Girls' Night Out | Liz Fenton & Lisa Steinke

Psychological Suspense | Girls’ Night Out | Liz Fenton & Lisa Steinke

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I’m delighted to be taking part in the tour for Liz Fenton and Lisa Steinke’s latest release, Girls’ Night Out.

I have an intriguing extract to share with you today.  Excited for this one to get to the top of the tbr.  Can’t wait to get started reading!  Enjoy. x

Girls' Night Out | Liz Fenton & Lisa Steinke

Paperback: 336 pages

Publisher: Lake Union Publishing (24 July 2018)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1503902560

ISBN-13: 978-1503902565

From the bestselling authors of The Good Widow comes a chilling novel of psychological suspense that will make you think twice about what your best friend may be hiding…

For estranged friends Ashley, Natalie, and Lauren, it’s time to heal the old wounds between them. Where better to repair those severed ties than on a girls’ getaway to the beautiful paradise of Tulum, Mexico? But even after they’re reunited, no one is being completely honest about the past or the secrets they’re hiding. When Ashley disappears on their girls’ night out, Natalie and Lauren have to try to piece together their hazy memories to figure out what could have happened to her, while also reconciling their feelings of guilt over their last moments together.

Was Ashley with the man she’d met only days before? Did she pack up and leave? Was she kidnapped? Or worse—could Natalie or Lauren have snapped under the weight of her own lies?

As the clock ticks, hour by hour, Natalie and Lauren’s search rushes headlong into growing suspicion and dread. Maybe their secrets run deeper and more dangerous than one of them is willing—or too afraid—to admit.

Girls’ Night Out by Liz Fenton and Lisa Steinke is published in paperback and eBook on 24th July by Lake Union Publishing.

Book extract

Waves lapped against the shore. It sounded as if the sea were breathing. In and out. In and out. Between the whitecaps breaking against the sand, there was a pause, almost as if the ocean were inhaling and preparing to release another breath. In and out. In and out.

Natalie was in a haze, falling somewhere between sleep and semiconsciousness, about to let herself dip back into a deep lull when she felt a breeze tickle her bare arms. Had they left the door to their hotel room ajar last night? She opened her eyes, expecting to see her suitcase parked in the corner, her espadrilles sitting next to the sliding glass door, her purse resting on the ledge behind her. Her passport, extra pesos, and wedding ring locked away in the safe. She’d spy Ashley’s brown curls poking out from beneath the sheets next to her, their clothes and shoes from the night before left in a forgotten pile on the floor.

Squinting, Natalie attempted to adjust to the twilight, the only light coming from the rising sun, still resting on the ocean, about to make its way into the sky.

She shot upright.

She was outside. On the beach. Lying under one of the hotel’s rustic cabanas. She craned her neck—a sharp pain jolting her as she tried to turn it—expecting to see Ashley, or possibly Lauren, next to her, but all the chairs were empty. She swallowed, her throat dry. As she swung her legs over the side of the chaise, her wet dress clung to her. When she pulled at it, sand fell from the hem. She stood slowly as her head spun, noticing her calves were also caked. She paused, took a deep breath, and attempted to get her bearings.

“Ashley? Lauren?” she called, even though she could see the beach was desolate, save for a stray dog running near the surf, his ribs visible through his fur. It felt like a dream.

Was it?

Her stomach fluttered, worry starting to build as she thought of having slept out here, alone, overnight. The things that could have happened to her. Ben would not be happy if he ever found out. After all the lectures he’d given her about Mexico—the things that could happen to women traveling alone—she couldn’t let him know. Taking a quick inventory of her body—running her hands over it—she decided nothing seemed off, other than a throbbing behind her temples that rocketed through her skull every time she moved. Her legs felt heavy as she began to walk the narrow path that led to the hotel, stumbling slightly up the wooden steps, passing the rustic cottages and hoping no one would take notice of her. What would they think? That poor almost-forty-year-old woman who drank like she was half her age, then woke up outside. She shuddered. That wasn’t her. Not by a long shot. She hurried up the stairs toward her room, clinging to the railing, bile swirling in her stomach.

She hoped Ashley would know why she’d slept outside—why she hadn’t made it the three hundred yards to their room. That she’d fill in the gaping hole in her memory.

Intriguing ending to the girls’ night out … I want to know more!


Liz Fenton & Lisa Steinke


Liz Fenton & Lisa SteinkeLiz Fenton and Lisa Steinke have been best friends for over 25 years and survived high school and college together. Liz lives in San Diego, CA with her husband and two children.  Lisa, a former talk show producer, lives in Chicago, IL with her husband, three children and two rescue dogs. They’re huge animal lovers and between them have seven rescue dogs.



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