The Confession by Jessie Burton
That Saturday – an early winter’s afternoon on Hampstead Heath – Elise had actually been waiting for someone else.

The Rúin by Dervla McTiernan
Cormac leaned forward to peer through the windscreen, then nearly cracked his head on the steering wheel as the car bounced through another pothole. Shite.

Lanny by Max Porter
Dead Papa Toothwort wakes from his standing nap an acre wide and scrapes off dream dregs of bitumen glistening thick with liquid gobs of litter.

The Scholar by Dervla McTiernan.
Carline was eating watermelon and pancakes in Laila Barrett’s kitchen when she heard about her father’s death.