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Praise

Praise for the novels of Tarryn Fisher

“You’ll have whiplash until the very end. The Wives will leave the most sure-footed reader uneasy until the last word is read.”

—Colleen Hoover, #1 New York Times bestselling author

“Fisher smoothly inserts moments of self-doubt, longing, paranoia, and triumph into her unsettling narrative…. Suspense fans will be rewarded.”

—Publishers Weekly on The Wives

“Fisher is a slick writer who keeps a tight rein on her lightning-fast plot, and the lengths that her feisty narrator goes to in order to reclaim her life make for salaciously satisfying reading.... Fisher is a writer to watch.”

—Kirkus Reviews on The Wives

“Fans of Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl will revel in The Wives... . Fisher’s story, like the score of a film, builds to an emotional and psychological crescendo that will keep readers on their toes until its final page.”

—USA TODAY

“The Wives author delivers another un-put-downable psychological thriller.”

—E! on The Wrong Family

“Fisher’s latest thriller is electric, like riding a roller coaster in the dark. Hairpin turns plummet to heart-stopping depths. You won’t devour this book. It will devour you.”

—Author Tess Callahan on The Wrong Family

“A wholly original story of two women with dark pasts on a crash course with one another. This smart, claustrophobic thriller will keep you up reading...and just plain keep you up at night.”

—Andrea Dunlop, author of We Came Here to Forget, on The Wrong Family

“Utterly absorbing.”

—PopSugar on The Wrong Family

“Nothing is as it seems in this twisty new thriller.”

—Bustle on The Wrong Family

About the Author

TARRYN FISHER is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of nine novels. Born a sun hater, she currently makes her home in Seattle, Washington, with her children, husband and husky. She loves connecting with her readers on Instagram.

Dedication

For Jolene

At the end of the

AT THE END OF THE highway sat an old town, not completely dead, but on its last breath. There was no reason to go there unless you were lost or, in her case, trying to be found. She stared past the candy-colored lights, the reds and blues and lilacs, to the empty desert beyond...to Friendship. That’s where it began fifteen years ago and what had begun there would never really end. Two birds with one stone, she thought. Two vultures.

Her phone lit up, drawing her eyes away from the window.

Braithe: I’m going to kill her. You better come if you want to save her.

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