A twisting, unpredictable new novel of suspense by #1 New York Times bestselling author Lisa Jackson, perfect for fans of the page-turning novels of Harlan Coben, Melinda Leigh, and Gregg Olsen.
“The constant twists will keep the readers hooked. This is a nonstop thrill ride.” —Publishers Weekly
The Cahills of San Francisco are famous for two things: their vast wealth, and the scandals that surround them. Murder, greed, deadly ambition . . . some people will do anything to get, and keep, the Cahills’ kind of money. Not that James Cahill wants any of it. He’s tried to make his own way, less interested in a future inheritance than in his construction company—and in enjoying the many women taken in by the easy charms of a handsome, soon-to-be-rich bad boy.
“Jackson juices things up with plenty of sexy suspense and a generous amount of high-octane thrills.” —Booklist
Perhaps there’ve been too many women. Waking up in a small hospital in Washington State, bandaged and bruised, James barely recognizes the gorgeous blonde who comes to visit. Through the haze of pain and medication, he recalls that she is Sophia, the woman he’s been cheating with. Gradually memories return—his girlfriend, Megan, had found out about Sophia. Now Megan is missing, her sister is hounding him—and police and reporters are asking questions. James insists he has no idea what happened. Yet he can’t escape a feeling of dread . . .
“A good mystery that keeps readers guessing until the very end.” —The Parkersburg News & Sentinel
Meanwhile, in a locked room, a woman waits, trapped, petrified, desperate. She thought she knew who to trust. But the betrayal you can’t imagine—or can’t remember—may be the most terrifying weapon of all . . .
In an atmospheric, chilling novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Lisa Jackson, a string of murders points to a terrifying secret within a wealthy San Francisco family…
Shock and grief play tricks on the mind. Cissy Cahill has been telling herself that a lot lately. Even if Cissy wasn’t particularly close to her grandmother, Eugenia Cahill’s sudden death was bound to take a toll. That would explain the footsteps Cissy hears when there’s no one around, the scent of another woman’s perfume, the unnerving shadows outside her son’s bedroom window. She doesn’t want to panic—or give her estranged husband, Jack, more reason to try and move back in. After all, why would anyone choose to target her?
For generations, the Cahills have been one of San Francisco’s most affluent families, with a splendid manor perched high above the Bay. Money like theirs offers not just privilege, but protection. Yet something has changed. One by one, Cahills are dying in brutal ways. Uncertain who to trust, Cissy is desperate to keep her young son safe. And the only way is to delve into her family’s past and uncover the twisted truth…before a killer finds them.
From New York Times Bestselling author and Queen of Suspense, Lisa Jackson, comes If Only She Knew, a novel that will having you holding your breath as you turn each page. Perfect for readers of The Silent Patient and Then She was Gone!
If She Only Knew, introduces the Cahills, a wealthy San Francisco family—rich in money, twisted secrets, and hidden agendas. Now at the center of their tangled world is Marla Cahill—a woman with no memory of who she is, what she’s done, or why she could be the next to die . . .
It begins on a dark stretch of highway in northern California. Caught in a blinding glare of headlights, two vehicles swerve and crash—leaving one woman dead, and another in a coma. When the surviving woman awakens, her memory is gone and her face has been reconstructed. Her family tells her that her name is Marla Cahill—but they’re all strangers to her.
Recuperating in her isolated San Francisco mansion, Marla waits for something to trigger recognition. Yet the only thing she’s left with is the unshakable feeling that she is not who everyone says she is, and that something is very, very wrong. Marla knows her life isn’t just different—it’s in danger. And as her fear builds, a killer waits for the perfect moment to strike—the moment Marla remembers . . .