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Book Details

Crime Thriller

Date Published: November 10,2025

Perfect marriage. Prestigious family. Political privilege.

Abigail Lethican’s world unravels when her husband admits to infidelity. Reeling from his betrayal, she follows him—only to become the prime suspect when he turns up dead. With her trial looming and the media circling, she finds an unexpected ally in her handsome and enigmatic neighbor. As they search for the truth, Abigail discovers her husband’s polished facade concealed a maze of dangerous secrets. Sometimes, the deadliest lies hide in plain sight.

Excerpt

His roguish smile, the leer gone, seemed constructed just for me. My breath caught. “Of course,
Jim, everyone knows in politics it’s a lot of tit for tat.”
We met again later in the week in a study room in the library. After two hours rehashing my
grandfather’s senate campaigns, Jim stood up, stretching his arms overhead. “I’m starving,
Abigail. Is there any chance I could take you to dinner?”
I might not be the prettiest girl, but my figure was good, slim and athletic. Behind my thick
glasses were pale blue eyes. A short blond bob my mother called sophisticated was meant to
steer you away from my pronounced chin. There was no reason this demi-god couldn’t be
interested in me. It just seemed unlikely when compared with the usual southern girls, their hair
sausage curled, lash extensions seemingly fixed on before sunrise. Maybe I was a welcomed
break from the legions of vacuous cheerleaders at his beck and call. It must have been a relief
to him to have found someone as interested in politics as he was. I agreed to dinner and never
looked back.
The first time we went to a party, it was impossible to ignore the whispers of, “I can’t believe
he’d pick her.”
It didn’t matter. When we were alone, he truly seemed to enjoy my company. What we had was
real.

Author Details

M. J. Slater is a native Chicagoan. After attending the University of Chicago, she spent 15 years in finance. She loves film noir, yoga, and walking along Lake Michigan with her dog. She lives in the suburbs with her husband and two girls.