It’s been 18 months since my husband was murdered and I’ve decided to finish writing The Flavours of Love, the cookbook he started before he died. Everyone thinks I’m coping so well without him – they have no idea what I’ve been hiding or what I do away from prying eyes. But now that my 14-year-old daughter has confessed something so devastating it could destroy our family all over again, and my husband’s killer has started to write to me claiming to be innocent, I know it’s only a matter of time before the truth about me and what I’ve done is revealed to the world.
My name is Saffron Mackleroy and this is my story.
Thank you to the wonderful publication house Quercus for kindly sending me a Hardback cover of this twisted novel. Psychological thrillers aren’t usually my cup of tea and I requested it, thinking it was a love story which it kind of was, but holy moly! What a novel.
From start to finish, I was hooked. The letters from the husband’s killer were just incredible and they even made me look around at my surroundings, just in case…
The prologue and first chapter were both jam-packed with drama and the big reveal about Saffron’s daughter, Phoebe, was extremely shocking and I absolutely loved reading about how that particular storyline unfolded. It did at times take over the husband’s killer storyline but once the letters began to arrive, the two combined perfectly.
In terms of the killer, very little was revealed and I did have my own ideas right from the beginning yet I was wrong about who the killer was. In my opinion, I think more should have been revealed as I finished the book only knowing two things about the husband’s killer – the gender and why they murdered him.