T.R. SLOANE

Crash of Lies

Some secrets don't stay buried.

For three years, Claire Montgomery has lived in a prison of guilt. The world believes her husband's death was a tragic suicide, but Claire knows the truth: her cruel final words drove him to the edge. Her penance is silence, solitude, and the heavy weight of the past.

Until the morning the boot appears.

It sits center-stage on her porch. Muddy. Worn. Identical to the one David was wearing the night he died. The same boot Claire buried in a sealed bin three years ago.

Suddenly, her quiet mourning is shattered. Someone has been inside her home. A cold new neighbor is watching her house with military precision. Cryptic objects from her family's past begin to surface, destroying her grip on reality. And worst of all, her teenage daughter — the one person Claire swore to protect — is looking at her with a pity that feels increasingly rehearsed.

As Claire frantically hunts for her tormentor, she uncovers a trail of blackmail and deceit that suggests David didn't just die — he was destroyed. But the closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes she isn't hunting a ghost.

She is being hunted by one.

The Lies We Raise

"One of the most unnerving and intelligent psychological thrillers you will read this year. Utterly unputdownable."

A Captivating Lie

"The shattering conclusion to the Lies We Keep trilogy."

Hurricane Secrets

He vanished fifteen years ago. She's about to find out he didn't just disappear — he was erased.

June Sawyer is drowning. In debt, in grief, and in the suffocating Louisiana heat. Her family's historic po'boy shack is on the verge of foreclosure, her mother is critically ill, and a monster hurricane named Eliza is poised to let the Gulf reclaim what little she has left.

Her only hope lies in a desperate search for anything of value her father left behind. But when a cryptic key unearths a truth far more dangerous than she could imagine, she learns her father wasn't just a simple fisherman — he was entangled with a ruthless cartel and the corrupt federal agents who enabled them.

Now, his secrets are her secrets. The people who silenced him are hunting her.

Trapped between the storm of the century and a conspiracy that will do anything to stay buried, June must use every lesson her father taught her about the treacherous Gulf waters to uncover a secret that will either be her salvation… or her tombstone.

For fans of James Lee Burke, Lisa Gardner, and David Baldacci.

The Ancestor's Cipher

She survived the hurricane. She rebuilt her home. But some storms never pass.

June Sawyer is a survivor. After a devastating storm, she used her father's mysterious inheritance to build a beacon of hope for her Louisiana community. But when a shadowy global entity lays claim to her family's land, June is dragged into a two-hundred-year-old war.

Her only weapon is a cryptic cipher left by a disgraced ancestor — a puzzle of hidden maps, astronomical artifacts, and a secret so explosive, people have been killing to protect it for generations.

Hunted by a brilliant and ruthless operative, June must rely on a wounded federal agent and a handful of bayou locals to race through the atmospheric heart of Louisiana. But the man hunting her is just a pawn. The true enemy is an ancient conspiracy that doesn't just report history — they write it.

They are the secret cartographers of the world, and they've just marked the Sawyer family for erasure.

Perfect for fans of Dan Brown, James Rollins, and Steve Berry.

The Cartographer's Compass

The most dangerous lie is the one everyone else believes.

Six months after toppling a criminal empire, June Sawyer believes the war is over. But peace is a fleeting tide.

Enter Dr. Julian Bellamy. The charismatic benefactor brings resources, solutions, and miracles to the coast. He saves dying children and funds impossible dreams, quickly earning the adoration of everyone June holds dear. But where others see a savior, June smells the acetone beneath the wax seal — a chemical flaw in his perfection that no one else can perceive.

As Bellamy's grip tightens, June's warnings are dismissed as paranoia. Her greatest gift — the ability to read the landscape of a lie — is weaponized against her. In a brutal campaign of psychological warfare, she is systematically isolated, her own mother and allies turned against her through acts of manipulated love.

Stripped of everything she built, June is left with nothing but a message from a ghost in the system. To fight an enemy who turns community into a cage, she must become something else entirely: a hunter.

The Frozen Wife

She didn't steal the identity to get rich.
She stole it to get warm.

Chicago. Polar vortex. The kind of cold that doesn't arrive like weather — it arrives like a verdict. Scout has been running her body on emergency reserves for three days. She knows, the way she knows a lot of things without knowing how she knows them, that she has perhaps seventy-two hours before it stops being a choice.

When a woman in a white coat walks out of a ninety-second-floor penthouse into the dark and doesn't look back — leaving her keys, her coat, her life — Scout puts the coat on. The warmth hits her before she's finished making the decision.

She should have left before she found what was in the bedroom.

Now there are people moving through the city looking for her. Matte-black vehicles with the lights off. They don't involve police. They want something Scout didn't realize she was carrying — something worth more than the forty million dollars the dead man was sitting on. Something that lives only in her head.

The Frozen Wife moves from the frozen streets of Chicago to the white rooms of Oakhaven Psychiatric Facility — where the lights have no source, the days have no edges, and the doctor who runs your sessions knows more about who you are than you do.

For readers who finished The Silent Patient and sat very still.

The Wife in the Walls

I wasn't hired for my resume. I was hired for my skeleton.

My name is Arden. I'm sleeping in the backseat of a Civic, washing up in gas station sinks, and drowning in debt. When Vaughn Mercer — a tech billionaire with a plummeting stock price and a missing wife — makes me an offer, I don't ask questions.

Sign the contract. Be the grieving wife for six months. Walk away with debt forgiveness, $200,000, and a new life.

The interview wasn't a conversation; it was a physical. He measured the circumference of my wrists. He calipered the geometry of my clavicle. He timed the rare congenital arrhythmia in my heart.

Now I am a prisoner in his penthouse — a smart home fortress of white marble, acoustic panels, and biometric locks. I wear Daphne's clothes. I mimic her gait. But there is a rhythmic scratching in the air ducts at 3:00 AM. A dragging noise above the ceiling tiles. And deep inside the walls, a starving woman is watching me steal her life.

And she wants it back.

Perfect for fans of The Housemaid and Verity.

Gossip, Gumbo & a Gun

Some secrets are best served cold. Tinny Rawls prefers hers with a side of hot gumbo.

Fifty-nine-year-old Tinny Rawls is the heart and soul of Magnolia Cove, Louisiana. From behind the counter of The Gumbo Pot, she serves up the best food and the most reliable gossip in three parishes.

But when the town's most respected craftsman is found dead in his workshop, the official story doesn't sit right. The sheriff — a man Tinny has known her entire life — swiftly rules it a tragic accident. Tinny knows the truth smells as off as burnt filé powder.

Armed with her discerning ginger cat Roux, a pot of gumbo hot enough to make a sinner confess, and a lifetime of listening to secrets whispered over coffee, Tinny starts stirring up trouble. Her investigation leads from the town's icy matriarch with a century-old grudge to a reclusive artist hiding deep in the bayou.

Perfect for fans of Richard Osman's The Thursday Murder Club and Ellery Adams.

The No-Faced Boy

Every morning, Eliza wakes up to two things: a screaming ring in her ears, and the small boy waiting in the hallway.

He wears her son Caleb's favorite pajamas. He speaks with Caleb's voice. But where Caleb's face should be, there is only a smooth, blank void.

To her husband Mark, there is nothing wrong. He sees their beloved son recovering from a car accident. He begs Eliza to trust him — and the doctors who say these visions are just hallucinations of a grief-stricken mind.

But the thing in the hallway is getting the details wrong. It hates the food Caleb loved. It flinches at things Caleb enjoyed. As Eliza peels back the layers of her own fractured memory, she is forced to confront a terrifying possibility: Mark might be lying, and the monster standing in her kitchen might be the only truth she has left.