Blurb from Goodreads:
“As if Bridget Jones found herself in a Scream film. Murderously clever!” —Rupert Holmes, New York Times bestselling author
The mystifying world of online dating gets a terrifying, clever, and darkly hilarious twist in this unputdownable thriller.
Gwen Turner has made a bloody mess of her life. She recently broke up with the best man she’s ever known for reasons even she can’t admit to herself and quit a lucrative job to open her own coffee shop. To top it all off, her best friend is getting married and leaving her behind in singlehood.
Along with too much cheap wine and bad reality TV, Gwen turns to a dating app to help fill the void in her life. Swiping through the few eligible bachelors left in town, she spends her evenings out on one disastrous date after another. But when a string of murders suddenly occurs in her small coastal English city, she’s shocked by the connection between each of the victims—they’ve all been on a date with her.
Before she knows what’s happening, Gwen finds herself the main suspect in a serial killer’s murderous spree, and the only way she can clear her name is to track down her former dates (even those that have ghosted her) and unmask a killer before it’s too late.
This started out very funny and almost in dark humor even if it was a bit self-destructive. It then turned even darker but I still enjoyed it and would count this is a thriller and very well done who-dun-it ... this will make you think twice about dating apps as you try to figure out the killer. Very satisfying ending!
Swiped comes out next week on May 21, 2024 and you can purchase HERE.
I've done some bad things.
I don't mean your everyday, run-of-the-mill misdemeanors. Listen, I'll freely admit I've got at least two more credit cards than I need, a mild potato chip addiction, and I really, really need to work on my core. No, I'm talking about the truly awful things, the ones you'd like to bury so deep that you can pretend they never actually happened.
Rough estimate, I'd say I have done maybe fourteen things, total, that the Dalai Lama would raise a concerned eyebrow at. But out of all of them, I'd say the second-worst thing I'd ever done was currently unfolding right in front of me: my best friend's hen do, aka the hen do from hell (I say "hell," but I was pretty sure even the devil had never been forced to drink Bellinis out of penis-shaped straws at 8:30 p.m. in Cameo on a Thursday evening).
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