Erin Knight

Perfect Strangers: an unputdownable read full of gripping secrets and twists


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       CHAPTER 40

       CHAPTER 41

       CHAPTER 42

       CHAPTER 43

       CHAPTER 44

       CHAPTER 45

       CHAPTER 46

       CHAPTER 47

       CHAPTER 48

       CHAPTER 49

       CHAPTER 50

       CHAPTER 51

       CHAPTER 52

       CHAPTER 53

       CHAPTER 54

       CHAPTER 55

       CHAPTER 56

       CHAPTER 57

       CHAPTER 58

       CHAPTER 59

       CHAPTER 60

       CHAPTER 61

       CHAPTER 62

       CHAPTER 63

       CHAPTER 64

       CHAPTER 65

       CHAPTER 66

       CHAPTER 67

       CHAPTER 68

       CHAPTER 69

       CHAPTER 70

       CHAPTER 71

       CHAPTER 72

       CHAPTER 73

       CHAPTER 74

       CHAPTER 75

       CHAPTER 76

       CHAPTER 77

       CHAPTER 78

       CHAPTER 79

       CHAPTER 80

       CHAPTER 81

       CHAPTER 82

       CHAPTER 83

       CHAPTER 84

       CHAPTER 85

       CHAPTER 86

       CHAPTER 87

       CHAPTER 88

       CHAPTER 89

       CHAPTER 90

       CHAPTER 91

       CHAPTER 92

       CHAPTER 93

       CHAPTER 94

       CHAPTER 95

       CHAPTER 96

       CHAPTER 97

       CHAPTER 98

       CHAPTER 99

       CHAPTER 100

       ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

       About the Publisher

      The first lie Isobel told her parents was that she was going away to forget it all.

      She lifted her face to the sun beating down on the armchair in which she’d stationed herself in the corner of the café window, the worn leather warm and hospitable beneath her forearms. The tourist board’s website had promised hospitality. Other promises included a flourishing cosmopolitan atmosphere and some of the best surf and lobster in the British Isles! Fallenbay looked good in writing, but then Isobel knew better than to be suckered in by anything she read online. If she’d learnt nothing else, she’d learnt that much.

      Fallenbay . . . Bay of the Fallen. Aptly named by the pirates who’d once besieged it. Now Isobel’s holiday destination. Her time out. A pretty distraction. She’d pitched it to her parents with those very words. They’d tripped right off her tongue and into her mother’s hopeful ears, easily as a damning rumour. Fallenbay was a just lucky hit. A random spot on the map Isobel had stuck her pin into. That was the second lie she told.

      Isobel