The Sunday Girl by Pip Drysdale – this snappy, fast-paced debut thriller hooked me in right from the outset and kept me on tenterhooks.
Here’s the blurb:
Any woman who’s ever been involved with a bad, bad man and been dumped will understand what it feels like to be broken, broken-hearted and bent on revenge.
Taylor Bishop is hurt, angry and wants to destroy Angus Hollingsworth in the way he destroyed her: ‘Insidiously. Irreparably. Like a puzzle he’d slowly dissembled … stolen a couple of pieces from, and then discarded, knowing that nobody would ever be able to put it back together ever again.’
So Taylor consults The Art of War and makes a plan. Then she takes the next irrevocable step – one that will change her life forever.
The whole time, I hoped the protagonist would outsmart her former lover, a nasty piece of work who’s characterised with oodles of menace – I felt as if I were there with her, helping her exact revenge (though that’s not normally my style!).
There’s a sense of immediacy about the book that lends to the pace and nail-biting factor, and underlying a cracker of a thriller is the darker theme of domestic abuse.
