'Francesca Reece is a devastatingly compelling new voice in literary fiction' Louise O'Neill _______ Somewhere, in a box in Margot Yates' attic there's a video of Gethin by the lake at Ty Gwydr. He's young - nineteen, maybe twenty. It's late spring and dusk, and a low sun leaks white light into the horizon behind the dark fringe of trees. Olwen is filming. Gethin narrows his eyes at the camera. Her bodiless voice says to him, I love it here. He says, good. This place is ours. When Geth sees the glass house on the lake for the first time, its strange beauty becomes so fully embedded in his imagination, that he finds it difficult to see himself apart from it. With absent owners who leave the house empty, Geth finds that he can sleep there, swim there, spend all of his days there. It is his, or at least, it feels that way to Geth. That is until the owners decide to sell, sending Geth into freefall. And when he discovers that Olwen, his teenage love who left him and their small town in north Wales for a new life in London, has returned with her husband, Geth and Olwen will find themselves pulled back into the past and what could have been - or still could be. But when mysterious messages start arriving at the house, Geth and Olwen must question whether this is the love story they thought it was, or whether there might be something altogether more sinister lurking beneath the surface.

'Addictive' Stylist 'Sultry' Elle 'Shimmers with suspense' Daily Mail 'Sizzling' Esquire Summer in Paris. Leah, bored of tedious dead-end jobs, is intrigued to spot a job advert posted by the famous author Michael Young: 'Writer Seeks Assistant'. After an unconventional interview, Michael invites Leah to spend summer in the south of France with his family. But as she begins her work transcribing his diaries of his debauched youth in 1960s Soho, the lines of past and present, truth and deceit, begin to blur, and Leah has to question what it is that Michael really sees in her. A novel that challenges us to both question what we see, and what others see in us. 'A devastatingly compelling new voice in literary fiction' Louise O'Neill 'Devastatingly witty, compulsively readable . . . like Sally Rooney meeting Martin Amis in Paris' Francine Toon, author of Pine

'Addictive' Stylist 'Sultry' Elle 'Shimmers with suspense' Daily Mail 'Sizzling' Esquire Summer in Paris. Leah, bored of tedious dead-end jobs, is intrigued to spot a job advert posted by the famous author Michael Young: 'Writer Seeks Assistant'. After an unconventional interview, Michael invites Leah to spend summer in the south of France with his family. But as she begins her work transcribing his diaries of his debauched youth in 1960s Soho, the lines of past and present, truth and deceit, begin to blur, and Leah has to question what it is that Michael really sees in her. A novel that challenges us to both question what we see, and what others see in us. 'A devastatingly compelling new voice in literary fiction' Louise O'Neill 'Devastatingly witty, compulsively readable . . . like Sally Rooney meeting Martin Amis in Paris' Francine Toon, author of Pine