"I didn’t plan to fall in love with an accused serial killer. Nevertheless, my wrists and ankles are bound to a chair, and I can only blame myself. I strain at the ropes, take a deep breath, and prepare to die."

Hannah Wilson is embarrassingly unlucky in life and love. Her only comfort comes from the true crime forums she trawls, desperate for more news about the case of serial murders she’s obsessed with. After all, she can’t save herself from more disappointment, but maybe she can figure out who the killer is and save another woman from losing her life.

And then handsome lawyer William Thompson is arrested. And Hannah is so full of female rage about everything he’s done and everything she’s going through, that she decides to write him a series of angry letters. She just doesn’t count on him writing back…

Each response from William is more surprising than the last. He listens. He cares. And for the first time, Hannah feels seen.

When a shocking twist gives Hannah the chance to see William, she can’t resist meeting her pen pal to work out his secrets. But what does she really want him to be – innocent victim, or her own personal monster?

Love Letters to a Serial Killer is a surprising, original and deeply entertaining debut. Part thriller, part romance, part satire. Perfect for fans of Yellowface, You and How to Kill Your Family.

When handsome lawyer, William, is arrested for a series of murders, recently ghosted thirty-something Hannah begins writing him letters as an outlet for both her frustration at her failure to launch, and her feminist rage. The exercise empowers her, and even feels healthy at first - until William writes back. Their correspondence tips Hannah's interest in the case from curiosity to obsession, leaving space for nothing else as her life implodes around her. Hannah is the first person William calls upon his release, and they quickly fall into a routine of domestic bliss. Well, as blissful as one can feel while secretly investigating their partner for serial murder...