Publisher's Synopsis
Stress? With four kids, a talent for burning dinner in under five minutes, and crusted applesauce on the yoga pants that haven't seen the inside of a gym in a decade, I've cornered the market on stress. Sometimes, I find myself fantasizing. Totally benign, stress-relieving fantasies... like running away with the hot pool boy next door or finding out that the child who's annoying me most that day was switched at birth. At least, it was harmless until Jason Collins moved in across the street, and my wild imagination goes feral.
I can't deny Jason's easy on the eyes, but something about him and his family's just not adding up. My kids' safety is my priority, so I spy on the neighbors like it's my job.
And that's when my teenage daughter and I stumble upon the body. The dead body.
Before I know what hit me, I'm thrown together with Jason in the most unpredictable way. Tied to a chair in an abandoned cabin in the woods. And no, despite my fantasies, there's nothing kinky about this... just pure horror that might be the death of me.
