Rachel Hawkins

The Storm is yet another reminder of why, when I see Rachel Hawkins’ name on a cover, I don’t even hesitate... I pick it up. I love books that transport me: to another time, another place, another emotional weather system. And this one does all of that and more.

This is a slow‑burn mystery that understands the power of atmosphere. Hawkins doesn’t just use nature as a backdrop; she lets it breathe, loom, and press in on the characters. The approaching hurricane becomes both a plot show more device and a living presence, a force that shapes choices, reveals fractures, and stirs up the past. It’s one of the most compelling uses of weather-as-character I’ve read in a while.

The story moves between timelines, anchored by a murder from 1984 that ripples outward in ways no one expects. Hawkins builds tension with a careful hand. This isn't flashy, its not rushed, but it is a steady and tightening force and it reads just like watching storm bands roll in on the horizon. You feel the pressure drop. You feel the unease. You feel the inevitability.

This is the kind of mystery that makes you ask:
What would I do if I were trapped in a storm with the past clawing its way back?
And that’s exactly the kind of question I love a book to leave me with.

Atmospheric, tense, and threaded with Hawkins’ signature knack for secrets and simmering danger, The Storm is a perfect pick for readers who love mysteries shaped by place, weather, and the weight of long‑buried truths. show less

Aaaaammmmmaaazzzing. What a well connived, treacherously twisted, supremely demented multiple mystery. There were so many ways this could have gone and each time I saw a breadcrumb I travelled down that road until it branched, stopped, segued. You always have to be suspicious when you read the words “ I will tell him / her, I will, just not yet.” And there was a whole lot of that going on, like cotton candy being spun and pieces pulled off and tasted and spun some more.

Set in the Blue show more Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, the McTavish family is royalty on a hill and like many Royal families it is comprised of those who take charge, those who throw it away, those who believe they are entitled, philanthropists, dilettantes, some mean, some lost, some who need to be apart from it all. The chapters explore each and the character studies are really easy to admire and dislike in equal measure. The truly outstanding feature is that everyone has a secret or two and it is a chessboard of moves, counter moves trying to figure out who knows what and has the proof to use it. Once again it is about money, gobs and gobs of money and with that comes progeny, inheritance and when the matriarch who controls it all dies, there is a tangled mess that is going to draw the players together one last time. Look out, things are going to get confusing, interesting, convoluted with a few other similar issues.

I am so glad Hawkins gave Ruby a voice and some of the best one liners e.g. “A side note - one rarely finds salvation in Florida.” We get to hear her story from her and it is a heck of a tale. It sets the dynamic for what is to come. Remember, “The truth isn’t some finite thing, it’s what we all choose to believe.”

Loved it all. Thanks to St. Martin’s Press and NetGalley for a copy. show less

The Publisher Says: The bestselling author of The Wife Upstairs returns with a brilliant new gothic suspense set at an Italian villa with a dark history.

As kids, Emily and Chess were inseparable. But by their 30s, their bond has been strained by the demands of their adult lives. So when Chess suggests a girls trip to Italy, Emily jumps at the chance to reconnect with her best friend.

Villa Aestas in Orvieto is a high-end holiday home now, but in 1974, it was known as Villa Rosato, and rented show more for the summer by a notorious rock star, Noel Gordon. In an attempt to reignite his creative spark, Noel invites up-and-coming musician, Pierce Sheldon to join him, as well as Pierce’s girlfriend, Mari, and her stepsister, Lara. But he also sets in motion a chain of events that leads to Mari writing one of the greatest horror novels of all time, Lara composing a platinum album—and ends in Pierce’s brutal murder.

As Emily digs into the villa’s complicated history, she begins to think there might be more to the story of that fateful summer in 1974. That perhaps Pierce’s murder wasn’t just a tale of sex, drugs, and rock & roll gone wrong, but that something more sinister might have occurred—and that there might be clues hidden in the now-iconic works that Mari and Lara left behind.

Yet the closer that Emily gets to the truth, the more tension she feels developing between her and Chess. As secrets from the past come to light, equally dangerous betrayals from the present also emerge—and it begins to look like the villa will claim another victim before the summer ends.

Inspired by Fleetwood Mac, the Manson murders, and the infamous summer Percy and Mary Shelley spent with Lord Byron at a Lake Geneva castle—the birthplace of Frankenstein—The Villa welcomes you into its deadly legacy.

I RECEIVED A DRC FROM THE PUBLISHER VIA NETGALLEY. THANK YOU.

My Review: What fun it is to sit, or lie in bed, with a read leaning/sitting/suspended above you by your boytoy at your preferred angle, and just submerge into a story. It must needs be a hefty stew, a thick and savory amalgam of tastes powerful and subtle, to get through the fog of quotidian tedium we're all settling back into in the wintry northern hemisphere. Remember it for August reading, global southerners!

Rachel Hawkins delivers a big, full bowl of it all. The middle-escent quondam besties who, in the present, are surprising themselves when they decide to spend girl-time together at one of those fabulously gorgeous rentable family seats in gloriously scenic Italy. Each woman, trying to gin up something to fulfill a publishing contract, is finding that she just is not feeling the love for anything she's got at that moment. The mystery writer's cozy series is sour for her now that her soon-to-be-ex husband is suing her for a chunk of her future royalties because she, in a moment of candor, told an interviewer that her series' most beloved character was based on him. The self-help writer's having an existential crisis because she's been fleecing desperate people by ladling out craptastic nostrums knowing full well that a trip to the Hallmark card shop would give them the same level of help and insight into their problems.

Oh dear! Silly me, saying what I really think about things again. Strike that! Of course, she's simply seeking something to afford her fresh insights and, well, what better than a friend in the middle of a rancorous divorce? (I don't in all honesty see how that's better but I'm not here to judge.) (Well, only the story I'm being told, not the realities of publishing.)

Em and Chess, in the present day, are going through the middle-escent crisis of "is this it?" and need to make their eyes see past the same-old same-old surfaces. At their gorgeous holiday Villa Aestas, they learn to listen to themselves more carefully as the delicious herbal remedy of being in Italy brings up things neither was ever planning to work through, or even acknowledge...admit. That stew has tough cuts of meat that just about break your jaw muscles to chew....

Their motivation to do that tough work is the fifty-years-gone history of Villa Aestas. Golden-boy rocker, two teenaged girls in love with his fame and poetry, a Svengali older man...all of twenty-six!...who guides the group into a Byron-and-Shelley creative ferment that he uses to elicit full-body responses to the sexual tensions inevitable in this situation. Tell me how any writer of anything at all could resist poking this spiritual sore tooth! And the existence of a memoir-by-novel about it, telling a story so soppily romantic that you just know a teenager wrote it. Should they, and we, trust the story we're told here, the story in front of us? Emily, she of the murder-mystery instincts, doesn't seem to question Mari's published version of the 1974 events until present-day events make her think carefully for once in a long, foggy, unhappy time.

But writers, you know, writers aren't simple little souls ready to take dictation from their imaginary friends the voices. Writers (of murder mysteries, of books about changing your life) need to be ruthless and "kill their darlings." Success can breed jealousy as always, but so can a lifetime of coming up short when comparing yourself to someone else...and poets (as songwriters insist they are) are doubly susceptible to this. Add in a hefty libido and a sense of entitlement and, well....

What Author Hawkins does is not something unexpected. But what she accomplishes by bringing all the strands...the two parties visiting Villa Aestas and the book that Mari, the central voice in 1974's strands, writes...into one bundle is to scrape away the grease she's been applying to the ropes of the plot so they won't rub too hard together and weaken each other. The bare ropes of the meanings and emotions scrape and snarl and burn each other as they are suddenly and forcefully made to change the story's velocity and angle. No tangles, some fraying...I think Mari's book got just a hair (heh) more time in the spotlight than it merited...but supporting structure of the thriller parts of the story suspend their scenery and allow you to scrape your stew-bowl clean without feeling like you need to rush before it all comes crashing down. I heard some creaking from behind the scenes but, crucially, felt that this was not the ropes complaining as they got overworked in moving the parts. It was a quiet invitation from Author Hawkins to consider the thriller you've seen in its intended configuration and perspective.

And question if, just maybe, there had not been a last-minute change of plans, well laid to achieve one result, to achieve instead another result entirely.

This elevated a solid three-and-a-half stars entertainment to a four-star puzzle (despite some eye-rolling but period-appropriate homophobia). Definitely recommended to thriller fans and to the small corps of remaining lovers still thrilling to the wonderful Cary Grant did-he-or-didn't-he films of the 1940s. show less

Rival witches accidentally share a magic-induced kiss, forcing them to team up against a mysterious new coven threatening their town.
The Kiss Curse is a small-town witchy romcom perfect for fall and Halloween...since it features "enemies to lovers". The town of Graves Glen is small but filled with magic, witches, and warlocks reminiscent of a year-round Halloween-town that's grumpy with sunshine. I enjoyed Wells and Gwyn’s “enemies to lovers” romance. All of the funny moments were show more hilarious, especially Gwyn’s enthusiastic and often mischievous trainees ...or as she called them “Baby Witches”. Gwyn also has an outspoken talking cat. I want one of those:) The story is filled with "witchy puns", and a really funny incidents like the one involving a glittery “love spell” along with sweet and "swoon worthy" moments. When the meaning behind the fondness of Gwyn’s pink hair streak was explained I was thoroughly engaged in this story. I liked that the author didn't give too much away but kept me guessing while smoothly moving the plot on. It didn’t feel like the ending was predictable either. The seasonal vibe of the small-town of Graves Glen was dream - worthy with all the Halloween and fall festivals taking place in the town. In spite of all the things that I really liked, there was a slight downside. The conflict was wrapped up too quickly in the last couple of chapters and I felt like everything wasn’t fully resolved by the end of the book. Perhaps this was done to leave the story open for a possible sequel, maybe for Rhys and Wells’ brother Bowen. Overall... Although I'm not a fan of the "cozy mystery" genera... I think this book was meant just to be a quick lighthearted fun read. show less