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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Three hundred and twelve days. That's how long it takes to dismantle a person.Piper is smart. She graduated summa cum laude, built a freelance design business from nothing, and can read any room she walks into. So when she meets Jude Callister at a bar on Broadway in Nashville - gray-eyed, guitar-playing, devastatingly attentive - she doesn't think she's the kind of woman who falls for a con. She thinks she's the kind of woman who finally found the real thing.He texts her every morning at 7:15: 'First thought: you.' He writes her a song called 'Stay.' He cries about a mother who died of cancer. He remembers every detail she's ever mentioned - her coffee order, her childhood wound, the exact shade of blue she used in a design he saw for thirty seconds. He makes her feel like the only solid thing in a liquid world.Within weeks, Piper gives up her apartment. Then her co-working space. Then her friends. Then her sister's phone calls. She builds her entire life inside his orbit and calls it love - because the cage is made of everything she ever wanted.Then a stranger texts her in a parking lot: 'You're not the first. You're not the second. You're the fourth. Ask him about Renee.'His mother isn't dead. The song wasn't written for her. There have been other women - each one following the same timeline, the same script, the same meticulous erasure. Jude doesn't hit. He doesn't scream. He dismantles through tenderness, manufactured vulnerability, and a control so quiet it feels like devotion.He Said It Was Love is a visceral, unflinching psychological thriller about a woman trapped inside a relationship that looks like a love story from the outside and feels like one from the inside. It's about the difference between being held and being held in place. About the women who survive - and the ones who reach back for the next woman still inside.Told in Piper's raw, confessional first-person voice, this novel moves from the intoxicating rush of being chosen to the slow horror of recognizing the pattern - and the agonizing, courageous process of walking out the door when the man on the other side of it is singing the most beautiful song you've ever heard.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - The phone rings while Petra Lowe is sitting on the floor of her North Park apartment, pretending to meditate.She expects it to be Cole - the married man she's been seeing for seven months, the one who calls instead of texting because he knows she'll always pick up. But the voice on the other end belongs to someone else. Someone she's only ever imagined.'My name is Margot Sinclair. I'm Cole's wife.'Margot doesn't scream. She doesn't threaten. She apologizes.She tells Petra that she's not the first woman Cole has pursued. She's the third. And she's not a secret he's keeping from his wife - she's a weapon he's using against her.Petra is a yoga instructor who teaches calm she doesn't feel, running a studio three months behind on rent, still carrying the scar from a night at seventeen when her mother's absence became something she wore on her skin. She fell for Cole because he noticed her - really noticed - and she mistook surveillance for love.Margot is a trained architect who hasn't drawn a building in a decade. She lives in a pristine La Jolla house she designed herself, including a hidden compartment behind the kitchen island where she keeps a prepaid phone, a meticulous file, and the evidence of two years spent quietly dismantling her marriage from the inside. She has documented every affair. She has contacted every woman. She has a lawyer, a journalist, and a plan with no single point of failure.Now she needs Petra to complete the pattern.As the two women circle each other - the wife who sees everything and the mistress who is just beginning to see - the novel exposes the architecture of coercive control: the husband who makes himself the safest person in your life so that when he becomes the threat, you have nowhere to turn. The charming man who buys the perfect book, sends the perfect text, delivers the perfect apology - and uses each gesture as a brick in a wall you don't realize you're trapped behind until someone calls to tell you the door was never locked. You just forgot what doors were for.Set against the sun-drenched tension of San Diego - from the sealed elegance of La Jolla to the raw, lived-in streets of North Park - The Other Woman Called Me First is a psychological thriller about the women a powerful man discarded and the reckoning they built together, one document, one phone call, one breath at a time.This is not a story about revenge. It's a story about architecture - the structures we build to survive, and the ones we build when we're finally ready to stop surviving and start living.For the women who called each other first.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - He arrived at her mother's funeral with a glass of cold water and a quiet voice. He didn't say she was in a better place. He didn't touch her arm. He just stood there, present and patient, while Clover Nash tried to survive the worst day of her life.Clover is a thirty-four-year-old true crime podcast editor in Richmond, Virginia. Her mother, Helen, died of a sudden pulmonary embolism - alone, on the kitchen floor, while Clover was across town not returning her calls. The guilt is unbearable. The grief is worse. And the man who appears at the funeral reception - Asa Crane, quiet, angular, devastatingly attentive - feels like the only person in the world who understands what she's going through.Within weeks, Asa has replicated her mother's chamomile tea recipe. He quotes phrases from Helen's private art blog. He moves into the house where Clover found the body. He replaces the smoke detector batteries. He cooks Helen's recipes in Helen's apron. He says 'I'm here' like it's a vow. And Clover - shattered, desperate, drowning in a silence that has a physical weight - believes him.Then the cracks begin.His name isn't in the funeral guest book. The mutual friend who supposedly sent him doesn't exist. Her cousin warns her. Her best friend Jude, a bartender with razor-sharp instincts, tells her that no one is this perfectly calibrated without practice. Clover starts digging - and discovers a folder on Asa's laptop labeled with a woman's name. Inside: nine obituaries spanning two years. All sudden deaths. All women. All survived by a daughter.Asa Crane has been attending strangers' funerals for over a decade, targeting grieving daughters, building relationships engineered from surveillance and research, and disappearing when his targets begin to heal. One previous target filed a restraining order. Another fled the state. A third - a young woman in Charlottesville - fell down her basement stairs and never got up. The police ruled it accidental. Her family doesn't believe it.As Clover traces the pattern back to its origin, she uncovers a truth more devastating than betrayal: the night Asa's own mother died of a pulmonary embolism, he was home. Upstairs. Headphones on. He heard a sound from the kitchen. He didn't go downstairs. She died alone - the same way Helen died. And every woman Asa has found since, every funeral he has attended, every glass of water and cup of tea and whispered 'I'm here' - all of it has been a single, compulsive act of reenactment. He isn't saving them. He's trying to go back. And he can't stop.He Found Me at the Funeral is a searing psychological thriller about the violence that hides inside tenderness, the predators who arrive disguised as miracles, and the terrifying distance between being rescued and being consumed. For readers of Verity, The Silent Patient, and Behind Closed Doors.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - She was twenty when he found her. He was forty. He called it mentorship. She called it love. It took her ten years to find a different word.Elara Quinn is thirty, a video editor in Silver Lake, Los Angeles, quietly successful and quietly haunted by a relationship she still can't name. At twenty, she was a Film Studies student at Braddock University, singled out by Professor Maddox Hale - a brilliant, magnetic academic who told her she was exceptional. He gave her private reading lists. He invited her to his office before anyone else arrived. He built a world around her so warm and intellectually intoxicating that she didn't recognize it as a cage until years after she'd walked out.Now, scrolling through his Instagram at midnight on her thirtieth birthday, Elara spots a young woman in the background of a faculty photo - dark-haired, twenty-one, leaning toward Maddox with an expression Elara knows from the inside. The same books. The same breathless gratitude. The same slow, deliberate disappearance into a man who takes up all the oxygen in a room and makes it feel like a gift.Her name is Zoe Marchetti. She's the age Elara was when he found her.What begins as obsessive surveillance becomes something more dangerous: an investigation. Elara drives back to the campus she hasn't visited in a decade. She connects with Margaux, another of Maddox's former students. Together, they uncover his private journals - handwritten entries spanning twenty-two years that document what he calls his 'methodology' the systematic selection, elevation, isolation, and emotional consumption of young women. He refined his technique across five relationships. He kept notes. He wrote 'next time' while still inside the current cycle.As Elara maps the architecture of her own manipulation, she's forced to confront a deeper truth: the pattern didn't start at Braddock. It started at fourteen, on a porch in Oregon, with a man who called her 'old soul' and taught her to see the world through his lens.Moving between Elara at thirty - sharp, analytical, unraveling the pattern from the outside - and Elara at twenty - brilliant, hungry, walking willingly into a room she didn't know had a lock - The Age I Was When You Found Me is a novel about the architecture of coercive control, the seduction of being chosen, and the devastating courage it takes to name a thing that powerful people would prefer to leave unnamed.This is not a story about rescue. It's a story about naming. And sometimes, naming is enough.…