A Terrifying Honeymoon
From the back cover
Honeymooning with my husband, we were tucked away on an island retreat.
At 8 p.m., an old mute lady had suddenly shown up at our hotel room door.
She was clutching a stark white note in her hand: [He's planning to murder you!]
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Mike was showering, and I was knee-deep in our suitcase when that unsettling knocking started.
It caught me off-guard.
Who could it have been at this time?
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