An exclusive black-tie birthday party. A sprawling mansion with a dark past. A body falling from a cliffside balcony onto the starlit outdoor dance floor. One of the guests is dead, and another is a killer - but who is the hunter and who is the prey? When social status is everything, and there is no price too high for adoration, there is no shortage of suspects: Was it Dani, the tenacious new mother with a history of postpartum psychosis, or Kim, the ex-wife with an alcohol problem? Orlaith, the elderly Irish nanny who talks to spirits? Mikayla, the lonely teenager, or the clique of toxic mean girls who pretend to embrace her? Or was it the pair of psychotherapists who watch and judge them all? And whose body is hurtling towards the sea?

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Kelsey Cox received her MFA in fiction from Purdue University and works from home in the Texas Hill Country. You can often find her writing at Mammen Family Public Library, chasing around her two young daughters, or watching British mysteries with her mom and aunts. On nights when bedtime goes as planned, she enjoys curling up on the sofa, glass of wine in hand, and a book with complicated characters and a killer twist in her lap.

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Everyone's invited. Everyone's a suspect.

An exclusive black-tie birthday party.
A sprawling mansion.
A body falling from a balcony.
One of the guests is dead, and another is a killer - but who is the hunter, and who is the prey?

**As the drinks flow, so do the lies . . . and nobody is safe.

**Was it Dani, the tenacious new mother with a history of postpartum psychosis, or Kim, the ex-wife with an alcohol problem? Orlaith, the elderly Irish nanny who talks to spirits? Mikayla, the lonely teenager, or the clique of toxic mean girls who pretend to embrace her? Or was it the pair of psychotherapists who watch and judge them all?

And whose body is hurtling towards the sea?