"RICHLY WRITTEN." --KIRKUS REVIEWS"VIBRANT DETAILS." --PUBLISHERS WEEKLY"NO ONE CAN CREATE A MORE ELOQUENTLY WRITTEN SUSPENSE NOVEL THAN PETER MAY." --NEW YORK JOURNAL OF BOOKSA stunning standalone thriller from Peter May that alternates between the glamorous fashion world of Paris and the rugged beauty of the Isle of Harris. When a killer strikes a pair of fabric entrepreneurs, is the motive money or something far more personal?Friends since childhood, and lovers and business partners as adults, Niamh and Ruairidh are owners of a small company that weaves its own very special version of Harris Tweed--a niche brand in the world of fashion and haute couture. But the threads of their relationship are beginning to fray. When Niamh accuses Ruairidh of having an affair with Irina, a Russian fashion designer they work with, Ruairidh storms off and gets into Irina's car. Moments later, Niamh watches in horror as the car explodes in a ball of flame. With Niamh a prime suspect in the murder, she begins to suspect that things are not what they seem; and when there is an attempt on her life, she becomes convinced that what looked like a terrorist attack on her lover might be something more personal by far . . .
"RICHLY WRITTEN." --KIRKUS REVIEWS"VIBRANT DETAILS." --PUBLISHERS WEEKLY"NO ONE CAN CREATE A MORE ELOQUENTLY WRITTEN SUSPENSE NOVEL THAN PETER MAY." --NEW YORK JOURNAL OF BOOKSA stunning standalone thriller from Peter May that alternates between the glamorous fashion world of Paris and the rugged beauty of the Isle of Harris. When a killer strikes a pair of fabric entrepreneurs, is the motive money or something far more personal?Friends since childhood, and lovers and business partners as adults, Niamh and Ruairidh are owners of a small company that weaves its own very special version of Harris Tweed--a niche brand in the world of fashion and haute couture. But the threads of their relationship are beginning to fray. When Niamh accuses Ruairidh of having an affair with Irina, a Russian fashion designer they work with, Ruairidh storms off and gets into Irina's car. Moments later, Niamh watches in horror as the car explodes in a ball of flame. With Niamh a prime suspect in the murder, she begins to suspect that things are not what they seem; and when there is an attempt on her life, she becomes convinced that what looked like a terrorist attack on her lover might be something more personal by far . . .