Speak No Evil by Tanya Anne Crosby

Contemporary suspense

Speak no evil

"Dangerously addicting."-Sherrilyn Kenyon #1 New York Times bestselling author

"Crosby serves up suspense, secrets and Southern scandal like no one else!" - Harlan Coben #1 New York Times bestselling author

Lifting the veil of secrecy on a grand Southern family in decline, New York Times bestselling author Tanya Anne Crosby explores the lives of Caroline, Augusta, and Savannah Aldridge, three sisters who share a dark past and an uncertain future. After their mother’s death—a newspaper heiress—Caroline must take over The Tribune and the three sisters must live together for a year, or lose their inheritance. But a killer is making headlines, and Caroline may have unwittingly stepped into the crosshairs… 

A series of kidnappings and murders resurrect the sisters’ childhood memories of their brother's disappearance—and Caroline fears she may be next. Yet in the midst of her turmoil, she may be rekindling a romance she'd extinguished long ago. With Jack Shaw back in her life and the tattered bonds of sisterhood slowly mending, Caroline hopes the family can restore its position in Charleston society—unless a sinister force beyond their control tears them apart forever. . . 


Genre: FICTION / Romance / Suspense

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Police Procedural

Language: English


Word Count: 88,000

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This book has been on the USA Today list. My author rank is No. 8 in historical romance and although this is my first book in the contemporary suspense genre, it won't be my last.

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Everything hinges on a moment.

Make a split-second decision or submit to a whim … . . . and like tumbling dominoes, events will follow, good and bad. In a perfect world, if you make a decision with the best of intentions, only the best of results may come. But sometimes, bad people do the right thing. Sometimes good people do the wrong thing.

You might say a pen led to my death.

Just a simple pen, it sat, not on my desk, but on the kitchen counter, where I abandoned it after scribbling the word “‘tomatoes”’ on my grocery list. Sometime before making its way to that spot, it lay on my nightstand, where I set it down after devising a plan to reunite my three daughters. From there, it traveled to my office, where I penned a last codicil to my will. TheAll guilty ruminations of an old woman, mostly. But then, I forgot … . . . until I saw the pen and set in motion the chain of dominoes that broughtsaw me to this moment …. . . .

Only now, one breath shy of my last, do I understand that maybe this began long ago . . .  … in another moment . . .  … on a beach north of Folly …. . . .

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