Paperback Independently Published 14th August 2025
ISBN 9798298035521
Pages 255
In a village of secrets. Trust is the deadliest lie.
She wakes alone, confused, with no memory, only a growing dread that something is terribly wrong.
Trapped in a remote village where every face feels strange and the silence hides unspoken rules, Wren is haunted by shadows she can’t place. Who brought her here? Why won’t they let her leave? And what secrets lie beneath the surface of this quiet place?
This story had me totally hooked from the first word until the last. Absolutely brilliant/fantastic well put together. This is one novel, thriller fans you have got to read. Wren is has no memory of who she is or anything about her past life. She is told a story by Caleb, of her accident in how she lost her memory. Sadly because she can’t remember anything, she is a victim of domestic abuse, with being forced to have sex with Caleb. And believe me I’ve been there. I was lucky to have an escape plan, and never went back to him. But for Wren escaping is difficult. Wren did escape, but something happens in her situation when she escapes. I loved every word, every sentence, every chapter, and I loved how the author set her pages out in little paragraphs. This is 100% a page-turning must read. I am very thank full for the author sending me a copy.
As fragments of her past begin to surface, Wren realises the darkest threat isn’t just what’s outside it’s what’s inside her own mind.
MY REVIEW
About author Chelsea O’Hara
Chelsea O’Hara writes psychological thrillers grounded in real life — inspired by experiments, human behaviour, and the darkness we try not to see. Her stories dig into fragile memory, buried guilt, and the quiet horrors that creep closer the longer you look away.
Why did she start writing? She couldn’t tell you. Maybe to make sense of the chaos, maybe to lean into it. She’s always been fascinated by the human mind — why one person breaks and another doesn’t, why some turn cruel while others cling to kindness. Either way, the result is the same: thrillers that crawl under your skin and stay there.”
Chelsea writes best at night, when the house is still, her coffee is strong, and she pretends the scratching in the walls is “just the pipes.”