Description
Something is wrong in the Henshaw household - something as bad as murder. Who better to sniff this out and dig up, so to speak, old bones, than the nosy nanny. But proving murder means finding a body. And although Ilsa sets herself this task, justice is hardly her motive. In unraveling the intricate web of secrets that surround the upper-crust Henshaw household, Ilsa finds that her own secret history complicates her every move. A dark and thoroughly unexpected psychological thriller.
“I was now so close he could slide an arm around me. I was tall but I had to tilt my head to look up at him. My chin would have fitted nicely into the lower curve of his neck. And I could have done just that. He smelt tangy, like the sea. My tongue longed for a lick of salt. I could have easily pressed against that lean body, turned my face to his �" and we would have locked in a violent kiss leading inevitably to hasty entanglement and disaster. Now was not the right time. I had to let the line run a bit. Time would create complexity and depth - a connection more difficult to unravel.”