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The first 3 parts of this gripping psychological thriller available in this box set!
“I know your secret. I’m going to tell.”
As Sarah Taylor-Cox stares at the anonymous letter she’s just received, her body starts to shake with dread. She has everything to lose—a gorgeous husband, a beautiful new baby, and a picture-perfect house in the Hamptons. With family descending for her son’s christening, she must maintain her customary poise. But as the notes continue to arrive, the lies Sarah has built her life on are starting to crumble, one by deadly one…
This bundle comprises:
Take It to the Grave (Part 1 of 6) Take It to the Grave (Part 2 of 6) Take It to the Grave (Part 3 of 6)
by Zoe Carter
Take It to the Grave
Bundle 1
Zoe Carter
Table of Contents
Take It to the Grave (Part 1 of 6)
Take It to the Grave (Part 2 of 6)
Take It to the Grave (Part 3 of 6)
Take It to the Grave (Part 1 of 6)
Zoe Carter
It started with an anonymous note…
Sarah Taylor-Cox has the perfect life—a gorgeous husband, a picture-perfect house in the Hamptons and a beautiful baby, Elliot. Now the invites are being sent out for Elliot’s christening, and the Taylor-Coxes are determined the party will be the event of the year.
There’s just one chink in Sarah’s carefully constructed calm demeanor—her sister, Maisey, will be coming. The sisters used to be close, but now their lives couldn’t be more different. Surely, though, they will slip back into their old ways, and the party will go off without a hitch…
Then Sarah’s difficult relationship with Maisey is pushed to the back of her mind when she receives a note, one which makes her whole body shake with dread: I know your secret. I’m going to tell.
Part 1 of 6: A gripping new installment in this darkly compelling psychological thriller
To Elle Rush, who made it happen.
The clouds gather thick and furious, shutting out the sun.
The smell of ozone is intense, warning me more effectively than the grumbling thunder. A storm is coming—a big one, perhaps the worst we’ve had in years.
The thought of Elliot gets me moving.
Elliot, with his soft skin and plump cheeks, the darling dimples at his elbows. Just four months old.
An image of another baby, another time, creeps into my mind, but I push it away, stumbling on the damp sand. The nightgown my husband is enamored with twists and turns in the growing wind, tangling between my thighs. I long to tear off the slick fabric, but I don’t dare take the time. I have to find my child.
“Elliot!” I scream his name even though he is too young to answer.
The thunder makes a mockery of my cries, stealing my breath before I can try again.
It’s no use, anyway.
The beach is empty.
Waves throw themselves at the shore again and again, churning themselves into foam.
The ocean fizzes around my ankles and I climb farther up the shore to keep from getting dragged into the