Behind a Twisted Smile by Faith Mortimer

A gripping psychological thriller

Behind a twisted smile

What do you do when an ex-lover won’t take “no” for an answer? Moya thinks Martyn will eventually take the hint – but the rejected lover has no such intention.

Three weeks later, Moya meets her older sister Evie at a picnic, and learns that she has recently met the man of her dreams. Only problem is – He’s Moya’s spurned ex.

Almost at once, Moya finds herself in a long and terrifying ordeal; she has to deal with an adversary who loves playing sinister mind games, all under the guise of his twisted smile.

As the months slip away, the mental battles with Martyn move insidiously towards physical conflict. A conflict where only one person will step away…. Alive!…

Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / General

Language: English

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Word Count: 75,000

Sales info:

The book is doing extrememly well on both the UK and US market - especially the UK. Ranking high on Amazon.


Sample text:

I stared at him. Martyn was undeniably handsome: tall and slim, and his dark hair flopped into those green eyes in a most beguiling manner. Along with his prominent cheekbones, he could have passed for an Italian or another Latinate. But I hardly knew him…let alone give him the run of my flat. And what business was it of his what time I arrived home? Hang on…how the hell did he get in?

I shook his arms from my shoulders and stepped back. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled a lazy smile. “Thought I’d come round early and surprise you. I let myself in—I know where you keep your key. You ought to be a bit more careful, you know. You keep your key where anyone could find it. It’s a good job it was only me. I’m right, aren’t I?” He waggled a finger in front of my face.

My eyes slid away from his and I saw he hadn’t had time to switch off my laptop—the white light still glowed. I moved towards it. Before I asked, I knew what he had been reading, and I felt my blood boil. I was in the middle of writing a novel. But it wasn’t just any old novel; the story was based loosely on me and my three sisters. I started it as a cathartic exercise but soon became engrossed with the joy of writing, and although I hadn’t told a soul, I hoped to publish it one day.

“Hey! That’s private.” I spun round to confront him. “You’ve been reading something confidential. How dare you!”

 


Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

LanguageStatus
Italian
Already translated. Translated by Monica R. Pelà and Roberta Giuffrida
Author review:
Excellent as always! Thank you, Monica and Roberta
Portuguese
Already translated. Translated by André Nardini
Spanish
Already translated. Translated by Michael Berríos Castro

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