Verity

by Colleen Hoover

𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮.

𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩.

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝,

𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧.

SYNOPSIS

On the brink of financial collapse, Lowen accepts an offer from the husband of renowned author—Verity Crawford—to partake in ghost-writing the successful series she’s unable to complete. Arriving at the Crawford family house to organize Verity’s notes on the unfinished books, Lowen discovers a manuscript instead—an autobiography written by none other than Verity.

As she enters the mind of the talented author, unraveling the devastating events of the Crawford family through Verity’s perspective, the horrifying reality of what she uncovers will threaten to engulf her in the present—for the truth is sometimes too terrifying to grasp.

REVIEW

𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩?

My second CoHo book rendered me completely mind-blown. I wasn’t expecting anything, as I went into the book knowing nothing, mistaking it for a simple romance—and then having the ending twist deliver such a straight blow to my poor little brain.

As a romantic psychological thriller, it definitely had the right amount of romance to keep readers cheering, BUT even when pink little bubbles drifted in the air, something always felt fundamentally off. There was a consistent atmosphere of disturbance that the author created & maintained so perfectly, keeping me slightly unsettled, knowing but not expecting the horrific ending looming in the near distance, until it slammed right into my face.

I’ve read thrillers with mind-blowing details, multi-layered plot twists & a complexity of characters, but lately I’ve found myself enjoying rather, this—a straightforward plot, small handful of characters & most of all an enthralling delivery of a story, that will chill you right to the bone.