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    Exquisite
    Exquisite
    Exquisite
    Audiobook8 hours

    Exquisite

    Written by Sarah Stovell

    Narrated by Katie Scarfe

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    Bo Luxton has it all - a loving family, a beautiful home in the Lake District, and a clutch of bestselling books to her name. Enter Alice Dark, an aspiring writer who is drifting through life, with a series of dead-end jobs and a freeloading boyfriend. When they meet at a writers' retreat, the chemistry is instant, and a sinister relationship develops... Or does it?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherW. F. Howes Ltd
    Release dateJun 15, 2017
    ISBN9781510077010
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    Sarah Stovell

    Sarah Stovell was born in Kent in 1977 and now lives in Northumberland with her partner and two children. She has an MA and a PhD in creative writing and is a lecturer in creative writing at Lincoln University. She is the author of four previous novels, Mothernight, The Night Flower, Exquisite and The Home. Exquisite was chosen by The Times as one of the top 40 crime novels of the past 5 years.

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