Fake Lovers at Greycliff
A Psychological Thriller

About this book:

Two strangers. One isolated cliffside manor. A week of playing lovers for a payout that could save them both—if the house doesn't kill them first.

Clara needs rent money. Luke needs to pay off creditors. When a shadowy agency offers ten thousand pounds each to pose as a devoted couple at Greycliff, a crumbling Gothic estate on Cornwall's rugged coast, the arrangement seems simple: fool the eccentric owner, collect the cash, walk away. But the manor's locked east wing, its suspiciously precise firewood, and the thermal signature bleeding through a cold chimney breast suggest the "property evaluation" is a lie. Their employer knows every detail of their lives. The housekeeper watches them like specimens. And the only rule stricter than "stay in character" is "don't wander the grounds after dark."

As the storm cuts them off from the mainland, Clara's acting instincts and Luke's engineering mind uncover a trap far more elaborate than a real estate scam. Someone staged their meeting. Someone planted the hidden wiring. And the old man in the study isn't the one pulling the strings. In a house built on secrets, the only thing more dangerous than the truth is the person sleeping beside you.