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INSTANT #1 INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER
USA Today bestseller
Edgar + ITW Thriller Award nominee for Best First Novel
“Think: Dexter but sexier.”—theSkimm
“A dark and irresistible debut.”—People
“Will shock even the savviest suspense readers.”—Real Simple
Dexter meets Mr. and Mrs. Smith in this wildly compulsive debut thriller about a couple whose fifteen-year marriage has finally gotten too interesting...
Our love story is simple. I met a gorgeous woman. We fell in love. We had kids. We moved to the suburbs. We told each other our biggest dreams, and our darkest secrets. And then we got bored.
We look like a normal couple. We're your neighbors, the parents of your kid's friend, the acquaintances you keep meaning to get dinner with.
We all have our secrets to keeping a marriage alive.
Ours just happens to be getting away with murder.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBerkley
- Publication dateMarch 26, 2019
- File size1893 KB
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Editorial Reviews
Review
“A dark and irresistible debut.”—People
“The thriller we’re most excited to stay up with all night.”—Entertainment Weekly
“Side effects of reading this include sleepless nights, and awkward looks from strangers on the subway due to your horrified expression.”—Cosmopolitan
“Will shock even the savviest suspense readers.”—Real Simple
“A new twist on the genre.”—Refinery29
“If you read one book this year, make it My Lovely Wife.”—Betches
“Wow! My Lovely Wife is a stunner—full of twists, well-drawn characters, and riveting suspense.”—Harlan Coben, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“Clever. Manipulative. Dark. Disturbing. What more can you ask for?”—Jane Corry, national bestselling author of My Husband’s Wife
“An assured and deliciously engrossing debut. You'll surely devour My Lovely Wife, but it will linger long after you've reached the last page.”—Sarah Pinborough, New York Times bestselling author of Behind Her Eyes
“You'll never look at your neighbors the same. I couldn't pull myself away from this story...Make sure you clear your schedule before you pick it up. Absolutely unputdownable.”—Liv Constantine, USA Today bestselling author of The Last Mrs. Parrish
“[A] wicked, delicious tale of secrets, relationships, and the lengths to which some will go to keep the magic alive.”—CrimeReads
“[A] dark, disturbing exploration of family, marriage and murderous compulsions”—The Washington Post
“You might want to read this one during the daytime.”—Woman's Day
“Mark our words: My Lovely Wife will be one of the most shocking and suspenseful thrillers you’ll read all year.”—Hello Giggles
“A knockout...an effortless page turner.”—Publishers Weekly
“It's a remarkable achievement, full stop.”—Shelf Awareness
“Do you hear me screaming and/or the sound of my hefty exhale? This novel is a JOURNEY. I was invested from the very first unsettling page.”—Elite Daily
“Truly horrifying in the most delicious way. Samantha Downing sucks you in with a great story, pitch-perfect prose and disturbingly dead-on insights into the dark side of human nature. I hope I never meet her in a dark alley...”—Nick Petrie, national bestselling author of The Drifter
“A fantastic foray into what we know—and what we do not—about those closest to us. Intricately plotted, fascinating characters—I loved it!”—Heather Graham, New York Times bestselling author of Fade to Black
“Dark, twisted--and impossible to put down. Samantha Downing has written a wickedly plotted and suspenseful psychological thriller.”—Meg Gardiner, Edgar award-winning author
“I loved this this brilliantly dark and twisted novel. One of the best books I've read this year! I have a sneaky feeling this is going to be big!”—C.J. Tudor, Sunday Times bestselling author of The Chalk Man
“Totally engrossing and I kept on thinking, one more chapter…an intelligent page-turner that makes you question everything.”—Araminta Hall, author of Our Kind of Cruelty
“It’s no mean feat to find something fresh in the crowded thriller field, but Downing pulls off an indisputable triumph with My Lovely Wife. Exemplary writing and outstanding pacing confirm Downing’s talent, but it’s her deliciously depraved characters that kept me flying through the pages. Couldn’t get enough of this subversive love-gone-sideways tale!”—Sophie Littlefield, national bestselling author of That's What Frenemies Are For
“Brilliant—I was enthralled by the premise and it totally delivered. Five star entertainment!”—Jill Mansell, New York Times bestselling author of Fast Friends
About the Author
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***This excerpt is from an advance, uncorrected proof***
One
She is looking at me. Her blue eyes are glassy, they flicker down to her drink and back up. I look at my own drink and can feel her watching, wondering if I’m as interested as she is. I glance over and smile to show her I am. She smiles back. Most of her lipstick is gone, now a reddish smear on the rim of her glass. I walk over and take the seat next to her.
She fluffs her hair. It is unremarkable in both color and length. Her lips move, she says hello, and her eyes are brighter. They look backlit.
Physically, I appeal to her the same way I would appeal to most women in this bar. I am thirty-nine, in excellent shape with a full head of hair and a deep set of dimples, and my suit fits better than any glove. That’s why she looked at me, why she smiled, why she is happy I have come over to join her. I am the man she has in mind.
I slide my phone across the bar toward her. It displays a message.
Hello. My name is Tobias.
She reads it and crinkles her brow, looking back and forth between the phone and me. I type another message.
I am deaf.
Her eyebrows shoot up, she covers her mouth with one hand, and the pink rises on her skin. Embarrassment looks the same on everyone.
She shakes her head at me. Sorry, so sorry. She did not know.
Of course you didn’t. How could you?
She smiles. It is not quite whole.
I am no longer the picture in her head, no longer the man she imagined, but now she isn’t sure what to do.
She picks up my phone and types back.
I’m Petra.
A pleasure to meet you, Petra. You are Russian?
My parents were.
I nod and smile. She nods and smiles. I can see her mind churning.
She would rather not stay with me. She wants to go find a man who can hear her laugh and does not have to type out his words.
At the same time, her conscience tells her not to discriminate. Petra does not want to be the shallow woman who refuses a man because he is deaf. She doesn’t want to turn me down the way so many others have.
Or so she assumes.
Her internal battle is like a three-act play unfolding before my eyes, and I know how it ends. At least most of the time.
She stays.
Her first question is about my hearing, or lack of it. Yes, I have been deaf from birth. No, I have never heard anything—not a laugh, not a voice, not a puppy barking or a plane overhead.
Petra gives me a sad face. She does not realize this is patronizing, and I don’t tell her, because she is trying. Because she stays.
She asks if I can read lips. I nod. She starts to talk.
“When I was twelve, I broke my leg in two places. Bike accident.” Her mouth moves in the most exaggerated, grotesque way. “Anyway, I had to wear a cast that went from my foot all the way up to my thigh.” She stops, draws a line across her thigh in case I have trouble understanding. I don’t, but I appreciate the attempt. And the thigh.
She continues. “I couldn’t walk at all for six weeks. At school, I had to use a wheelchair, because the cast was too heavy for crutches.”
I smile, half imagining little Petra with a big cast. Half imagining where this sad story is heading.
“I’m not saying I know what it’s like to live in a wheelchair, or to have any permanent disability. I just always feel like . . . well, it feels like I’ve had a small taste of what it would be like, you know?”
I nod.
She smiles with relief, afraid her story might have offended me.
I type:
You are very sensitive.
She shrugs. Beams at the compliment.
We have another drink.
I tell her a story that has nothing to do with being deaf. I tell her about my childhood pet, a frog named Sherman. He was a bullfrog who sat on the biggest rock in the pond and hogged all the flies. I never tried to catch Sherman; I would just watch him, and sometimes he watched me, too. We liked to sit together, and I started calling him my pet.
“What happened to him?” Petra asks.
I shrug.
One day the rock was empty. Never saw him again.
Petra says this is sad. I tell her it isn’t. Sad would’ve been finding his dead body and being forced to bury him. I never had to do that. I just imagined he went to a bigger pond with more flies.
She likes this and tells me so.
I do not tell her everything about Sherman. For instance, he had a long tongue that darted around so fast I could hardly see it, but I always wanted to grab it. I used to sit by the pond and wonder how bad of a thought that was. How terrible was it to try and grab a frog’s tongue? And would it hurt him? If he died, would it be murder? I never tried to grab his tongue and probably couldn’t have anyway, but I thought about it. And that made me feel like I wasn’t a good friend to Sherman.
Petra tells me about her cat, Lionel, who is named after her childhood cat, also named Lionel. I tell her that’s funny, but I’m not sure it is. She shows me pictures. Lionel is a tuxedo cat, with a face divided between black and white. He is too stark to be cute.
She continues to talk and shifts to her work. She brands products and companies, and she says it’s both the easiest and the most difficult thing. Difficult in the beginning, because it’s so hard to get anyone to remember anything, but as more people start to recognize a brand, it becomes easy.
“At some point, it doesn’t even matter what we’re selling. The brand becomes more important than the product.” She points to my phone and asks if I bought it because of the name or because I like the phone.
Both?
She smiles. “See. You aren’t even sure.”
I guess not.
“What do you do?”
Accountant.
She nods. It is the least exciting profession in the world, but it is solid, stable, and something a deaf guy can easily do. Numbers don’t speak with a voice.
The bartender comes over. He is neat and clean, college-aged. Petra takes charge of the ordering, and it is because I am deaf. Women always think I need to be taken care of. They like to do things for me because they think I am weak.
Petra secures us two more drinks and a fresh bowl of snacks, and she smiles like she is proud of herself. It makes me laugh. Silently, but still a laugh.
She leans toward me and puts her hand on my arm. Leaves it there. She has forgotten I am not her ideal man, and our progression is now predictable. It’s not long before we go to her place. The decision is easier than it should be, though not because I find her particularly attractive. It is the choice. She gives me the power to decide, and right now I am a man who says yes.
Petra lives downtown, close to the bar, in the middle of all the big branding signs. Her place is not as neat as I’d expected. There is clutter everywhere: papers and clothes and dishes. It makes me think she loses her keys a lot.
“Lionel is around here somewhere. Hiding, probably.”
I don’t look for that stark cat.
She flits around, dropping her bag in one place and removing her shoes in another. Two glasses appear, filled with red wine, and she leads me into the bedroom. She turns to face me, smiling. Petra has become more attractive—even her plain hair seems to sparkle. It is the alcohol, yes, but it’s also her happiness. I get the feeling she has not been this happy in a while, and I’m not sure why. Petra is attractive enough.
She presses up against me, her body warm, her breath soaked in wine. She takes the glass out of my hand and puts it down.
I do not finish drinking it until much later, when we are in the dark and the only light is from my phone. We type back and forth, making fun of ourselves and the fact that we do not know each other.
I ask:
Favorite color?
Lime green. Ice cream?
Bubble gum.
Bubble gum? The blue stuff?
Yes.
Who says that?
What’s your favorite?
French vanilla. Pizza topping?
Ham.
We’re done here.
Are we?
Wait, are we still talking about pizza?
We are not talking about pizza.
Afterward, she dozes off first. I think about leaving, then about staying, and the idea bounces around so long I doze off.
When I wake up, it’s still dark. I slip out of the bed without waking Petra. She is sleeping facedown, one leg askew and her hair spread out on the pillow. I cannot decide if I really like her or not, so I don’t decide at all. I do not have to.
On the nightstand, her earrings. They are made of colored glass, a swirl of blue shades, and they look like her eyes. After getting dressed, I slip the earrings into my pocket. I take them to remind myself not to do this again. I almost believe it will work.
I walk toward the front door without looking back.
“Are you really deaf?”
She says it out loud, to my back.
I hear her because I am not deaf.
And I keep moving.
I pretend I don’t hear her, go straight to the door and shut it behind me, then continue until I am out of her building, down the block, and around the corner. It is only then that I stop and wonder how she figured it out. I must have slipped. --This text refers to the paperback edition.
Product details
- ASIN : B07F5YZ1XB
- Publisher : Berkley (March 26, 2019)
- Publication date : March 26, 2019
- Language : English
- File size : 1893 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 388 pages
- Best Sellers Rank: #24,136 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
- #647 in Psychological Thrillers (Kindle Store)
- #962 in Psychological Thrillers (Books)
- #1,038 in Crime Thrillers (Kindle Store)
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About the author

Samantha Downing is the author of the bestselling My Lovely Wife, nominated for the Edgar, ITW, Macavity awards in the US, the CWA award in the UK, and the winner of the Prix des Lectrices award in France.
Her latest novel, For Your Own Good, was released on July 20, 2021 and was an instant USA Today bestseller.
A Twisted Love Story is her fourth novel and will be released on July 28, 2023.
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Our love story is simple. I met a gorgeous woman. We fell in love. We had kids. We moved to the suburbs. We told each other our biggest dreams, and our darkest secrets. And then we got bored. We look like a normal couple. We're your neighbors, the parents of your kid's friend, the acquaintances you keep meaning to get dinner with.
We all have our secrets to keeping a marriage alive.
Ours just happens to be getting away with murder.
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Okay, so this book to me started out with a bang, then in the middle it got a little slow. But once I hit like 60% I couldn’t put the book down because I wanted to know what was going to happen! I absolutely love Downing’s writing because it is soo dark and twisted! There were so many twists that I didn’t expect at all! I do think that there could have been more character development, but overall I don’t think it took away that much from the plot line.
<b>SUMMARY</b>
Before I get into the plot, it needs to be said that I was so absorbed in the story, it wasn't until I began to write this review that I noticed author, Samantha Downing, never actually gave us the name of main character / narrator. Such a clever, strategic move.
Millicent, her nameless husband (we will refer to him as Nameless from here on), and their children, Rory and Jenna seem to be living a nearly ideal life. They live in <i><b>the</i></b> neighborhood in Orlando; a prestigious, gated golf course, country club community. Millicent is one of the top real estate agents in the area, Nameless is a tennis pro at the country club and their children are happy, healthy teenagers.
Millicent runs a tight ship; homemade organic dinners made every night, no cell phones allowed at daily family dinners, no junk food, homework done immediately after school and no one in the family would have the nerve to argue!
Sound pretty upstanding and proper? They sure seem to be! Unless you happened to know the shocking, terrible secret Nameless and Millicent share; they enjoy killing young women! Yep, you heard that right! The perfect couple next door has added a little spice to their lives by becoming serial killers. Forget taking dancing lessons or sneaking off to a hotel for date nights, the only activity they truly enjoy sharing is painstakingly planning and then executing the kidnapping and murder of a carefully chosen young, female victim. It's pretty twisted.
Not surprisingly, as things escalate, their hobby begins to create issues for the family. Who could have foreseen that? The first half of the book is pretty fascinating but the second half really got me. I could not out it down!
<b>WHAT I LOVED</b>
The most impressive part of this book is that it's author, Samantha Downings, first novel. Wow!! I cannot wait to see what she has in store for us next. If her next book is anywhere near as good as this one, she will be added to my favorite list. I cannot forget to mention the cover. Loved it! It really sets the tone for the book.
The plot was fascinating! I loved the way I was led little by little into their world, given little tidbits of information explaining how they got into this "hobby."
The character development was spot on! I have referred to this book as "mind blowing." The parts that really messed with my mind were related to the characters. I did not fail to notice the irony of how people who took such good care of their children; worrying about every aspect of their lives, could actually kill someone for the sheer fun of it. These serial killers were so darn normal in that way. I cannot stop thinking about the way Downing "conditioned" me to compartmentalize the crazy murdering side of Millicent and Nameless so that there were times when I forgot how sick the whole thing was. When they were at home parenting their children, it was easy to forget. There were many times throughout the book when I actually hoped they would get away with everything so their kids would be able to continue their lives with these caring parents. At one point, I actually chose a side, going with the lesser of the evils and completely rationalized the behavior of one of the two of them, forgiving their role in the whole horrifying mess. Yes, it was that well plotted.
<b>WHAT I DIDN'T LOVE</b>
While there is not any legitimate explanition as to why anyone would choose to kill strangers, I never really felt like there was a convincing reason why Nameless for into it. I also do not u understand why, if nameless was as into Millicent as he claims to be (and he spends a LOT time talking about how much he adored her), why h cheated on the first place. It didn't fit with his singular dedication to her and obsession with her.
<b>OVERALL</b>
Although this is a fairly dark story with some level of disturbing content, it's not overtly graphic. I wouldn't recommend it for young adult readers or people who are pretty squeamish. Again, not bad, but there is a certain amount of grossness to it.
The book opens with Tobias, our narrator, picking up a woman in a bar. He is deaf so he uses his phone to communicate. We goes home with her for a one night stand. As he is leaving we find out several things. He lied to her, and us. Tobias is not his name. He is not deaf. He is a serial killer and she dodged a death. “Tobias,” (we never find out his real name), goes home and we find out he has a wife and two children. Then comes another twist.
This book has funny timing for me. It is a bit slow, while we hear a lot about how he met his wife, about his life, her life, their children. It is, at the same time, a bit fast as I kept reading all the way until the end. There were several twists, (which since I don’t want to give away anything limits what I am writing), that were kind of crazy to us. Some things, with the kids, I was like, the parents are worried about this when these other things are happening? It was all a part of the insanity. I thought it all tied up, with some unexpected stuff, in a way that I was left with an understanding of all that. I did have a couple remaining questions that deal a bit with nature vs nurture type of things and responsibilities. I’m okay with that, though, as I like when a book leaves me exploring what it implies and doesn’t imply along with my opinions on things.
I had this one on my TBR since last year. My only regret was how long it took me to get around to reading it. If you like unbelievably twisty psychological tales, this might be one for you.
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Throughout my entire read, I was thinking that someone should call to report Samantha Downing as a nut bar because whoa --- dark and twisted writing and I'm here for it !!!
Told from the pint of view of get this - the husband who's name is never mentioned...we are taking into the evil doings of Millicient , the evil wife, who clearly dictates the rules of the game !
The hubby participates in violent acts against unsuspecting women but it is Millicent who ends up with blood on her hands.
What we , the reader witness is a major train wreck that we can't look away from. Such a compulsive read. I couldn't even believe what I was reading and yet I just had to keep going.
When I got to chapter 60 I plowed through the rest right up to the very last word and I was like whoa !!!!!No way ?? what ??? what an evil, conniving, genius and manipulative spouse to set up the other in this way....
Well played ...The last quarter grabs you and you hold your breath in anticipation of the end !!!
Absolutely devoured this book and can not wait to read more from this author. Happy reading !


