Lisa Hall

Tell Me No Lies


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      ‘A well plotted psychological thriller with the mother of all twists. It’s certainly one of the best debuts I have read in a while, it’s compelling and shocking, and very cleverly crafted.’

      – The Book Review Cafe

      ‘Hall packs a punch with this one and the ending left me gasping.’

      – For the Love of Books

      ‘A gripping psychological thriller with a level of tension that will leave you breathless.’

      – Tracy Book Lover

      ‘It is disturbing and chilling. It feels very real. And a quick mention for that twist! I did not see that coming AT ALL. I usually spot these things and I didn’t! Clever! Very clever!’

      – Northern Crime Reviews

      ‘Between You And Me is that kind of book. The one that makes you feel like you’re there, you’re experiencing the emotions, the hurt, the pain.’

      – Bibliophile Book Club

      ‘Lisa Hall has written a harrowing, disturbing and chilling novel which I couldn't help but devour in a matter of days. She's one of those authors you don’t see coming and BANG best seller, up there with the greatest crime writers like Stuart McBride and Lee Child. She’s one to watch.’

      – Brunette Lifestyle

      Tell Me No Lies

      Lisa Hall

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       LISA HALL

      loves words, reading and everything there is to love about books. She has dreamed of being a writer since she was a little girl – either that or a librarian - and after years of talking about it, was finally brave enough to put pen to paper (and let people actually read it). Lisa lives in a small village in Kent, surrounded by her towering TBR pile, a rather large brood of children, dogs, chickens and ponies and her long-suffering husband. She is also rather partial to eating cheese and drinking wine.

      Readers can follow Lisa on Twitter @LisaHallAuthor

      For my Granny and Grandad Langford – for always being there.

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title

       About the Author

       Dedication

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       CHAPTER NINETEEN

       CHAPTER TWENTY

       CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

       CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

       CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

       CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

       CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

       CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

       CHAPTER THIRTY

       Extract of The Perfect Couple

       ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

       Copyright

      They say everything happens for a reason. That a person comes into your life at a certain time, whether their intentions are good or bad. I used to think it was a load of rubbish, that we are in control of our own destiny, but now, knowing what I know, I’m not so sure. Sometimes people aren’t what they seem. Sometimes people set out to destroy everything you hold dear. And sometimes, that person is you.

      I heave a box from the back of the van, taking care not to stretch too far. It’s not heavy, and I shift it in my arms as I turn and look up at the house. A fresh start, that’s what it is. It’s not just a house, it’s a chance for Mark and I to put straight everything that has gone wrong this year, to give Henry a happy family home instead of the war-torn existence full of accusations and blame that he’s had to put up with this year. This imposing, statuesque Victorian townhouse is going to make us feel like a family again, with its large rooms set over three floors, a garden with enough room for Henry to run around in and impressive trees that line the street outside. It’s a step up too, from our cramped two-bedroom flat in Crouch End, to this beautiful house in Blackheath, that’s almost so big I don’t know how we’ll ever fill it. And Blackheath isn’t that far from Crouch End, not really. A movement to one side catches the corner of my eye and I turn slightly to see Mark walking towards me, holding out his arms.

      ‘Here,