One Fatal Night by Hélene Fermont


Book blurb: One woman’s quest for revenge unearths a fatal secret from her past.

Astrid Jensen holds one man responsible for her mother’s suicide, and she’ll do whatever’s necessary to get close to Daniel Holst and destroy his life – even if it means sleeping with him to gain his trust. Astrid knows he’s not who he pretends to be. But before she can reveal his dark secret, people from her mother’s past start turning up dead, and it looks like she and Daniel are next. In order to survive, she might have to put her trust in the man she has hated for so long.

Daniel Holst has worked hard to climb into Norway’s most elite and glamorous circles, and he’s not about to let any woman bring him down. But when a psychopathic killer starts murdering people from his shadowy past, he discovers that the only person who might be able to save him is the woman who wants to destroy him.

As Astrid digs deeper into her past, she uncovers secrets long buried and realises everything she once believed is based on lies. What began as a quest to avenge her mother’s death becomes a desperate struggle for survival and leads to the truth about what happened one fatal night ten years ago—and the surprising mastermind behind the most recent murders.

Sound intriguing? Read on if you would like a sneaky peek at an excerpt taken from Chapter 2:

Grabbing his jacket and mobile from the small table next to the bed, he disappeared out the front door. As she sat alone in the tiny bedsit, Astrid’s eyes welled up with tears. Wringing her hands, she ran into the bathroom and showered for nearly half an hour, her body shaking from the memory of what they had done. Scrubbing away his mouth and skin from hers, she couldn’t stop crying and detesting herself for her part in it. But it was necessary to prove how much I care. She dried herself with a big light blue towel and cleaned up after him, throwing her ripped, flimsy clothes into a bin outside the flat. It wasn’t until she’d eaten a piece of toast and drunk half a mug of strong black coffee that she wondered, Did you feel the same as me, Mor? Did you hate yourself as much as I do now? Daniel Holst has no idea who I am. I’ll stick with the plan a while longer until he gets what he deserves. All I have to do is wait for his call and the next instalment of what I’ve got in store for him. She smiled and started to clear the table.


My thanks to Hélene Fermont, author, and to Sarah Hardy from Book On The Bright Side Publicity & PromoTwitter: @BOTBSPublicity – Facebook: Book On The Bright Side

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