Bailey Family Psychological Thrillers

On a dark and stormy December night my family are gathered at an isolated hotel in the English countryside. We're reuniting for the first time since the accident that shattered our lives ten years ago. It's a time for love and forgiveness. But more than one guest has an ulterior motive: The perfect daughter . . . The alcoholic The single mother . . . The liar The handsome husband . . . The adulterer The beautiful sister . . . The jealous sibling The murderer . . . As the clock strikes midnight, one member of our party is found dead at the foot of the grand marble staircase. Everyone is a suspect. But which one of us is a killer?

This family reunion should've been a fresh start for us all . . . but now someone is dead. My heart is thumping with fear as I stare out at the snow-capped mountains. This ski trip to the French Alps was meant to be a chance for me and my two sisters to put the past behind us after years of not speaking. Instead, I'm expecting the police to knock on the door of our chalet. I'd planned for our families to get to know each other, sipping hot chocolate while laughing together around the fireplace. I didn't think our winter getaway would end in murder . . . Any one of us could be the killer. We all have a motive. And we've all been lying. I should never have come here. If anyone discovers my secret my life will be in danger. Can I trust my own family? Or am I next . . . ? This totally gripping psychological thriller from bestselling author Mikayla Davids will keep you glued to the pages until the final jaw-dropping twist. Perfect for fans of Ruth Ware, T. M. Logan, and Lisa Jewell.

I gasp out loud as I step through the door of the beautiful country hotel. My hands fly to my mouth in shock as I see the room is filled with my friends and family, my grown-up daughters and grandchildren at the center, gathered to celebrate my special birthday. Everyone raises their glasses to toast me. I should be enjoying the moment but I'm on edge and I can't relax. Who organized this surprise party? How did they know I was going to be here? Because I didn't come back to Burcott House to drink champagne and dance. Ten years ago, someone was murdered at this hotel. Tonight, after years of heartache, I planned to bury the past once and for all. I look around the crowd of smiling people and my heart thuds as I see the frown on my eldest daughter's face and the way my youngest daughter is smiling widely but her eyes are puffy, like she's been crying. I think about the one person who should be here who isn't . . . My family's secrets and lies swirl around my mind. Can I trust anyone in this room? Can I even trust my own daughters? I was going to finish off what happened all those years ago but did someone else have the same idea? And will I survive my own birthday party?