The Woman on Platform 8 by M A Hunter

4 Stars from me

This classic psychological thriller, with an awesome tagline – no good deed goes unpunished – follows Jenna who, after becoming slightly fixated on a stranger she sees on the daily commute, lets her into her life.

What starts as a kindness, soon means that the stranger, Allie, becomes embroiled in Jenna’s life. This initial innocent integration has all the markings of a gripping psychological thriller as the reader can feels the screws tightening and that ‘uh uh, that’s not a great idea‘ feeling is strong throughout this book!

I felt almost protective of Jenna at times, it was like she was left bobbing in a sea of dishonesty and misdirection from the other key players in the story. The author does a great job of setting the scene for a huge amount of doubt over whether Jenna was losing her mind, what her husband’s motives and true intentions are and exactly how many of the central characters are untrustworthy, and why.

M A Hunter has done a great job here of raising so many questions that the book is kinda hard to put down – such is the need to find out how the story concludes.

My thanks to the author, Rachel’s Random Resources, and Boldwood Books for letting me be a part of this book tour.

Blurb: A BRAND NEW dark and twisted psychological thriller from bestseller M. A. Hunter. ‘Scarily good!’ – Valerie Keogh No good deed… goes unpunished. 

I first saw her on the platform on my way home from work a few weeks ago. She had an aura about her that made people stop and stare. Then I saw her again. And again. Our twice weekly commute into London Waterloo insync. She was always so poised, so pretty, so perfect.

Everything I’m not.

In my head, her name’s Lucia, and she’s a glamorous catwalk model from Milan who commutes from Winchester to attend casting calls in the city. But this morning she’s late, barely making the train as the doors close. She doesn’t take her usual seat, instead staying close to the doors…

Then it hits me – she looks terrified.

I feel compelled to help her, and against my better judgement I stand up and move towards her. It’s then the illusion crumbles. Her name’s not Lucia, but Allie. Not a model, but a woman in dire need of help. She tells me she’s in danger, that she’s done something dreadful and I don’t know why I do it, but I promise to keep her safe.

But I shouldn’t make promises I know I can’t keep.

Because my life isn’t as picture perfect as I like to pretend, and I can’t stop wondering if maybe I’m not the only one pretending…

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