I fix my gaze on the table, willing her not to suggest I try therapy. I can’t have that conversation again. Another plane flies overhead. Nalika’s silence is noisier than the unseen metallic drone. When Steph meets a young, homeless man named Noah at her office, she is impressed with him. After inviting him to dinner a couple of times, she offers him a room in the house which will, hopefully, add extra protection for her. But even with him there, more things happen and she begins to wonder about some of the things that Noah is doing. Is someone trying to frighten her away from her home? I look up and he’s watching me, a soft smile in his stubble. Okay, then: confident, not shy. And undoubtedly handsome.

Home should be an anchor, a port in a storm, a refuge, a happy place in which to dwell, a place where we are loved and where we can love.” — Elder Marvin J. Ashton I wait, listening, but there’s nothing. Probably just wood expanding, or a pipe. Sometimes I wonder if there are sounds inside my head. Tense and exciting it is also written in a way to be an enjoyable read where you slip straight into the characters,good and bad,lives and stay with them throughout the story

Steph at one point that she had it all, a loving husband and two wonderful children and their lovely home. However, after thirty years of marriage Steph’s husband wants out and has left their home and her son rushed off to begin his own life in the military without a word and Steph’s daughter has married leaving Steph on her own. THE BIG TWIST – if you see it coming or not, it will still hit you in the face like a big slap. Because you will never see it coming until it’s right there staring you in the face. He’s angled a little more toward me. My shoulder is close to his upper arm. Why am I so aware of his body? His proximity? Steph has lived an ordinary life with her two children and husband for thirty years, until jealousy tears her marriage apart and she's left with a life she doesn't know what to do with. Her children are grown; her son having left his family behind without a word, and her daughter who is enjoying a life of her own. Steph's only things to take care of anymore are herself and the people she works with.

I’m still here, curled up in the dirt, as the sky begins to lighten. The sun draws muted color over the heath, shapes emerging from the gray. There’s a dark red patch in the earth. And on my skirt. Wine, spilled, the bottle on its side.Oh wow! This book ended with more twists and turns than a winding road. I never would have guessed the ending. Loved it. Enjoy! I have no destination in mind. But my feet have mechanically walked; I know where I’m going to end up. A pull I can’t avoid.

I pause for a moment, spine straight, listening for sounds or movements of Arran. But there are none. Desperate for company, and to save her beloved house from her impending divorce, Steph invites a homeless man to lodge with her. A risky and possibly stupid move considering the “incidents” only seem to increase after Noah moves in. Someone is determined to push Steph out of her house. Will she be able to stop the intruder before it’s too late? Holy magnum, it’s hot,” she says, holding my shoulders. “You all right? You look a bit like roast turkey.” I gaze into the doorway’s empty space, my forehead tight. That was strangely intimate. Sharing bread and apricot jam and talking about Rosie’s painting—so different from other guests.Sure,” I say, waving the spatula. “You can go whenever you like before eleven. Just leave the keys in the room.” I am excited to be taking part in the #BooksOnTour #BlogTour for Rona Halsall's latest compelling thriller #TheGuestRoom.