The Last Mrs. Parrish

ruffle any feathers.”

That little brat. Even when she wasn’t present, she was messing up Amber’s plans.

When you discover you are married to a sociopath, you have to become resourceful. There’s no point in trying to change him—once the pot is in the kiln, it’s too late

As the saying goes, the days were long but the years were short.

His weapons were kindness, attention, and compassion—and when victory was assured, he discarded them like spent casings, and his true nature emerged.

one with the scowl and critical tone who let me know with just one look that I had done something else to disappoint him

Little things had begun to grate on his nerves, and despite my best efforts to please him, nothing was ever good enough.

There is nothing more enticing to me than being needed.

she made sure that they’d had sex in every room, even both of the girls’ bedrooms. That one had been a challenge, but she wanted her scent everywhere, like an alley cat.

If she had to spend any more time talking to him tonight, she might have to choke him.