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Book Description
A married woman’s lust for a stranger compels her to risk everything, in this new suspense by the
bestselling author of His Other Woman.
It’s just a small picture in the local paper—Katie can’t explain why it sets her heart racing. But hiding
the photo of local GP Joe Harvey in her bag sets in motion a chain of events that will dramatically
alter her life forever.
Driven by a unhealthy desire for a man she hardly knows, the mother of two begins to worm her way
into Joe’s life, knowing it’s reckless but still unable to control herself. As her obsession intensifies,
Katie’s world becomes increasingly stressful and she’s forced to cover her tracks by lying to everyone
around her. Katie’s dancing with danger, and there will be consequences. And while she can’t live
without him, Joe barely knows she exists . . . yet.
Extract
After meeting a local GP, Joe Holmes, Katie can’t stop thinking about him. Having read an
article in the paper about a talk he’s giving at the nearby library, she decides to go along...
There he was.
She’d been looking forward to tonight, but was still surprised when her heart lurched
at the sight of Joe. He was standing at the front of the room talking to a woman with a flurry
of untidy, grey hair. Katie was thrown at first: there was something about him that didn’t
seem right. Then she realised he wasn’t wearing the purple and white striped shirt; he was in
a pale blue one, tucked into jeans. For some reason she’d been expecting him to look exactly
as he had in the paper.
After cutting out the article, last Friday, she’d slipped it into the side pocket of her bag
- pulling it out frequently, to read again the words she already knew by heart. Now she
realised the photograph was imprinted on her mind: from the angle of his head and the way
his arms were crossed in front of his chest, to the smile playing at the edge of his mouth and
the precise width of the stripes on that shirt.
But it was wonderful to see Joe Harvey again, in the flesh.
Katie stood in the doorway. A man in front was taking his time deciding where to sit,
and the couple beside her were rolling their eyes at the delay, the wife unintentionally
battering Katie’s ankle with her umbrella.
She hadn’t been to the library for years, but the smell was familiar: a combination of
sweaty feet, body odour and musty books. She’d spent hours here when the girls were
younger, listening to storytelling sessions and sitting on grubby beanbags in the reading
corner. She had run her fingers along spines on the shelves, and hung her head in
embarrassment at the desk, when returning books that had fallen into the bath or been
scribbled over with crayon.
This evening, rows of chairs had been set out in the centre of the room, facing a table
and projection screen at the far end. A poster was on the wall behind it, featuring lithe,
smiling models, jumping into the air.
Katie waited for a man with a hacking cough to move forwards and choose a seat,
before heading to the opposite side – never mind jumping into the air: some of this lot
wouldn’t be able to break into a trot if the projector caught fire. They were clearly in need of
whatever advice Dr Harvey could give them when it came to healthy lifestyles.
She edged along a row of orange plastic chairs and sat down, watching Joe at the front
of the room. He was taller than she’d remembered, more muscular. She couldn’t drag her
eyes from him, intrigued by every slight move of his head, comparing the breadth of his
shoulders with those of other men standing nearby.
Author Bio
Sarah Edghill worked as a journalist for many years, before turning to fiction. She has been short-
listed in several short story and novel competitions and lives in Gloucestershire with her husband,
three (mostly grown-up) children and far too many animals. Her debut novel, A Thousand Tiny
Disappointments, was published in September 2021 and her second novel, His Other Woman,
followed in May 2022 and was a Kindle Best Seller.
Social Media Links
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sarah.edghill/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/EdghillSarah
Website www.sarahedghill.com
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