Finding Red
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Isabel had it all-an impressive career, a loving husband, and a life she fought hard to build after years of being the girl no one understood. But after a devastating accident nearly stole everything, she finds herself in the quiet suburbs, healing... and haunted by what's missing.
When a mysterious new neighbor moves in next door she can't help but watch. And he knows it. There's something about him-something that sparks a fire she hasn't felt in far too long. Her husband says she's safe now. That the worst is over.
But Isabel's about to learn: the quietest streets hide the loudest secrets... and some desires are impossible to bury.
Welcome to a world where fantasy feels real-and reality is anything but safe.
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