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The Secrets of Redemption Complete Paperback Bundle: Bingeworthy

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  2,263+ 5-Star Reviews

Signed Paperback Bundle! Grab the complete Secrets of Redemption series for only $129.99 (normally $152.91) PLUS free shipping PLUS a bonus ebook!

A fresh start. That’s what Becca hoped the move from New York to Redemption, Wisconsin would be for her troubled family. A way to get her crumbling marriage back on track, and to bond with her difficult 16-year-old stepdaughter.

But instead of a new beginning, Becca is thrust into a mysterious past she barely remembers. A past that includes the complications of interacting with her old teenage crush, Daniel, as well as living in her aunt’s old house.

A house with a violent past. A house the locals swear is haunted.

But there’s no such thing as ghosts. Right?

So, could there be something even more sinister out to destroy them?

And can Becca discover the truth before it’s too late?

This Bingeworthy Paperback Bundle Includes These 9 Books:

It Began With a Lie 

This Happened to Jessica

The Evil That Was Done

The Summoning

The Reckoning

The Girl Who Wasn’t There

The Room at the Top of the Stairs

The Search

What Wasn’t Forgotten

The Secret Diary of Helen Blackstone (bonus eBook)

 

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Welcome to Redemption, Wisconsin … Where Nothing is Ever What it Seems

A town full of secrets … with a mysterious and violent past.

The townspeople swear that Redemption decides who stays or who goes. But, of course, that’s nonsense. A town can’t decide that.

Right?

The Secrets of Redemption is a multiple award-winning series that blends mystery, suspense, psychological thriller and romance (with a dash of the supernatural) all into one. They’re clean and twisty and EXTREMELY addictive. Now complete and bingeable!

From USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Michele Pariza Wacek comes a complete 9-book series of gripping romantic thrillers that will keep you up WAY too late as you frantically flip pages racing to the twisted end.

If you love books by Freida McFadden or Kiersten Modglin, these books will be right up your (dark) alley.

“I could not put this book down! It was creepy, but so well written.”
“Wow! I am totally invested in this series. I’m so ready to read the next one and have more of the story unraveled!”
“Loved this book. I fell in love with the characters and can hardly wait to read next book.”
“So many twists and turns it’s like being on a demented roller coaster!”
“If you love mysteries and thrillers, love stories and suspense…this is the series for you. Absolutely love the twists and turns. The unexpected is going to happen when Redemption is involved.”
“I really enjoyed these books. Kept my interest and I cared about the characters.”

Series Information

The series that started it all!

All Becca wanted was a fresh start. She didn’t get it. 

A multiple award-winning psychological suspense series with a touch of romance and supernatural. Highly recommended to read in order, which is:

It Began With a Lie

This Happened to Jessica

The Evil That Was Done

The Summoning

The Reckoning

The Girl Who Wasn’t There

The Room at the Top of the Stairs

The Search

What Wasn’t Forgotten

The Secret Diary of Helen Blackstone (prequel but can be read at any time).

Riverview and Redemption Map

Look Inside

It Began With a Lie

Chapter 1

“You’re right. It’s perfect for us. I’m so glad we’re here,” I said, lying through my carefully pasted-on smile.

I tried to make my voice bright and cheery, but it sounded brittle and forced, even to me. I sucked in my breath and widened my smile, though my teeth were so clenched, my jaw hurt.

Stefan smiled back—actually, his mouth smiled but his dark-brown eyes, framed with those long, thick lashes any woman would envy, looked flat … distracted. He hugged me with one arm. “I told you everything would be okay,” he whispered into my hair. His scent was even more musky than usual, probably from two straight days of driving and lack of shower.

I hugged him back, reminding myself to relax. Yes, everything is going to be okay.Remember, this move represents a fresh start for us—time for us to reconnect and get our marriage back on track. It’s not going to happen overnight.

His iPhone buzzed. He didn’t look at me as he dropped his arm and pulled it out of his pocket, his attention already elsewhere. “Sorry babe, gotta take this.” He turned his back to me as he answered the call, walking away quickly. His dark hair, streaked with silver that added a quiet, distinguished air to his All-American good looks was longer than normal, curling around his collar. He definitely needed a haircut, but of course, we couldn’t afford his normal stylist, and not just anyone was qualified to touch his hair.

I wrapped my arms around myself, goosebumps forming on my skin as a sudden breeze, especially cool for mid-May, brushed past me—the cold all the more shocking in the absence of Stefan’s warm body.

He has to work, I reminded myself.  Remember why we’re here.

I remembered, all right. How could I forget?

I rubbed my hands up and down my arms as I took a deep breath, and finally focused on the house.

It was just as I remembered from my childhood—white with black shutters, outlined by bushy green shrubs, framed by tall, gently-swaying pine trees and the red porch with the swinging chair. It sat all by its lonesome in the middle of a never-developed cul-de-sac, the only “neighbors” being an overgrown forest on one side, and a marshy field on the other.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t exactly the way I remembered it. The bushes actually looked pretty straggly. The lawn was overgrown, full of dandelions going to seed, and the porch could definitely use a new paint job.

I sighed. If the outside looked like this, what on earth waited for me on the inside?

Inside.

I swallowed back the bile that rose in the back of my throat. It slid to my stomach, turning into a cold, slimy lump.

The house of my childhood.

The house of my nightmares.

Oh God, I so didn’t want to be here.

Stefan was still on the phone, facing away from me. I stared longingly at his back. Turn around,I silently begged. Turn around and smile at me. A real smile. Like how you used to before we were married. Tell me it’s going to be okay. You don’t have to leave tonight like you thought. You realize how cruel it would be to leave me alone in this house the first night we’re here, and you don’t want to do that to me. Please, tell me. Or, better yet, tell me we’re packing up and going back to New York. Say this was all a mistake; the firm is doing fine. Or, if you can’t say that, say we’ll figure it out. We’ll make it work. We don’t need to live here after all. Please, Stefan. Please don’t leave me alone here.

He half-turned, caught my eye, and made a gesture that indicated he was going to be awhile.

And I should start unpacking.

I closed my eyes.  Depression settled around me like an old, familiar shawl. I could feel the beginning of a headache stab my temples.

Great. Just what I needed to complete this nightmare—a monster headache.

I turned to the car and saw Chrissy still in the backseat—headset on, bobbing to music only she could hear. Her long, dark hair—so dark it often looked black—spread out like a shiny cloak, the ends on one side dyed an electric blue.

Oh, yeah. That’s right. I wouldn’t be alone in the house after all.

Chrissy closed her eyes and turned her head away from me.

It just kept getting better and better.

I knocked on the window. She ignored me. I knocked again. She continued to ignore me.

For a moment, I imagined yanking the door open, snatching the headset off and telling her to—no, insisting that—she get her butt out of the car and help me unpack. I pictured her dark brown eyes, so much like Stefan’s, widening, her pink lip-glossed mouth forming a perfect O, so shocked that she doesn’t talk back, but instead meekly does what she’s told.

More pain stabbed my temples. I closed my eyes and kept knocking on the window.

It’s not her fault, I told myself for maybe the 200th time. How would you act if you were sixteen years old and your mother abandoned you, dumped you at your father’s, so she’d be free to travel across Europe with her boy toy?

I squelched the little voice that reminded me I wasn’t a whole heck of a lot older than said boy toy, and started pounding on the window. Stefan kept telling me she was warming up to me—I personally hadn’t seen much evidence of that.

Chrissy finally turned her head and looked at me. “What?” she mouthed, disgust radiating off her, her eyes narrowing like an angry cat.

I motioned to the trunk. “I need your help.”

Her lip curled as her head fell back on to the seat. She closed her eyes.

I had just been dismissed.

Great. Just great.

I looked around for Stefan—if he were standing with me, she would be out of the car and helping—a fake, sweet smile on her face, but he had moved to the corner of the street, still on the phone. I popped the trunk and headed over to him. Maybe I could finally get him to see reason—that it really was a dreadful idea to leave the two of us alone in Redemption, Wisconsin, while he commuted back and forth to New York to rescue his failing law firm. “See,” I could say, “She doesn’t listen to me. She doesn’t respect me. She needs her father. I need you, too. She’s going to run wild with you gone and I won’t be able to deal with her.”

Stefan hung up as I approached. “The movers should be here soon. You probably should start unpacking.” Although his tone was mild, I could still hear the underlying faint chords of reproach—what’s going on with you? Why haven’t you started yet? Do I need to do everything around here?

“Yes, I was going to,” I said, hating my defensive tone, but unable to stop it. “But there’s a problem I think you need to deal with.”

His eyes narrowed—clearly, he was losing his patience with me. “What?”

I opened my mouth to tell him about Chrissy, just as her voice floated toward us, “Can I get some help over here?”

I slowly turned around, gritting my teeth, trying not to show it. Chrissy stood by the trunk, arms loaded with boxes, an expectant look on her face. The pain darting through my head intensified.

“Rebecca, are you coming?” Stefan asked as he headed over to his charming daughter, waiting for him with a smug expression on her face, like a cat who ate the canary. I took a deep breath and trudged over, the sick knot in the pit of my stomach growing and tightening.

What on earth was I going to do with her while Stefan was gone?

Chrissy threw me a triumphant smile as she followed her father to the house. I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at her, as I heaved a couple of boxes out of the trunk.

Really, all the crap with Chrissy was the least of my worries. It was more of a distraction, than anything.

The real problem was the house.

The house.

Oh God.

I turned to stare at it. It didn’t look menacing or evil. It looked like a normal, everyday house.

Well, a normal, everyday house with peeling paint, a broken gutter and a few missing roof shingles.

Great. That probably meant we needed a new roof. New roofs were expensive. People who had to rescue failing law firms tended to not have money for things like new roofs.Even new roofs for houses that were going to be fixed up and eventually sold, ideally for a big, fat profit.

Would there be any good news today?

Again, I realized I was distracting myself. New roofs and paint jobs—those were trivial.

The real problem was inside the house.

Where all my nightmares took place.

Where my breakdown happened.

Where I almost died.

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