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From the new pen name Maggie Fern, Callie Moss brings you the long awaited second book in the Horrors & Heartthrobs Series… It’s crazy how quickly things can change. One day, I had the perfect marriage, the perfect husband, the perfect house. A perfect life in a perfectly safe suburbia neighborhood. Only thing is Oliver wasn’t perfect, nothing was. Not beyond its shiny, attractive surface anyway. I hated him with every ounce of my being. In my mind, my options were limited…at least that’s what I told myself. How I justified the carnage when faced with the things I’d done. Oliver Neilson has been missing for five months now. Five months of peace I hadn’t known for years. They say I did it. I hear their whispers, see their judgmental stares. The police hear it too. It’s only a matter of time before I have to atone for every lie, every misdeed. That was until he showed up. Those honey-colored eyes, the small freckle on the left side of his nose near the tip. He’s a perfect replica of my husband. I should be happy, relieved even, but I’m not. I’m horrified. Because that could not possibly be Oliver Neilson.

From the new pen name Maggie Fern, Callie Moss brings you the long awaited second book in the Horrors & Heartthrobs Series… It’s crazy how quickly things can change. One day, I had the perfect marriage, the perfect husband, the perfect house. A perfect life in a perfectly safe suburbia neighborhood. Only thing is Oliver wasn’t perfect, nothing was. Not beyond its shiny, attractive surface anyway. I hated him with every ounce of my being. In my mind, my options were limited…at least that’s what I told myself. How I justified the carnage when faced with the things I’d done. Oliver Neilson has been missing for five months now. Five months of peace I hadn’t known for years. They say I did it. I hear their whispers, see their judgmental stares. The police hear it too. It’s only a matter of time before I have to atone for every lie, every misdeed. That was until he showed up. Those honey-colored eyes, the small freckle on the left side of his nose near the tip. He’s a perfect replica of my husband. I should be happy, relieved even, but I’m not. I’m horrified. Because that could not possibly be Oliver Neilson.