The Summer Guests (The Martini Club, #2)

by Tess Gerritsen

She had no idea how a writer’s mind worked, but she imagined it was like a dozen different voices shouting in your head, demanding you tell their story their way. It seemed like a form of madness.

That’s what her marriage had taught her: the more fiercely you loved someone, the deeper the pain when you lost them.

“People can justify almost anything, Maggie. That’s why history keeps repeating itself.”