Author(s): Seraphina Nova Glass
Published by Graydon House on July 28, 2020
Genre(s): Psychological Thriller, Suspense
Source: Netgalley, Publisher
Format: ARC, eBook
She wrote the book on escaping a predator… Now one is coming for her.
Faith Finley has it all: she’s a talented psychologist with a flourishing career, a bestselling author and the host of a popular local radio program, Someone’s Listening, with Dr. Faith Finley. She’s married to the perfect man, Liam Finley, a respected food critic.
Until the night everything goes horribly wrong, and Faith’s life is shattered forever.
Liam is missing—gone without a trace—and the police are suspicious of everything Faith says. They either think she has something to hide, or that she’s lost her mind.
And then the notes begin to arrive. Notes that are ripped from Faith’s own book, the one that helps victims leave their abusers. Notes like “Lock your windows. Consider investing in a steel door.”
As the threats escalate, the mystery behind Liam’s disappearance intensifies. And Faith’s very life will depend on finding answers.
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Someone’s Listening by Seraphina Nova Glass was a twisted and mind-boggling read, which featured a complex cast of characters and had me guessing throughout most of the story.
This was my first experience with the author, and I have to say she impressed me.
The story introduces Faith, a happily married psychologist, author and radio host. However, beneath all the success lingers remnants of an abusive childhood. All appears to be going well until she’s accused of an unspeakable crime; from that moment her life began spiralling out of control. Her husband went missing under mysterious circumstances. Her friends abandoned her, and she has resorted to drinking and self-medication. The police refused to listen to her concerns regarding her missing husband. Besides, why would they believe the utterances of drunken and drugged up woman. Then she began receiving notes taken from directly from the book she authored. Does this have anything to do with her husband’s disappearance? She takes it upon herself, despite numerous warnings from her lawyer and the police, to to investigate who was behind the notes and to determine if and how they tie in with her husband’s disappearance.
Faith proved to be the most unreliable character. I could not trust her judgement because of her love affair with alcohol and drugs. Even with the mysterious notes, I still wasn’t sure if I could trust her. The fact the story was told solely from her POV added to the complexities of uncovering the truth.
I found the secondary characters, who aided in driving this intense story interesting. I could consider all of them except for the police suspects. I didn’t know whom to trust.
I found the story to be well written. It had me turning the pages. I needed to know the outcome. I thought I knew the route the story would take, but I was sorely mistaken. It wasn’t until near the end I had it all figured out. Wow! Talk about shocking, I never saw it coming until it was too late.
Someone’s Listening is one of those stories that will keep you reading way into the wee hours. A fitting story for fans of psychological suspense.
WHEN I WAKE UP, IT’S BLACK AND STILL; I FEEL A light, icy snow that floats rather than falls, and I can’t open my eyes. I don’t know where I am, but it’s so quiet, the silence rings in my ears. My fingertips try to grip the ground, but I feel only a sheet of ice beneath me, splintered with bits of embedded gravel. The air is sharp, and I try to call for him, but I can’t speak. How long have I been here? I drift back out of consciousness. The next time I wake, I hear the crunching of ice under the boots of EMTs who rush around my body. I know where I am. I’m lying in the middle of County Road 6. There has been a crash. There’s a swirling red light, a strobe light in the vast blackness: they tell me not to move.
“Where’s my husband?” I whimper. They tell me to try not to talk either. “Liam!” I try to yell for him, but it barely escapes my lips; they’re numb, near frozen, and it comes out in a hoarse whisper. How has this happened?
I think of the party and how I hate driving at night, and how I was careful not to drink too much. I nursed a glass or two, stayed in control. Liam had a lot more. It wasn’t like him to get loaded, and I knew it was his way of getting back at me. He was irritated with me, with the position I’d put him in, even though he had never said it in so many words. I wanted to please him because this whole horrible situation was my fault, and I was sorry.
When I wake up again I’m in a hospital room, connected to tubes and machines. The IV needle is stuck into a bruised, purple vein in the back of my hand that aches. In the dim light, I sip juice from a tiny plastic cup, and the soft beep of the EKG tries to lull me back to sleep, but I fight it. I want answers. I need to appear stabilized and alert. Another dose of painkiller is released into my IV; the momentary euphoria forces me to heave a sigh. I need to keep my eyes open. I can hear the cops arrive and talk to someone at a desk outside my door. They’ll tell me what happened.
There’s a nurse who calls me “sweetie” and changes the subject when I ask about the accident. She gives the cops a sideways look when they come in to talk to me, and tells them they only have a few minutes and that I need to rest.
Detective John Sterling greets me with a soft “Hello, ma’am.” I almost forget about my shattered femur and groan after I move too quickly. Another officer lingers by the door, a tall, stern-looking woman with her light hair pulled into a tight bun at the base of her skull. She tells me I’m lucky to be alive, and if it had dropped below freezing, I wouldn’t have lasted those couple hours before a passing car stopped and called 911. I ask where Liam is, but she just looks to Sterling. Something is terribly wrong.
“Why won’t anyone tell me what happened to him?” I plead. I watch Detective Sterling as he picks his way through a response.
“The nurse tells me that you believe he was in the car with you at the time of the accident,” he says. I can hear the condescension in his voice. He’s speaking to me like I’m a child.
“They said ‘I believe’ he was? That’s not a— That’s a fact. We came from a party—a book signing party. Anyone, anyone can tell you that he was with me. Please. Is he hurt?” I look down at my body for the first time and see the jagged stitches holding together the bruised flesh of my right arm. They look exaggerated, like the kind you might draw on with makeup and glue for a Halloween costume. I close my eyes, holding back nausea. I try to walk through the series of events—trying to piece together what happened and when.
Liam had been quiet in the car. I knew he’d believed me after the accusations started. I knew he trusted me, but maybe I’d underestimated the seeds of doubt that had been planted in his mind. I tried to lighten the mood when we got in the car by making some joke about the fourteen-dollar domestic beers; he’d given a weak chuckle and rested his head on the passenger window.
The detective looks at me with something resembling sympathy but closer to pity.
“Do you recall how much you had to drink last night?” he asks accusingly.
“What? You think…? No. I drove because he… No! Where is he?” I ask, not recognizing my own voice. It’s haggard and raw.
“Do you recall taking anything to help you relax? Anything that might impair your driving?”
“No,” I snap, nearly in tears again.
“So, you didn’t take any benzodiazepine maybe? Yesterday…at some point?”
“No— I— Please.” I choke back tears. “I don’t…” He looks at me pointedly, then scribbles something on his stupid notepad. I didn’t know what to say. Liam must be dead, and they think I’m too fragile to take the news. Why would they ask me this?
“Ma’am,” he says, standing. He softens his tone. This is it. He’s going to tell me something I’ll never recover from.
“You were the only one in the car when medics got there,” he says, studying me for my response, waiting to detect a lie that he can use against me later. His patronizing look infuriates me.
“What?” The blood thumps in my ears. They think I’m crazy; that soft tone isn’t a sympathetic one reserved for delivery of the news that a loved one has died—it’s the careful language chosen when speaking to someone unstable. They think I’m some addict or a drunk. Maybe they think the impact had made me lose the details, but he was there. I swear to God. His cry came too late and there was a crash. It was deafening, and I saw him reach for me, his face distorted in terror. He tried to shield me. He was there. He was next to me, screaming my name when we saw the truck headlights appear only feet in front of us—too late.
Excerpted from Someone’s Listening by Seraphina Nova Glass, Copyright © 2020 by Seraphina Nova Glass.
Published by Graydon House Books
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Excellent review. I pretty much came up with the same conclusions as you.
Books that keep you guessing really are the best 🙂 Glad you enjoyed this one!
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I’ve never read her thanks for sharing Nadene
This sounds right up my alley
I do like the sound of this book. Great review.
Glad to see your excellent review – I have this one coming up on my list
Oh yes… this is my cup of tea! Adding to my wishlist.
I’ve seen this around. The premise and positive reviews, including yours, make me want to grab a copy.
I got tensed up just reading your review about this one. She sounds like an interesting heroine with the substance abuse, the notes, and her missing husband. I’ll have to add this one to the list.
I liked this book as well.
sounds intriguing.. thanks for the share
Wow this sounds interesting. I will check this one out.
The unreliable narrator seems to be a common theme these days, but it still works for me sometimes. I am super curious about this. The whole note aspect is so creepy!