Crooked Lane was the first publisher who ever believed in my crappy little space fillers enough to send me actual physical reader copies. I tend to hoard these until both the mood and season strikes me. Guess what? It’s finally the right time of year. No One Can Know is what I like to call a “palate cleanser.” A step above a cozy mystery due to the fact that the MC has a job that actually puts her in the middle of the action surrounding the whodunit rather than being some sort of nosey baker/librarian/antique store owner/etc.
The story here is about a pregnant car crash victim who winds up in nurse Frankie Stapleton’s ER at Stillwater General soon after a man who claimed to have hit a deer. The mother dies immediately, the man bolts from the hospital and the questions start flowing.
This was the perfect chilly Saturday afternoon read. I curled up on the oversize comfy chair, got out the blanket, drank coffee until my kidneys told me clear water is an option occasionally too and read this in a couple of hours. Obviously books like these aren’t meant to change your life, but I find them to be a great in-between sort of go-to when I’m not sure what I’m in the mood for next.
Copy provided by Crooked Lane in exchange for my honest review.