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Take It To The Grave Bundle 1: Take It to the Grave parts 1-3
Zoe Carter
Take It to the Grave Bundle 1 containing Parts 1-3Part 1Sarah Taylor-Cox has the perfect life, a gorgeous husband, a picture-perfect house in the Hamptons and a beautiful baby, Elliot.There's just one chink in Sarah's carefully constructed calm demeanour—her sister, Maisey, will be coming.Then, Sarah's difficult relationship with Maisey is pushed to the back of her mind when she receives a note, one which makes her whole body shake with dread: I know your secret. I'm going to tell.Part 2The moment Sarah Taylor-Cox receives the note, she knows the picture-perfect life she's created for herself could come crashing down around her. She's worked so hard to erase the horrors of her past—why is it only now starting to catch up with her?When Sarah's sister Maisey arrives on the doorstep of her glamorous Hamptons home, Sarah's anxiety grows ever higher. For Maisey seems determined to bring up memories which would be better left alone…Part 3Sarah Taylor-Cox has received two threatening notes—notes which threaten to destroy everything she holds dear. Just getting through the days is a struggle—the cracks in her marriage are becoming ever more visible, her protectiveness of her baby is becoming overbearing…and the arrival of her sister, Maisey, along with her estranged mother and stepbrother, is certainly not helping matters!For Maisey, watching the sister she's always looked up to struggling to stay sane is heart-breaking. She's determined to help, but being around family is unearthing long-buried memories, memories which Maisey hasn't let herself think about in years. And one particular echo from the past won't stop reverberating in her head…the cry of a frightened child.
The first 3 parts of this gripping psychological thriller available in this box set!
“I know your secret. I’m going to tell.”
As Sarah Taylor-Cox stares at the anonymous letter she’s just received, her body starts to shake with dread. She has everything to lose—a gorgeous husband, a beautiful new baby, and a picture-perfect house in the Hamptons. With family descending for her son’s christening, she must maintain her customary poise. But as the notes continue to arrive, the lies Sarah has built her life on are starting to crumble, one by deadly one…
This bundle comprises:
Take It to the Grave (Part 1 of 6)Take It to the Grave (Part 2 of 6)Take It to the Grave (Part 3 of 6)
by Zoe Carter
Take It to the Grave
Bundle 1
Zoe Carter
Table of Contents
Cover (#ue3859926-ce27-526c-9b48-7da9a6525c44)
Back Cover Text (#ud389670b-c382-52f4-acd8-06f3415d60f4)
Title Page (#u796a82d9-ab72-5bea-8af4-922081867e3a)
Take It to the Grave (Part 1 of 6) (#uf2428d63-fb65-59d5-a80c-5955223fb590)
Introduction (#u31626ba7-6ee2-54d1-a060-c4754b1975e8)
Dedication (#u89926004-67a7-5e8c-8e12-5776e75eade1)
Prologue (#u98f178ff-9d3f-58dc-8c10-96fdb900dccb)
Chapter One: Sarah (#u82096574-0b2f-510c-a658-de68e88b490d)
Chapter Two: Maisey (#u7f408047-3df7-5a18-982c-4eed7afc5306)
Chapter Three: Sarah (#ua6910ec4-d9aa-5dfe-9735-aba34af59702)
Chapter Four: Maisey (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five: Sarah (#litres_trial_promo)
Take It to the Grave (Part 2 of 6) (#litres_trial_promo)
Introduction (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One: Sarah (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Two: Maisey (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three: Sarah (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four: Maisey (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five: Sarah (#litres_trial_promo)
Take It to the Grave (Part 3 of 6) (#litres_trial_promo)
Introduction (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One: Maisey (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Two: Sarah (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three: Maisey (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four: Sarah (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five: Maisey (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Take It to the Grave (Part 1 of 6) (#u2701e1e4-d9ca-5569-9b22-3ba5db198b6e)
Zoe Carter
It started with an anonymous note…
Sarah Taylor-Cox has the perfect life—a gorgeous husband, a picture-perfect house in the Hamptons and a beautiful baby, Elliot. Now the invites are being sent out for Elliot’s christening, and the Taylor-Coxes are determined the party will be the event of the year.
There’s just one chink in Sarah’s carefully constructed calm demeanor—her sister, Maisey, will be coming. The sisters used to be close, but now their lives couldn’t be more different. Surely, though, they will slip back into their old ways, and the party will go off without a hitch…
Then Sarah’s difficult relationship with Maisey is pushed to the back of her mind when she receives a note, one which makes her whole body shake with dread: I know your secret. I’m going to tell.
Part 1 of 6: A gripping new installment in this darkly compelling psychological thriller
Dedication (#u2701e1e4-d9ca-5569-9b22-3ba5db198b6e)
To Elle Rush, who made it happen.
Prologue (#u2701e1e4-d9ca-5569-9b22-3ba5db198b6e)
The clouds gather thick and furious, shutting out the sun.
The smell of ozone is intense, warning me more effectively than the grumbling thunder. A storm is coming—a big one, perhaps the worst we’ve had in years.
The thought of Elliot gets me moving.
Elliot, with his soft skin and plump cheeks, the darling dimples at his elbows. Just four months old.
An image of another baby, another time, creeps into my mind, but I push it away, stumbling on the damp sand. The nightgown my husband is enamored with twists and turns in the growing wind, tangling between my thighs. I long to tear off the slick fabric, but I don’t dare take the time. I have to find my child.
“Elliot!” I scream his name even though he is too young to answer.
The thunder makes a mockery of my cries, stealing my breath before I can try again.
It’s no use, anyway.
The beach is empty.
Waves throw themselves at the shore again and again, churning themselves into foam.
The ocean fizzes around my ankles and I climb farther up the shore to keep from getting dragged into the angry water. My foot comes down on a broken shell, but I ignore the pain as it cuts through the skin. The agony that swells in my chest at the thought of losing my son is far worse than the throb of my wounded heel.
I can’t lose him—he’s everything.
Please don’t hurt him. Not Elliot. He’s so innocent...
But all babies are innocent, aren’t they?
The rain, when it comes, is as enraged as the ocean, and I’m soaked through in an instant. I can’t bear the thought of my sweet little boy in this downpour. He doesn’t have his jacket. The image of Elliot, shivering and turning blue in his little sleeper, drives me forward. My eyes strain to see in the dim light, every breath I take ending in a cry for my missing child.
I can’t leave him out here; I can’t.
Then I realize the beach isn’t empty.
There is someone standing by the rocks, watching me.
Waiting for me...
“Elliot!”
My scream travels farther this time, echoing through the storm. Strength I didn’t know I had floods my legs, and I run faster.
As I picture my missing son and how wonderful it will feel to wrap my arms around him again, I give no thought to my own safety.
I run toward the dark figure on the beach.
Sarah (#u2701e1e4-d9ca-5569-9b22-3ba5db198b6e)
I tilt my head and let the sun caress my face, resisting the urge to close my eyes. Elliot burbles on my chest, and I stroke the soft blond down on his head.
“Lucky baby,” I whisper. “Look what a handsome man your father is.”
Sometimes it’s difficult to believe how lucky we both are. Warwick is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen—it’s still hard to believe he’s my husband. He grins at me now, flashing the kind of teeth most people will never achieve without hours in a dentist’s chair. His father catches Warwick smiling at me and gives him a friendly nudge.
“Pay attention, son. We don’t want to burn the steaks.” My husband returns his attention to the grill. It’s a gorgeous day, perfect for relaxing on the veranda of our East Hamptons home.
Edward Taylor-Cox winks at me and the good-natured jostling between father and son continues. Though Edward’s hair is silver and the skin around his eyes crinkles when he smiles, he is still movie-star handsome. Warwick is destined to age well. I am a lucky woman indeed.
Lucky, lucky, lucky...
One of our maids breaks my reverie. “More iced tea, miss?”
I hadn’t noticed my glass was empty. This is the first truly nice weather we’ve had in weeks. Too bad House Beautiful couldn’t have come today, instead of last Thursday when it was raining. “Yes, please.” I hand Emily my sweating glass.
“She’ll have plain water,” Warwick’s mother says with a frown. “Too much caffeine is bad for the baby.”
“But I’m not—”
I was about to admit I’m not nursing, but close my mouth with a snap, nearly biting my tongue. Eleanor would remind me that breastfeeding is the best gift I could give my child, and while that may be true, she isn’t the one who has to fight with Elliot. I’m still trying, but if he prefers a bottle, what’s the harm?
Emily hesitates, holding my glass steady on her tray, as her eyes flick from Eleanor’s to mine. Feeling sorry for her, I decide to end the impasse. “Water would be lovely. Thank you.”
“And not too much ice, either. Cold water is bad for the system,” my mother-in-law adds, tucking her pristine platinum bob behind an ear.
Emily nods, anxious to leave the patio. “Yes, ma’am.” She performs an awkward little bow-curtsy combo before scurrying away, something she only does in deference to my mother-in-law.
The annoyance must have shown on my face, for Eleanor widens her eyes, the picture of innocence. “What? I’m only trying to help. You have to take care of yourself, Sarah. You’re a mother now.” She touches my baby’s head. “What a darling boy. He’s beginning to resemble Warwick more every day, don’t you think?”
“Yes, he is.” Privately, I think Elliot resembles me, especially around the lips and eyes. His coloring could have come from either of us. I’m blonde, as well, though my hair is a shade darker than my husband’s. Only time will tell whom Elliot takes after.
Be nice. She’s trying, and she’s been good to you—and your son.
“So we’ve agreed. Elliot’s christening party will be included as part of our summer gathering this year.” Eleanor plucks invisible lint from her white linen suit. She’s the only person I know who wears a suit in this heat, but I’ve never seen her perspire. My son has more visible pores than she does. “The guest lists should be compatible, so I don’t foresee any difficulties.”
The Taylor-Coxes are American royalty. Their East Hamptons home is even more luxurious than ours, and it’s close enough that it will be easy to shuttle Elliot back and forth during the party. Eleanor’s offer is meant to be generous, and certainly our friends will be impressed.
“If you’re sure...it’s a lot of trouble for you.” I hope my tone conveys the proper gratitude.
It could have been left at that. We could have enjoyed the gorgeous day, eating the glorious food Edward and Warwick grilled for us, and then stretched out for a nice long nap.
But of course Eleanor has to go too far.
“Your family must attend this time, Sarah—I insist.” Her lips purse into a moue of displeasure. Seeing her expression, Emily hurriedly hands me a glass of tepid water before vanishing into the house again. “It’s getting ridiculous. Why do they have such an aversion to us? People will talk.”
I shoot a pleading look at Warwick and his father, but they’re studiously ignoring us, piling steaming steaks on a platter. Once again, I’m left to fight my own battle.
“It’s not that. They’d love to meet you.” Taking a deep breath, I remind myself to be patient. It’s not Eleanor’s fault—my family situation must seem strange to outsiders. “They’re just very busy. I don’t even know where my sister is half the time. She’s always out of the country.”
“It’s not right we haven’t gotten a chance to meet them,” Eleanor says, her brow furrowing with a disapproving expression I am all too familiar with. “They weren’t even at the wedding, for God’s sake. What kind of people miss their own daughter’s wedding? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were hiding something.”
I choke on a mouthful of water, soaking the collar of my sundress and narrowly missing my son, who gurgles in his sleep. “Hiding something? What on earth would I be hiding?”
