I'll Never Tell

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About The Book

From Catherine McKenzie, the instant bestselling author of The Good Liar, comes a riveting domestic suspense in the vein of Liane Moriarty that sees five siblings forced to confront a tragedy they thought was buried long ago.

What happened to Amanda Holmes?

After the sudden death of their parents, the MacAllister children return to the run-down summer camp where they spent their childhood. The four sisters and their elder brother haven’t all been together at Camp Macaw in over twenty years—ever since a tragic and mysterious accident.

Over the course of the Labour Day weekend, the siblings must determine what to do with the property, now worth millions. But a stunning condition of their father’s will compels them to face their past—and come to a decision that threatens to tear them apart forever.

A sharp and engrossing novel of suspense, I’ll Never Tell reveals what happens when the secrets and lies that hold a family together are finally exposed.

Excerpt

I’ll Never Tell Chapter 1 ROUTINE
Sean

For Sean Booth, every morning for as long as he could remember began the same way, waking up in a small room crammed into the eaves of the lodge, the cheap blankets he slept under twisted around his ankles, the sound of the breeze rushing in the trees outside his open window.

It was 6:45. It was always 6:45. He didn’t have to check the time; he knew it in his bones. Sean rose immediately. He wasn’t a layabout. He had his routine, and he stuck to it. One minute to take the towel off the end of his bed and wrap it around his naked waist. One more till he was in the shower at the end of the hall, first in freezing water, then letting it get so hot it almost scalded him. He believed in three-minute showers, no more, no less; anything else was wasteful. He scrubbed his short hair with a bar of Dove soap, then passed the bar across his chest and into his crevices. At forty-five, he had more of those now than he used to, but everything else was pretty much the same as it always was. He turned off the shower, brushed his teeth, and was back in his room at 6:52. He used the worn towel to rub off the water, then put on his faded cargo pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Then, because it was Labor Day weekend, and the morning chill would linger until later in the day, one of his two Camp Macaw sweatshirts.

It was 6:58 when his Tretorned feet hit the stairs that brought him down into the lodge’s main room. The smell of scrambled eggs and slightly charred toast greeted him before he hit the last step. He waved to Amy in the kitchen, the only kitchen staff left now that the campers had all gone home. She was still there because of the guests who would be arriving soon.

He pushed open the creaking screen-porch door. The sun was bright, but there was still a touch of frost on the grass. It needed mowing, but he was going to have to wait until the day steamed the moisture away before he could climb onto his ride mower and cut it back.

He walked to the end of the wooden porch and surveyed the open-air courtyard—the tetherball court, the Craft Shop on the other end, the path to Boat Beach and Swimming Beach. The hundred-year-old pines gave it a closed-in feeling, but that never bothered him. This was the only home he’d ever known, the only home he wanted, and the thought of not having this place, of losing his routine and his room upstairs in the lodge was too much to bear. It was too much to—

No. He was getting worked up when nothing had happened yet. Mr. MacAllister had promised he’d be taken care of and, so far, everything Mr. MacAllister had told him had come true. He needed to be patient. Lord knows he knew how to do that.

He lifted his arm and took hold of the frayed bell rope. Even though there was no one left to wake, he jerked it anyway, sounding out the start of the day. He rang it eight times, once for each of them and one last time for her. The bong wormed into his head; the hearing in his right ear was diminished from having performed this task thousands of times.

But enough of this. He had work to do.

The Mackerels were coming.

I’ll Never Tell Chapter 2 YOU CAN’T GO HOME AGAIN
Margaux

When Margaux MacAllister stopped in town at the McDonald’s for a breakfast sandwich she didn’t want and coffee she didn’t need, she knew she was stalling. She could tell herself it was tradition all she wanted to, but something wasn’t a tradition anymore if it had been twenty years since she’d done it, was it?

But her car turned in to the drive-through lane almost automatically, and her stomach rumbled because she’d left the city before she usually woke up, let alone ate, so here she was in the parking lot with the smell of grease clogging the air in her car. As she ate the sandwich, Margaux was hit with what she assumed would be the first swell of déjà vu that would soak the weekend. It was one of the reasons she’d told Mark not to come; she didn’t want to have to translate the past for him or let him see the hold it still had over her. She’d learned long ago that he wasn’t someone who could roll with unfamiliar scenarios. Instead, there was a constant litany of “Who was that again?” and “How come you didn’t introduce me?” The thought of it exhausted her, so when he’d offered to come along, she told him no. He was annoyed, and hadn’t even turned over to say goodbye when she’d gotten up this morning, but she’d deal with that when she got back. She had enough on her plate as it was.

The view from the McDonald’s parking lot was the same as always. The muddy river, the concrete bridge. The strip of tourist shops along Main Street, the greasy spoon, and the laundromat where they’d go on their days off to wash the damp out of their clothes and fill up on french fries and ice cream.

She always thought of the McDonald’s as the gateway to camp because it was where Amanda’s parents would stop to give them their “send-off meal” before dropping them off every summer. From the time she was ten, her parents let her stay with Amanda for a couple of weeks before camp started so she could arrive like the other campers, incognito. They never got to the McDonald’s this early back then, though, so it was burgers and fries they ate, not the Egg McMuffin, hold the egg, she was eating now. And they usually sat at one of the run-down picnic tables on the rough patch of lawn, letting the early summer sun mark their winter skin.

But the view was the same, and the smell was the same, and the way the paper that covered her sandwich crinkled in her hand was so familiar it erased the smattering of red leaves on the maples in front of her, making it wholly a summer view. She could’ve been seventeen again, with everything that meant and everything she’d rather forget.

She finished her sandwich, crumpled up the paper wrapper, and turned her car back on. The radio station that had kept her company from Montreal was a cut-in of static, so she tuned in to the local French FM station—CIMO, it was called—its position on the dial a muscle memory. They were playing Will Smith’s “Gettin’ Jiggy wit It.” My God. How many times had she and Amanda danced that stupid Will Smith dance their last summer together? Too many to count. Amanda was an amazing physical mimic and danced just like him. They’d even sung it that night on their paddle to the Island, their calls of na na na na na na na echoing and repeating off the water.

“Bringing you all the hits,” the announcer said as the song ended. “All the way back from the summer of 1998.”

The tires on Margaux’s car kicked up a cloud of dust as she drove down the long dirt driveway to Camp Macaw. Twenty years had passed, but nothing had changed. She was as stuck in the summer of 1998 as the radio station.

It unfolded like a slide show of her youth. There on the left was the path in the woods, where she and Amanda had shared their first cigarette and then almost got caught by her sister Mary. Mary would’ve told on them, too, which was why you never told her anything.

Now she was driving past the barns where Mary had come diligently every morning at sunup to muck out the stalls and exercise the horses. She spent so much time there that she always smelled faintly like horses. Mary had tried to get Margaux into riding, but Margaux was too afraid. She could fake her way through her lessons so long as they kept to the ground, but when they were about to start jumping, Margaux knew her riding days were over.

Mary had her own stable now, not far from here. She wouldn’t arrive until later, after morning workout, but that was fine. Margaux wasn’t ready for the full earnestness of Mary yet.

She turned in to the parking lot made up of weedy grass and the old rusted-out red truck her parents had abandoned there she couldn’t remember when. She parked next to the truck and pulled out her phone to check her messages. Shit. She should’ve done that back in Magog when she was at the McDonald’s. She had two texts from Mark but no reception. They had never put in that extra cell tower on the neighboring farm, and so she might as well have been in 1998 as far as technology was concerned. Her parents had opposed the tower; they thought it was better for the campers to have a technology-free zone. Margaux agreed with the philosophy but felt antsy anyway. Mark wouldn’t be happy that she was unreachable for forty-eight hours. She’d better remember to call him from the landline before he freaked out and sent the cops in to check on her.

Someone rapped on her windshield. She shrieked and dropped her phone to the floor.

“Sean! Goddammit, you scared the living daylights out of me.”

He cupped his hand around his right ear, then made a motion for her to roll down her window. She pressed the button. Her window descended neatly into its slot.

“Hi, Margaux.”

“You shouldn’t creep up on people like that.”

“No creeping. I walked right through the parking lot. Didn’t you see me?”

“I was checking something on my phone.”

She reached down and picked it up, wiping the muck from the floor off the screen. She needed to get her car cleaned out, as Mark often, and annoyingly, reminded her. But there she was, making him sound as if he were her enemy. She didn’t know why she did that. She loved him.

“Those don’t work up here,” Sean said. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his cargo pants. His hair was still as red as ever, like a ripe orange, though he wore it close-cropped now. When he was younger, it had been long and curly, and the kids called him Clowney when they thought he wasn’t listening.

“I noticed,” Margaux said.

He shrugged but stayed where he was. She felt trapped. She wanted to get out of the car, but she didn’t particularly feel like a long, winding conversation with Sean. There wasn’t any helping it, though; he was as much of a fixture as the clay tennis court. Her parents had relied on him to keep the roofs from leaking and the docks from sinking, and if he gave her the willies sometimes, well, that was probably just her thirteen-year-old self remembering how he used to stare at her when he thought she wasn’t looking.

“I’m opening the door,” she said. He stepped back. She decided to leave her window down to air her car out. The sun was bright but not yet hot. She breathed in the scent of the pines, the dust, the tang of rusted metal. This was what home smelled like.

“Those are some bright shoes,” Sean said.

“What? Oh, these. Yeah, they’re ridiculous.” Her feet were encased in the new running shoes she’d bought the day before. She was in the middle of a marathon training sequence, and she needed to break in these shoes before her race in three weeks. She’d waited too long, and when she finally made it to the store, all they had left in her size was a pair of bright pink shoes with orange accents. “I was hoping they’d get covered in mud so I wouldn’t have to look at the color,” she said.

“Not much mud this summer.”

“I noticed.”

He reached into the back seat and took hold of her overnight bag. It was made of battered leather, something she’d inherited from her maternal grandfather years ago.

“I got that.”

“Nah. You know. Mr. MacAllister would want me to take care of you, like always.”

“You can call him Pete. He told you to enough times.”

“Doesn’t feel right.”

Margaux held her tongue. Sean’s serflike attitude toward her parents was something she’d never understood, but it wasn’t going to change now. She let him carry her bag and lead the way out of the parking lot.

“I’m putting you, Kate, and Liddie in the French Teacher’s Cabin, if that’s all right? Unless you wanted to stay in the house . . .”

“No, that’s fine.”

They walked through a row of tall, fragrant pines to the tennis court. The gray clay was washed out and faded from the lack of rain. Margaux’s slide show started again. Up behind the court was the Staff Cabin, hidden in the woods, where she’d spent too many nights drinking and smoking and talking shit. On its other side lay the Maintenance Cabin, where the teenage boys who worked on the maintenance staff lived, a hotbed of hormones. She’d lost her virginity there to Simon Vauclair the summer she was sixteen. She’d whispered the details to Amanda afterward, breathless and a bit startled by the whole thing. Amanda had nodded knowingly even though Margaux knew for a fact that Amanda was still a virgin because she was saving it for Ryan. Margaux also knew for a fact that saving it for Ryan was a lost cause, because her brother was never going to give Amanda the time of day.

Saving it for Ryan. It sounded like the title of a cheesy B movie. But then, the first movie Margaux had gone to see after everything had happened was Saving Private Ryan, and she’d cried and cried. She couldn’t explain why. Maybe Amanda would’ve understood.

It was too late to ask her now.

“Is that all right?” Sean asked. “The cabin?”

“I said it was fine.”

“Just checking. Chillax.”

“Chillax? Honestly, Sean, are you ever going to grow up?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

They were on the road. Her parents’ house loomed behind her, though she didn’t turn to look at it. It was the last place she’d seen them, before they’d died in the spring.

“It’s just . . . camp,” she said. “Why are you still here?”

“I’m carrying your bag.”

“No, I mean here here. At camp. Living here.”

“This is my home.”

“But it isn’t.”

Sean dropped her bag onto the road, releasing a small cloud of dust. “Why are you being like this? I didn’t do anything to you.”

Margaux knew she was in the wrong, acting like a jerk. Already this day was wearing her down. The house, her parents’ empty house, was tugging at her, reaching out and making her into the person she used to be. Her summer self. That girl wasn’t who she wanted to be anymore, but sometimes you don’t get to choose who you are.

“I’m sorry, Sean. It’s this place.”

“You can’t blame a place for how you behave.”

“Can’t you?”

He rocked back and forth on his heels. A lifetime of summers in the sun made him look every one of his forty-five years.

“Your parents were good to me, you know.”

“I admire them for that.”

“Only for that?”

She finally looked over her shoulder. Their house was a 1950s rancher; it never fit in with the white clapboard lodge and the dark-green cabins that were scattered over the two hundred acres of lakefront property.

“Is that what you want?”

“What?”

“The house? You want to stay here and live in their house?”

“I never—”

The blare of a car stereo being played much more loudly than it needed to be cut off Sean’s words. They exchanged a glance, but they didn’t need to speak to know.

Ryan had arrived.

About The Author

Photograph by Jason Mott (2016)

Catherine McKenzie’s I’ll Never Tell and The Good Liar were national bestsellers. Her previous novels have been translated into multiple languages. A graduate of McGill University, Catherine practices law in Montreal, Quebec, where she was born and raised. Visit her at CatherineMcKenzie.com or follow her on Twitter @CEMcKenzie1 or Instagram @CatherineMcKenzieAuthor.

Product Details

  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster (June 4, 2019)
  • Length: 384 pages
  • ISBN13: 9781501178634

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Raves and Reviews

Praise for I’ll Never Tell

“McKenzie does a brilliant job of gradually reconstructing the last day of Amanda’s life, mapping each sibling’s whereabouts on the campgrounds while also revealing their own potential culpability in the crime.”
Chatelaine

“Should be at the top of your list.”
PopSugar

“A sharp and engrossing novel of suspense . . . the latest title by bestseller McKenzie is sure to delight her fans.”
— 49th Shelf

“If you’re always up for a good murder mystery, reach for I’ll Never Tell.”
Good Housekeeping

“[A] riveting novel of suspense . . . Twists and turns and plenty of red herrings keep the reader guessing. McKenzie once again delivers the thriller goods.”
— Publishers Weekly

 “A deft domestic noir.”
Toronto Star

“Equal parts creepy murder mystery and juicy family drama.”
The Kit

“Takes the nostalgic Canadian experience of summer camp and turns it upside down. . . . explores dangerous family secrets, loyalty, and tragedy.” 
— 29Secrets

“McKenzie weaves a rich tapestry of flawed, untrustworthy characters, challenging the reader to solve the crime . . . a not-so-easy, but spell-binding task.”
— ROBERT DUGONI, New York Times bestselling author of the Tracy Crosswhite series

“Secrets are the coin of suspense and Catherine McKenzie spends them better than anyone. I’ll Never Tell builds incredible tension in a braid of a family's past with its present, and what five siblings, set against each other by their father’s last will and testament, will do to secure their future. Twisty and brilliant!”
— JAMIE MASON, author of Three Graves Full and Monday's Lie

“A cleverly crafted, heart-wrenching tale of obsession, regret and the devastating effects of keeping secrets for far too long.” 
A. J. BANNER, #1 USA Today bestselling author of The Good Neighbor and The Twilight Wife

"When it comes to psychological thrillers, lies and dark family secrets are the very best kind, and Catherine McKenzie handles them both with skill in I’ll Never Tell, a riveting story of siblings linked by long-ago tragedy. Suspicions swirl, and the truth is revealed in steady, page-turning increments that culminate in a whopper of an ending."
KIMBERLY BELLE, bestselling author of Three Days Missing and The Marriage Lie

“You can never go wrong with a Catherine McKenzie novel. Consistently superb suspense that doesn’t disappoint.” 
— J. T. ELLISON, New York Times bestselling author of Tear Me Apart and Lie to Me

“An atmospheric thriller that takes the reader on a harrowing journey through one family’s quest for the truth no matter the cost. McKenzie’s characters leap from the page in this compulsive, riveting tale filled with twisty family secrets, suspect loyalties and deadly encounters. . . . Will keep you guessing until the very end.” 
— HEATHER GUDENKAUFNew York Times bestselling author of The Weight of Silence and Not A Sound

“With its blend of can’t-put-it-down suspense and sharp psychological insight, I’ll Never Tell compels as both whodunit and family drama. As much as I wanted to solve the mystery at the heart of the book, I was sorry to reach the end and say goodbye to the characters—a fascinating, complicated family whose heartbreak, regret, and love leap off the page. This might be my favorite of Catherine McKenzie’s books yet.”
— LEAH STEWART, author of The New Neighbor and What You Don't Know About Charlie Outlaw

Praise for The Good Liar

“A riveting thriller.”
— Entertainment Weekly

“The questions raised . . . accumulate with every plot twist. . . . McKenzie has effected something of a Trojan Horse: The Good Liar is a novel of ideas in the convincing guise of a page-turner.”
Montreal Gazette

“[A] complex, thought-provoking psychological thriller. . . . Who the good liar may be, and what that phrase might actually mean, are questions that will resonate long after the book is finished.”
— Publishers Weekly, starred review

“Give this to fans of seemingly benign characters with dark inner lives like those in Liane Moriarty’s Big Little Lies.” 
Booklist

“[McKenzie] builds suspense in steady, page-turning steps all while drawing the reader into the lives of her characters. Recommended.”
— Library Journal

“One of the Best Books of April [2018].”
Goodreads 

“Secrets and lies swirl on these pages, intermingling with guilt and doubt. For readers who love experiencing one event from multiple perspectives, this is a gripping novel. . . . A Spring 2018 Must Read Book.”
Bookish

“One of the Best Thrillers of Spring 2018.”
Bookbub

“With twists and turns, the lives of three women intersect in the most unexpected ways during the aftermath of a tragedy. Thought-provoking, suspenseful, and mysterious, The Good Liar is a true page-turner that explores the ways stories are connected and created, and what can be hidden underneath. This is a book you won’t be able to put down!”
MEGAN MIRANDA, New York Times bestselling author of All the Missing Girls and The Perfect Stranger

"How does tragedy shape our lives? Catherine McKenzie tackles this question—with no shortage of twists and turns—through the perspectives of three captivating women in The Good Liar. This is THE thriller of 2018.” 
— CHRISTINA BAKER KLINE, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Orphan Train

“[McKenzie] specializes in mining people’s inner darkness, particularly the inner darkness of women living superficially happy lives. . . . [her] books coolly imagine what it’s like to doubt your own memories, to be written off as dead, or to watch your own neglected child become a monster.”
— The Globe and Mail

“A riveting story. . . . The twists are shocking, the characters are well-drawn but unpredictable, and the conclusion is as poignant as it is surprising. The Good Liar is thrilling, captivating, and not to be missed!” 
KATE MORETTI, New York Times bestselling author of The Vanishing Year and The Blackbird Season

“Catherine McKenzie has done it again. . . . In yet another page-turner, three women, linked by trauma, transform from images seen through the camera’s lens into human and relatable characters as their layered lives come into focus. As you settle in for this tense and compelling ride, you’ll start to question who 'the good liar' really is—Cecily, Kate, witnesses, the media, friends, family or maybe even Catherine McKenzie herself.”
EMILY BLEEKER, bestselling author of Wreckage and When I'm Gone

"Lines will be crossed and secrets revealed when tragedy intersects three women in The Good Liar, a guilty pleasure you won't be able to put down until the very last page. A Must Read!"
— LIZ FENTON AND LISA STEINKE, authors of The Good Widow

“For many years, Catherine McKenzie has been writing some of the best thrillers around. She’s outdone herself with The Good Liar, the powerful and heartbreaking story of the painful aftermath of a national tragedy. It’s sharply written with engaging characters and twists and surprises up until the very last page. A smart, fast-paced, and riveting thriller!”
— DAVID BELL, author of Bring Her Home

“In her latest, Catherine McKenzie continues to prove she’s a master at crafting psychological thrillers. . . . The story is layered with superb twists and expert pacing, deftly building in suspense until its stunner of an ending. A compulsive read that kept me guessing!”
— KERRY LONSDALE, Wall Street Journal bestselling author of Everything We Left Behind and Everything We Keep

“Catherine McKenzie isn’t just a talented storyteller; she has a knack for asking the questions every woman secretly asks, and answering with a story that expresses our collective dreams and fears. . . . Far more than a first-rate page turner; it’s an exploration of the cost of keeping secrets, how the bonds between women both chafe and comfort, and how in the midst of the terror and beauty that is life, we find grace.”
— ALLISON LEOTTA, author of The Last Good Girl

“The lives of three women become entangled in a single tragedy. With her compelling characters, whip-smart dialogue and edge-of-your-seat pacing, McKenzie asks how well we know those around us—even the people we love the most.”
— PAULA TREICK DEBOARD, author of Here We Lie and The Drowning Girls

Praise for Smoke

“A fiery, suspenseful story. . . . McKenzie’s fifth novel assesses the flame resistance of bonds shared by family, friends, and community. Pages keep on turning, questions keep on burning, as Smoke wafts up from between the covers to consume readers.”
— BOOKLIST

“McKenzie nimbly delivers believably flawed characters, a plot layered with broken trust, suspense, secrets, and spot-on pacing. Smoke beautifully meshes mystery, complex relationships and a love story that will keep readers turning pages and generate thought-provoking book club discussions.”
— NEW YORK JOURNAL OF BOOKS

“A deftly crafted novel that is a thoroughly absorbing read from beginning to end, Smoke showcases author Catherine McKenzie's truly impressive storytelling talents. An exceptional entertainment from first page to last, Smoke is very highly recommended for community library General Fiction collections.”
— MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW

Smoke has everything Catherine McKenzie's fans will want from her new novel—beautiful pacing, a thick plot, suspense, characters you'll love, and intricate relationships. In other words, everything that'll keep you turning pages. Set in the Rocky Mountains, where a forest fire threatens to swallow a small town whole, Smoke will feel particularly relevant when you think back to the headlines about the wildfires that burned all summer long.”
— BUSTLE.COM

Smoke is an engaging and readable novel for those who enjoy suspenseful women’s fiction.”
AUTHORLINK

“A raging fire in a small town in the northern Rockies deeply affects the lives of two old friends who are no longer speaking: Elizabeth, an arson investigator, and Mindy, whose son is suspected of setting the fire. With a deft, sure hand, Catherine McKenzie explores the complicated and sometimes conflicting ties of friendship and family. Immensely readable and emotionally resonant.”
— CHRISTINA BAKER KLINE, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Orphan Train

“Coupled with strained relationships and family dynamics, Catherine McKenzie captivates the reader with her fluent writing, which is vivid and evocative, yet effortless to read. Smoke will have readers turning the pages with haste, consumed with burning questions as to how this page-turner ends.”
— MARY KUBICA, bestselling author of The Good Girl and Pretty Baby

“A marvel, a mystery that portrays relationships with subtlety, small town life with precision, and reveals the world of the fire obsessed—for evil and for good. Smoke smolders with tension, sizzles with intelligence, and you won't put it down until the air has been cleared and the last page turned.”
— ROBIN BLACK, author of Life Drawing

“An exquisitely composed portrait of people in an extreme situation, navigating the metaphorical fires they’ve created and a literal one they need to contain. I fell in love with these shades-of-gray characters and their authentically portrayed need for change and relief. Commercial fiction at its finest.”
— THERESE WALSH, author of The Last Will of Moira Leahy and The Moon Sisters

Smoke is as hot as the wildfire that serves as the novel’s backdrop. As one couple tries to sort through their issues, temperatures rise until the air is clouded with mistrust, and blame runs amok through an entire community, leaving her characters no choice but to fight for what—and whom—they love. This is domestic drama at its best!”
— KATHRYN CRAFT, author of The Art of Falling and The Far End of Happy

Smoke is a sizzling page-turner with wonderfully flawed and human characters and a riveting plot portraying both the terror and attraction of playing with fire. So engrossing and real it will leave the reader smelling smoke on their clothes, this is Catherine McKenzie’s best book yet.”
KATHLEEN MCCLEARY, author of Leaving Haven

“McKenzie’s mesmerizing page-turner about a raging forest fire that may—or may not—conceal a crime will keep you up way past bedtime. Part mystery, part roller-coaster read about secrets and trust, and the complexities of marriage and friendship, Smoke is guaranteed to stimulate lively book club discussion.”
 BARBARA CLAYPOLE WHITE, award-winning author of The In-Between Hour and The Perfect Son

Praise for Hidden

“[A] delicate, honest exploration of secrets, family, and the varied meanings of true love.”
— BOOKLIST

“By giving the perspective, in alternating chapters, of each of the three main characters . . . this novel builds suspense as the reader wonders what really happened. Verdict: McKenzie’s fourth novel is sure to please her many fans and appeal to readers who enjoy women’s fiction with an element of suspense.”
LIBRARY JOURNAL

“[With] a good pace, simple plotting and likable characters . . . Hidden is going to be, like Spin, Forgotten, and Arranged before it, an international bestseller.” 
MONTREAL GAZETTE

“McKenzie has written a compulsively readable novel about grief and infidelity with great insight and great heart. A truly engaging read.”
— HEIDI DURROW, author of the New York Times bestseller The Girl Who Fell From the Sky

“Catherine McKenzie’s latest book may be her finest. Hidden explores the intersecting lives of a man, his wife, and a woman who may or may not be his mistress. Imaginatively constructed, filled with nail-biting tension and gracefully written, Hidden is a winner.”
— SARAH PEKKANEN, bestselling author of These Girls and Skipping a Beat

“What I love about this deft, intimate novel is that here are no angels or demons here, just adults—husbands, wives, mothers, fathers—leading complex, messy, very human lives. They all struggle to weigh desire against obligation, what they want against what is right. I found myself in the impossible, wonderful position of rooting for all of them—and of missing them when the book was over.”
— MARISA DE LOS SANTOS, bestselling author of Belong to Me and Love Walked In

“Using distinct narrative voices, Catherine McKenzie has crafted a compelling novel that kept me turning pages at a breakneck speed. Heartbreakingly honest and real, Hidden is a wonderfully relatable tale.”
— TRACEY GARVIS GRAVES, New York Times bestselling author of On the Island

“Gripping, smart, beautifully written, Catherine McKenzie’s books are always a must read. Hidden should be at the top of your list.”
— ALLIE LARKIN, bestselling author of Stay and Why Can't I Be You

“McKenzie breaks your heart in this story of two grief-stricken women mourning the same man. Hidden’s complex grace and page-turning sympathy left me satisfied through every the last page.”
— RANDY SUSAN MEYERS, bestselling author of The Murderer's Daughters and The Comfort of Lies

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