Книги, похожие на «Will Adams, Newton’s Fire»

‘A five star, unputdownable thriller that had me gripped from the very first page… I read it in one sitting!’ Caz Finlay, author of The Boss Shortlisted for the CWA Debut Dagger award Whatever you do, don’t open the door… By day, Ellie Power has a normal life. She has a stable home, a loving boyfriend, a future. But at night, she suffers from a sleep disorder. She becomes angry, unpredictable, violent. Her mother locks Ellie in her bedroom every night, to keep them both safe. Then one morning, Ellie wakes up, horrified to find the lock on her bedroom door smashed from the inside. She is covered in injuries, unable to remember anything about the night before. And her boyfriend Matt is nowhere to be found… Praise for Lock Me In ‘Intricately plotted, beautifully written’ Harriet Tyce, author of Blood Orange ‘This ambitious and wide-reaching novel had me hooked from the very first page’ S. E. Lynes, author of The Women ‘One of the best debuts I have ever read’ Clare Empson, author of Him 'A flawlessly written, jaw-dropping, chilling and twisty psychological thriller' Sam Carrington, author of Saving Sophie ‘A disturbing psychological thriller’ Rachel Sargeant, author of The Perfect Neighbours ‘The characters are fresh, the dialogue sharp’ G. D. Abson, author of Motherland ‘A stunning debut. Gripping, compelling and skilfully crafted’ N J Crosskey, author of Poster Boy

I’m on a train. I don’t know which stop I got on at; I only know the train is going fast and the world outside becomes a blur. I should get off, but I don’t.The universe is playing a cosmic joke on me. Here I had my life – a good life with everything a woman could want – and suddenly, there is something more I didn’t know I could have. A chance for me to be satisfied and content and maybe even on occasion deliriously, amazingly, exuberantly fulfilled.So this is where I am, on a train that’s out of control, and I am not just a passenger. I’m the one shovelling the furnace full of coal to keep it going fast and faster. If I could make myself believe it all happened by chance and I couldn’t help it, that I’ve been swept away, that it’s not my fault, that it’s fate… would that be easier? The truth is, I didn’t know I was looking for this until I found Will, but I must’ve been, all this time.And now it is not random, it is not fate, it is not being swept away.This is my choice.And I don’t know how to stop.Or even if I want to.