Well written and engaging, Price's ( Sleeping with the Enemy ) new romantic suspense novel posits an intriguing situation. Mary, the outwardly mousy wife of prizewinning author Randal Eliot--a raging, pulsing depressive who claims to write in a trance--frequently packs off her spouse to mental wards. During these delicious reprieves from his torrent of abuse, she writes his acclaimed novels. But when fate unexpectedly frees her of Randal, Mary is caught in an ironic double bind: she can't publish her own work because it appears to have been stolen from him. She marries Paul Anderson, a handsome, shiftless academic hanging on by his fingernails to an unimpressive teaching job; he thinks that an inside track to Randal will ensure his success as a biographer. When Mary infuriates him by refusing to spill Randal's secrets, she taps a wellspring of madness. The book pulls its punches until the very last chapters--the most thoroughly heart-thumping scene is a gothic chase that smacks of the romance slicks--but gritty, wry characterization, chilling images of insanity, and a long, ultimately satisfying tease which ends with Mary at last getting her due will keep readers flipping pages
This book was a definite good read. I had trouble putting it down. It read this quicker than most books.
This book is about a woman who wrote books for her husband to make him famous. She raised her family and was a good wife and figured there was no way to escapt. When an auto accident claims the life of her husband, she at least feels free. She meets a younger man and falls in love only to discover he has dark secrets in his past that could be the beginning of her own destruction.
