narrative by alternating perspectives—jumping between Adele, her two children, Maverick, and his business partner and lover. The result is a propulsive, layered thriller where we see motivations and revelations unfold in real time, often before the characters themselves do.

Though I spotted a few twists ahead of time, Unger still surprised me with the direction she took things. The thrills come fast, but they’re grounded in emotional nuance—especially around themes of parenthood, identity, and navigating a life shaped by social media. It’s a summer read that packs a punch. Close Your Eyes and Count to 10 is entertaining, fast-paced, and full of unexpected heart. It's a rollicking good time.

For more information, visit the author's website, Amazon, and Goodreads. 

(2025, 58)

Summer is in full swing, and no summer day is complete without spending some time by your favorite body of water and reading a good book. Oceans, rivers, lakes, pools—whatever you choose, there's nothing better than a peaceful setting where the only thing you have to do is turn the next page. Jaime Day has built a career writing domestic thrillers that blend humor and relatability with darker twists and turns. It's a formula that has already supported two books and is also the foundation of his newest novel, The Lake Escape. After having enjoyed the over-the-top approach to their last book, One Big Happy Family, I happily accepted a copy of this latest from the publisher.

Every summer, Julia, David, and Erika return to their Vermont lake homes. It was once the backdrop of sun-soaked childhood memories, but now it’s a place of aging bodies, restless teenagers, and marriages stuck on autopilot. This year, things feel different. David shows up with a much-younger girlfriend, a perfectly polished nanny, and a smug attitude about his newly renovated lake house—a house that now blocks the lake view his friends once cherished. And then the girlfriend vanishes. At first, there are only whispers of suspicion, but it’s not long before paranoia sets in. The lake already has a shadowed past—two young women went missing there three decades ago—and the weight of those unresolved tragedies lingers just below the surface. As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, Julia and Erika are forced to question how well they ever knew David... or each other.

The Lake Escape is another twisty, sun-drenched thriller from Jaime Day, filled with juicy drama, tangled secrets, and a rotating cast of unreliable characters. Like their previous book, it doesn't aim for subtlety or deep character exploration. Instead, it leans hard into thriller tropes and soapy reveals. And honestly? That’s part of the fun. It’s the kind of book you fly through in a couple of sittings, pulled along by the suspense, the messiness, and the summer setting. It may not linger long after you’ve finished, but while you’re in it, it delivers exactly what you came for. It's a fast, fun escape.

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(2025, 57)

I first discovered Lisa Scottoline’s writing with her 2019 novel Someone Knows, a suburban thriller rich with emotion and deeply drawn characters. I remember enjoying it, but for whatever reason, I never picked up another of her books—until now. When her publisher graciously shared a copy of her latest, The Unraveling of Julia, I jumped at the chance to dive back in. Based on my prior experience, I expected another grounded character study woven into a twisty thriller. What I got instead was something altogether different.

If anyone had reason to believe in curses, it’s Julia. Her life has been one tragedy after another—first the loss of her adoptive parents, then the violent murder of her husband, which she witnessed in horror. Since that terrible day, Julia has blamed herself. After all, her horoscope practically foretold his death. If she’d only paid attention, maybe she could have prevented it. Instead, she let fate take its course, and now she’s trapped in what feels like a cursed life.

But everything changes when a mysterious letter arrives. Julia has been named the sole heir to a villa and vineyard in Tuscany, left to her by a woman she’s never heard of, Emilia Rossi. Having never searched for her birth parents, Julia wonders if Rossi could be a relative. With nothing tying her down, she heads to Italy in search of answers.

In Tuscany, Julia finds more than just a crumbling villa. She uncovers eerie parallels between herself, the reclusive Emilia Rossi, and a legendary Renaissance duchess obsessed with astrology. As unsettling events unfold and danger creeps closer, Julia must confront the truth about her identity and whether fate is guiding her... or hunting her.

I went into The Unraveling of Julia expecting a grounded, character-driven thriller. What I got instead was a wild ride of shifting fortunes, psychological suspense, and over-the-top twists. That’s not a complaint. It just wasn’t what I expected. Scottoline clearly has fun with this story, unraveling her heroine both mentally and literally in ways that blur the line between the supernatural and the real. Not every plot thread lands, but that didn’t stop me from racing through the pages. There’s something refreshing about a book that doesn’t take itself too seriously. It’s different, yes, but it’s also a whole lot of fun.

For more information, visit the author's website, Amazon, and Goodreads. 

(2025, 56)

Summer is in full swing, and this is the time of year when I find myself craving fast-paced page-turners—books that hook me from the very first page and don’t let go. While my definition of a perfect summer read has evolved over the years, sharp, punchy thrillers remain my seasonal go-to. Enter Girl in the Creek, the latest novel by Wendy N. Wagner. A horror-tinged mystery with an arresting cover that instantly caught my eye, it had a premise I couldn’t resist. The moment I read the synopsis, I knew I had to dive in.

Erin Harper has arrived in Faraday, Oregon, under false pretenses. She’s pitched a travel piece to a magazine, claiming the small mountain town is the next must-see vacation destination. In truth, Faraday is anything but. Nestled in the shadow of Mt. Hood, it's a fading community anchored by a decaying hotel overtaken by fungus and rot, a far cry from the charming getaway it once was. Erin’s real reason for coming is personal. Her brother disappeared here, and she’s determined to find out what happened.

Erin's brother isn't the first person to vanish. People go missing here. Always in the woods. Always without a trace. Erin thinks she might finally get answers when another young woman vanishes and later turns up dead in a creek. But the relief is short-lived. The girl disappears again—this time from the morgue—and her fingerprints resurface days later at a violent crime scene. Is it a serial killer? A town-wide cover-up? Or is something darker taking root in the forest itself—something ancient, infectious, and impossible to contain? Erin’s running out of time. If she doesn’t solve the mystery soon, she may become the next to disappear.

Girl in the Creek sees Wendy N. Wagner blend classic mystery elements with eco/body horror in an atmospheric page-turner that hooked me from the start. There’s something irresistible about a quiet small town hiding secrets, and Wagner taps into that unease with sharp prose and a breakneck pace. The story unfolds through alternating perspectives, keeping the tension high throughout.

The cast is fairly large, but the real focus is on Erin, whose character is the most fully developed. The others serve more as background players, which isn’t necessarily a flaw, but it does mean the emotional stakes stay closely tied to Erin's journey. One of the most imaginative points of view comes from a mysterious entity Wagner calls 'The Strangeness'—a force that’s as eerie as it is original. I’d love to say more, but to do so would spoil the fun. Suffice it to say, Girl in the Creek is a quick, creepy, and satisfying summer read that kept me glued to every page.

For more information, visit the author's website, Amazon, and Goodreads. 

(2025, 55)

There's something wrong with Iðunn. At least, that’s what she thinks. How else can she explain the way she sleeps soundly every night, only to wake up exhausted, her body sore, aching, as if she’d spent hours working out? She would never. So, once again, Iðunn drags herself to another doctor’s appointment, desperate for answers, terrified of what those answers might be. ALS? That’s her guess. God, how awful. But at least it would be something.

Instead, the doctor finds nothing out of the ordinary. Her bloodwork looks fine. Her reflexes are fine. Everything is fine. She’s sent home with a prescription for sleeping pills and the usual suggestions to eat better, exercise more, and reduce stress.

Iðunn isn’t convinced. She’s seen plenty of doctors, and none of them have been able to give her a proper diagnosis. Still, she decides to humor this one and buys a smartwatch to start tracking her health. One night, she forgets to take it off before bed. The next morning, she checks it on a whim, and her stomach drops.

Thousands of steps. Walked in the middle of the night.

Sleepwalking? Maybe. But it’s rare in adults, especially without a history. Usually, it’s connected to something... worse. Iðunn doesn’t want to go there. Not yet. But the strange nightly journeys continue. The steps always seem to center around a single location somewhere near the harbor. She avoids it by day, too afraid to confront whatever might be waiting for her there.

And then come the injuries. Deep aches. Strange bruises. And one morning, something even worse.

Blood.
On her skin.
Not hers.

Something is happening.
And Iðunn is running out of time to figure out what it is.

A co-worker recently recommended I check out The Night Guest by Hildur Knútsdóttir, and after reading the blurb, I couldn’t wait to dive in. At under 200 pages, it’s a quick read, but don’t let that fool you. This book packs a serious punch.

Told entirely from Iðunn’s perspective, the story begins with what seems like run-of-the-mill hypochondria. But as the strange occurrences mount, it becomes clear that something far more unsettling is going on. We only know what Iðunn knows, and that isn’t much. Her fear and paranoia creep in slowly, then crash over you with every page. Knútsdóttir writes with urgency and precision, making it nearly impossible to put the book down. I read it in a single sitting, desperate to see how it would all play out.

My only complaint is with the ending. After such tightly wound tension and eerie buildup, the final pages lean more toward ambiguity than resolution. Because we only see through Iðunn’s limited lens, there’s not quite enough context to fully understand what’s really happening. It’s a bit of a letdown after such an intense lead-up.

Still, The Night Guest is a suspenseful, sharply written psychological thriller with plenty to admire. Knútsdóttir may not quite stick the landing, but the journey is more than worth it.

For more information, visit the author's website, Amazon, and Goodreads. 

(2025, 54)

I’ve heard my reading friends rave about Linda Castillo’s books for years. She’s been on my TBR list for just as long, but I’d never gotten around to reading her work. If I’m being honest, the idea of diving into a long-running series felt a little daunting. But when her publisher offered me a copy of her latest novel, Rage, I finally gave in. It’s the 17th book featuring Castillo’s heroine Kate Burkholder, and it quickly showed me why this series has become a must-read for so many.

The brutal summer heat has settled over Painters Mill, Ohio, but the temperature isn’t the only thing rising. Chief of Police Kate Burkholder is called to a grisly scene discovered by three Amish children: the dismembered body of 21-year-old Samuel Eicher, a well-respected young man who ran a successful landscaping business. It’s a horrifying sight and the start of something far more sinister. Before long, another body turns up, this time stuffed inside a barrel and dumped in a ravine. The victim is 21-year-old Aaron Shetler, Samuel’s best friend. Two young Amish men, murdered within days of each other. But why?

As Kate begins her investigation, she’s met with silence. No one wants to talk about the two men, and it quickly becomes clear that there’s more to this story than meets the eye. Just when the case seems to be hitting a dead end, a mysterious young woman surfaces with disturbing new information. Samuel and Aaron were involved with dangerous people, far removed from the simple, peaceful life they were supposed to lead. Whatever secrets they were keeping may have cost them their lives. And unless Kate can piece together the truth, she could be next.

Although this was my first time reading Linda Castillo’s Kate Burkholder series, I was instantly drawn in. Castillo builds a tense atmosphere, establishing both the mystery and the world around it with ease. Kate, a former member of the Amish community, brings a unique perspective to the investigation. Her personal connection adds an extra layer of emotional complexity to the story. This is a dark tale. The violence and crimes are portrayed with an unflinching intensity, and Castillo doesn’t pull any punches. Still, she weaves the mystery together with compelling characters and steadily rising stakes, culminating in a satisfying and well-earned conclusion. This may have been my first experience with the series, but it certainly won’t be the last.

For more information, visit the author's website, Amazon, and Goodreads.

(2025, 53)

I just finished reading The Housemaid Is Watching, the third book in Freida McFadden's addictive, page-turning series, and I was genuinely impressed by how natural and fresh the story expanded. That third installment was a hit for me, and it left me eager for more. To my surprise, I discovered there’s a short novella in the series—The Housemaid’s Wedding—a quick story meant to fill the gap between books two and three. Still riding high from Watching, I decided to dive in.

Millie is just four hours away from what’s supposed to be the happiest day of her life, her wedding to Enzo. It’s a day she’s dreamed about, though never truly believed would come, especially after everything the couple has endured. When Millie found herself pregnant, Enzo popped the question, and now a small, winter-themed ceremony is underway. But things are already starting to unravel. Her dress doesn’t fit, she’s running out of time, and then she gets a threatening phone call from an unknown number. It’s not just cold feet—someone doesn’t want her to walk down the aisle. Someone wants her dead.

After enjoying all three full-length novels in Freida McFadden’s Housemaid series, I have to admit this novella left me disappointed. The Housemaid’s Wedding struggles to justify its existence. There’s little suspense, barely any twists, and even the central mystery feels underdeveloped. I suppose you could read it for completion’s sake, but honestly, even that seems unnecessary. McFadden has wowed me up until this point, but this one just doesn’t work. If you’re looking for more thrills from the Housemaid universe, you’re better off skipping this one.

For more information, visit the author's website, Amazon, and Goodreads. 

(2025, 52)

The blistering heat of a Texas summer is officially upon us, and the only way I’ve learned to cope, short of staying inside, is to escape to the lake cabin. That’s precisely what I did this weekend, and it was a much-needed relief. Of course, no summer getaway is complete without a page-turning read, and I had the perfect book waiting to be devoured.

I first discovered Freida McFadden’s addictive writing late last year. Her blockbuster novel The Housemaid was everything I look for in a popcorn thriller, and its sequel delivered even more jaw-dropping twists. I’d been sitting on the third book in the series, The Housemaid Is Watching, for a while now, and this lake trip felt like the perfect moment to dive in.

Millie’s life is now much different from when we last saw her. In fact, she’s more reminiscent of the women she used to clean for than the maid she once was. She’s no longer scrubbing toilets. She’s earned her degree, works as a hospital social worker, and is now married to Enzo, the charming Italian landscaper who’s stood by her through more than one dark chapter. They have two kids, Ada and Nico, and are finally moving out of their cramped Bronx apartment into a bigger home on Long Island. It’s a stretch financially, but Millie is determined to make it work.

But trouble has a way of finding Millie, and this new neighborhood is no exception. Their next-door neighbor, Mrs. Lowell, is all smiles and fake sweetness, the kind of woman who can't stop bragging about her bigger house, her maid, her booming real estate career, and her child-free lifestyle. Millie doesn’t trust her for a second. Especially when Mrs. Lowell takes a little too much interest in Enzo. Still, Millie is trying to fit in, even if it means enduring fake friendships. So she accepts an invitation to dinner at the Lowells’. But the second the door opens and she sees their maid—expressionless, silent, eerie—Millie gets chills.

Then there’s the house across the street. Someone seems to be watching them. Flickers in the window. Unsettling stares. Enzo starts acting strange, claiming he’s trying to build his landscaping business and needs Mrs. Lowell’s help to network. But Millie isn’t convinced. And when she finally meets the reclusive woman who lives across the street, she’s greeted with a chilling warning: don’t trust the neighbors. Millie thought a fresh start would finally free her from the darkness that had haunted her past, but this new neighborhood might hold the darkest chapter yet.

With The Housemaid Is Watching, Freida McFadden proves once again why she’s the queen of the psychological thriller. This third installment isn’t just a retread of what’s come before. McFadden evolves her characters, places them in new and perilous situations, and manages to thrill in completely original ways. While returning readers will appreciate the callbacks and nuance, newcomers can jump in here without feeling lost. The story stands on its own, and the continuity mostly serves to reward longtime fans.

As with the previous books, I couldn’t put this one down. I read it in a single sitting, and I suspect you will too. McFadden writes with urgency. Her short chapters keep the pages flying, and she expertly drops breadcrumbs that pull you along until the very last twist. Every time I thought I had it figured out, she flipped the script. This is exactly the kind of addictive summer read I crave: fast, fun, and full of surprises.

For more information, visit the author's website, Amazon, and Goodreads. 

(2025, 51)