The house didn't ask for what happened... screams, and stains, and blood, and the mother, slowly sinking towards the floor.
Seven years ago, Theresa and Jackie meet in a maternity ward. Sleep-deprived new mothers; instant friends.
Then they become neighbours on Hot Springs Drive - a nice street in a nice neighbourhood, filled with flower boxes and emerald lawns.
The story ends like this: in the depths of a sweltering heatwave, Theresa discovers that her husband and Jackie are having an affair. The next day, Theresa's body is found.
The truth lies somewhere between the picket fences and pink blossoms, where friendships twist into tragic jealousies and barbecues hide bed hopping and bloodshed. By summer's end, the residents of Hot Springs Drive will never be the same...
An unputdownable, unmissable, vicious blade of a novel about one woman's deepest desires, that peels back the fragile veneer of two suburban families and the deadly secrets roiling between them.
