The Missing Women Series · Book 1
The Sister
Under the
Stairs
My twin disappeared
twelve years ago.
Now, a text: I found her.
Please note: this is a revised edition of Lies We Tell Ourselves – the audiobook is still listed under that original title.
“I’m sorry.” Two words, delivered with flowers, every year on the anniversary of the day she vanished. It’s the only clue they’ve ever had.
I blame myself.
I won’t stop looking.
Jess went missing on our way home from school. We were sixteen. Dad’s golden rule was never walk home alone – but I was in a hurry, and she was flirting with boys. She just vanished. No word. No sightings. Nothing. My family was destroyed.
It’s the only clue we’ve ever had as to what happened. Until the day I get a text: I found her. And in my desperation to know the truth, I’m walking into a carefully-laid trap . . .
The truth about what happened to my twin is even worse than I could ever have imagined.
Perfect for fans of Freida McFadden, Daniel Hurst, Lucy Clarke, Lucy Foley, Shari Lapena, T.M. Logan and Clare Mackintosh – a page-turning suspense from the New York Times bestselling author who brought you Finding Emma and The Perfect Secret.
This is Book One in the Missing Women Series – followed by The Girls in the Basement and Nine Missing Girls.
One Series. Four Women Who Wouldn’t Stop Looking.
The Sister Under the Stairs
The Girls in the Basement
Nine Missing Girls
TBD
“Spellbound From the Very First Chapter”
A gripping, suspenseful story, with twists, turns and shocking revelations . . . You won’t be able to put it down.
Karen S.
Wow! I have found a new favorite author. I couldn’t put this book down.
Glenda S.
OMG! This book had me spellbound from the very first, intense, heart-pounding chapter. So intense and scary!
Susan, The Book Bag
A twisty, page-turning, wild ride! Steena Holmes at her best! I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough.
Robin R.
Wow! What a story. This is by far my very favorite Steena Holmes book to date . . . Left me breathless.
Linda
Steena
There’s a particular kind of grief that comes with not knowing — no funeral, no closure, just a question that never stops asking itself. Paige’s story let me sit inside that grief and ask what twelve years of guilt does to someone who refuses to stop looking for the person she loves most.
I hope Jess and Paige’s story keeps you turning pages long after you should have turned off the light.
Happy reading,
— Steena
