I cracked this book open and immediately felt like I’d stumbled into a literary crime scene — the kind where everyone is smiling, lying, and plotting while holding a cup of tea like it’s a weapon. Emma Fern is the kind of woman who wants to please everyone, which is adorable until you realise she’s about to be emotionally mugged by a bestselling crime writer.
Beatrice Johnson Greene?
Oh, she’s a menace.
A bestselling author with the energy of someone who has never asked nicely for anything in her life. She meets Emma by chance, takes one look at her, and thinks, “Yes. That one. That’s the perfect patsy.”
And Emma — sweet, desperate‑to‑please Emma — says yes before even checking the fine print.
All Emma has to do is lend her name to Beatrice’s next novel.
Her first book in a new genre.
No big deal.
Except the book becomes a massive hit, Emma becomes the toast of the literary world, and suddenly she’s walking around like she’s Hemingway reincarnated even though she hasn’t written a single word.
It’s her masterpiece, after all.
It says so on the cover.
And Emma? She believes the cover.
Beatrice, meanwhile, is watching her creation — her puppet — turn into a monster with a publicist. Emma gets her first taste of success and immediately wants more. More fame. More praise. More spotlight. More everything. And Beatrice is the only one who knows the truth, which is delicious because you can practically hear her grinding her teeth.
The tension between them builds like a slow‑burn explosion.
Emma’s ambition grows claws.
Beatrice’s resentment becomes a hobby.
And the whole thing spirals into that perfect psychological‑thriller mess where you’re muttering, “Oh no, Emma, sweetheart, you’re becoming the villain,” while also whispering, “Beatrice, you absolutely started this.”
It’s twisty, petty, manipulative, and full of that Barelli flavour where every character is one bad decision away from ruining their own life.
A 3.5‑star read — entertaining, sharp, messy, and absolutely the kind of thriller where you finish a chapter muttering, “Emma, mate, you need to sit down before you accidentally commit a felony.”