This is the second novel form Lucie Whitehouse and in my opinion far better than her first. Whitehouse has managed to draw you into a tense and thrilling story of sheer jealously and fear so easily, that although it took a while for me to get into the book, once I was I was immediately hooked.
Kate has sought solace and seclusion in the Isle of Wight, running away from everything that she has created, and also running away from Richard, the man she met and fell in love with. However the weeping wound of Richard follows her to the Isle of Wight and here days are spent avoiding the memory of him and any contact with him but Richard is determined to seep right through to Kate's skin.
Slowly Kate starts to become part of island life, and upon her arrival, she is witness to a missing boat being returned without its skipper; Alice Frewin. Kate becomes involved in Alice's world by default, but all the time she is seemingly moving forward, Richard is coming up behind her to ensure that she never forgets him.
Whitehouse has created such a thrilling tale, with so much building tension and atmosphere, from describing the landscape, and swells of The Solent and the weather of the island but also the power that Richard seems to weave over others, almost always women. A page turner, that actually leaves you worrying if you put the book down, as what will Richard do next to infiltrate Kate's life and most of all her mind.
Worthy of a read, start with this one, and perhaps only then go to her debut novel The House at Midnight