Welcome to Connelly Court. A secluded, old money neighborhood, harboring a web of desires and deceit behind pristine facades and manicured lawns, where the lives of a group of neighbors, bound by their shared secrets and unconventional lifestyle, are about to unravel.

Michael and Amelia Ross move into their dream home, and get drawn into the seductive allure. But their house once belonged to a family whose lives were seemingly ruined by their participation, which leads Amelia to question everything about her new-found friends. Suspicions run rampant as the close-knit group turns on each other. Lies, betrayals, and hidden agendas are revealed, ripping apart the fabric that once bound the group together.

“Cul-de-Sac” is a dark tale of marriage, friendship, desire, and betrayal, where nothing is as it seems, and the truth may be more shocking than anyone could have imagined. Discover the twisted secrets of Connelly Court in this chilling domestic suspense novel that will leave you questioning just how well you truly know—or should know—your neighbors.

Excerpt

“Are you serious?” Melissa put the final touches on her makeup. It was Labor Day, but real estate recognized very few holidays, and she’d spent too many weeks out of pocket already. There was work to be done. Money to be made. “Hello? Emily? You there?”

“Yes, sorry. I had to…”

But Melissa didn’t hear her. Not really. Most times, she was barely aware of Emily Arya. Emily was that kind of a female—the easily ignored kind. She was a good teacher. Melissa was sure enough of that to have ensured that Danny was in her class this fall. And Melissa admired anyone who actually enjoyed being around little kids all day.

But Emily had said something fairly shocking, so Melissa blinked fast to dry her mascara then picked up the phone and took it back into the bedroom with her so she could find the shoes she wanted for today. Pressing the Bluetooth earpiece farther into her ear canal, she surveyed the footwear options on the long shelf in the walk-in closet Ryan had designed for her. Once she located the wedge sandals with open toes she’d been thinking about, she slipped her feet into them and sat a moment on the leather chair near the bedroom window. “Well? Are you? Serious?”

“As a heart attack. And I’d know.”

Melissa chuckled. Emily could be funny, in her wry, quiet way. “Well, I have to say, I’m surprised. I mean, we all know that Allen isn’t keen on it. He’s obviously intimidated by Michael.”

“Or he’s a racist.”

“Of course he’s a racist. Shit, Ryan’s a racist mick if ever there was one. But he’s pretty keen to have little miss pretty buns in on the fun. You know?”

The was a beat of silence on the other end of the line. Melissa only noticed it when it stretched into a second minute. She was preoccupied, trying to gather all her crap together anyway. She passed by Danny, who was curled up on his usual end of the couch diddling away with his iPad. Of Ryan there was no sign, which irritated her. He knew she had appointments today. He’d said he’d stick around and hang out with Danny.

“Mama, do you have my Lunchables ready for tomorrow?”

Melissa sighed. Danny and his damn Lunchables. But getting mad didn’t help. Besides, in a way, she was pretty damn obsessed with routines herself.

She knew better than to make what was wrong with Danny into something as routine as an exaggeration of her own simple compulsion to have a specific salad with a certain kind of dressing on the side every day at twelve thirty. She’d been warned by enough doctors not to do that. Danny’s issues were deeper, more complex, and required way more patience. It was that, sometimes, her patience was stretched so thin by recalcitrant sellers or buyers with decision-making syndrome she had nothing left.

But there was no excuse to be bitchy this morning. She’d had three weeks of lake vacation, plus a reasonably pleasant return to the cul-de-sac status quo two nights ago.

A smile snuck across her face at the memory. It had been a real free-for-all. Something they’d never actually done in a group, or as a group, or whatever you wanted to call it. She’d enjoyed her time with Allen, as usual, but with the added bonus of Barrett, before she’d turned to find Sai watching from across the room. A shiver snuck down her spine.

Damn, but it had been wild.

And now they were going to add this couple, Amelia and Michael Ross? Really? She’d been ready to say no if it came to some kind of a vote. Then again, it wasn’t a democracy. It was the Janice and Allen Show.

“Emily? I’m gonna have to get to…”

“I don’t know if Sai and I…I mean, we…”

“I know, Emily. I feel that way sometimes, too. I mean, especially after this last...um...experience.”

“Right. It was kind of crazy. I don’t know. I mean, all this stuff with Laura. And you didn’t see Tom in that tub. I did. It was horrible.”

“I can only imagine.” Melissa’s pulse was racing. She needed this conversation to end. Now.

“I think that somehow, what we did, I mean, all those times we…”

Melissa rolled her eyes at the sound of Emily’s voice breaking. “I have to get to work, Emily. But to recap: We’re supposed to take Amelia out to lunch and ask her to, ah, join us in the, um, group?”

“That’s what Janice told me over coffee. She asked me to call you. She had to go do her volunteering. I need to get over to my classroom now, so I’m calling you, but I don’t know who’s calling Cassie.”

Melissa winced. Cassie had been as eager as any of them the other night, jumping right into the fray as it were, her baby bump sticking out like some kind of a bad omen. Of course, all she’d wanted was to mess around with Janice. Which suited everyone else, as a bit of a fluffer foreplay.

“So, we’re on a phone tree now?” Melissa was pissed Janice hadn’t told her first. She and Ryan had formed the original foursome after all. But Janice had something up her ass lately when it came to Allen and her. She needed to get over it. That didn’t stop the immature thrill of female friendship jealousy hitting her brain, making her skin hot all over.

“I guess,” Emily said. “I don’t know anymore, Melissa. The time we took off, those months, it was kind of normalizing.”

“And boring,” Melissa said, sharply. Too sharply. She was sick of her neighbor’s mealymouthed crap right now. Especially since she’d availed herself of Ryan’s talents the other night. Ryan liked her “softness” as he put it. The way she was so “pliant” and “sweet.”

Stop it, Melissa. You’re being childish.

“So, about this lunch…”

“Right. I’m going to call Amelia later today and invite her this coming Sunday to the country club for brunch. Just us girls, you know. Plenty of mimosas, gin and tonics, whatever. The guys are gonna take Michael golfing I think.”

Melissa sighed again. She had her purse on her shoulder. Her leather briefcase was at her feet. She needed to get the hell out of here. To work. To put this behind her. She hadn’t realized how much this past year had been spent normalizing things. Letting go of the things they did together with their neighbors. Things that, on the face of it, were so completely sordid she had them neatly compartmentalized, tucked away in the inner recesses of her brain during the days she woke, rose, fed her son and husband, and went to work making money. A lot of money. While Ryan did the same.

On the other hand, they were all consenting adults. They’d made this arrangement over a lovely steak dinner and too many bottles of expensive Cabernet. They’d consummated it that very night. A night that would go down in Melissa’s memory as the most erotic, amazing, eye-opening experience of her life.

The Franks were the first to arrive. She’d met them, gotten a good feeling about them, introduced them to Janice then closed the deal on the house. Ryan’s company had more or less gutted it and put it back together to Laura’s specifications. Tom Franks was an accountant. They’d moved here when he got hired by a large firm in Detroit. But, after three years, he’d gone out on his own, opened an office in a restored building downtown here. And seemed to be doing very well, considering Laura didn’t work.

It had always struck her and Ryan as odd that they had top-of-the-line new Audis every other year. They went on fancy vacations all over the world with their kids. Laura had had plenty of surgical help to keep herself looking fresh, thanks to Allen’s practice. “I mean, seriously, how much can the guy make doing taxes for the yoga studios and restaurants?” Ryan asked her repeatedly, as if she would know.

They’d taken Tom up on his offer to take a look at their situation, which was triple complicated since Ryan had an LLC and she worked on 100 percent commission. Once he’d figured out what a genius Tom was with tax shelters and whatnot, Ryan had stopped complaining about him. And she’d forgotten about it altogether. As long as she didn’t have to write a big-ass check in April to cover her tax bill, she was fine with whatever Tom and Ryan did with the money.

“Sunday brunch with the neighbor ladies, huh?” Melissa picked up her bag and glanced around, trying to figure out where in the hell Ryan was hiding himself. “All right, fine. I’m in.”

“But what are we going to say to her?”

“Not sure. But I am sure we can follow Janice’s lead. She’s the boss lady in all of this after all.”

“Right. Sure. Okay.”

“You don’t sound too convinced.”

“I’m not. I told you already, Sai and I are probably going to, um, stop. You know.”

“Well, it’s a free country.” Melissa would miss Sai. He had an amazing cock, truly. Even Ryan was impressed by it. They always paired off in the same room and had spent several pleasant hours with the Ayras. The one time she let Ryan play outside of her line of sight in the early days after they’d added the Franks into their mix, she’d been so jealous she’d almost given him a concussion later in a knock-down-drag-out fight that had ended with Ryan in the emergency room, telling the doctor that he’d fallen off the ladder at a job site earlier that day and her in hysterical tears at his bedside while they kept him overnight for observation.

“I haven’t made up my mind yet. Not really. I mean, don’t you ever feel, I don’t know, weird about all of this? Isn’t it kind of...sick and wrong?”

“No, I don’t ever think that, Emily,” she lied. “I really have to go to work.”

“Okay. Sorry.”

Melissa felt guilty within a fraction of a second. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to snap or cut you off. I’m kind of busy. But I’m so thrilled Danny’s going to be in your classroom this year. He’s a handful. As you already know.”

“I love Danny. He’s a wonderful boy.” The sincerity in Emily’s voice, which had switched into teacher mode, relieved Melissa. She looked over at her son, his nose so close to the screen it lit his face up with a weird, sickly blue glow. “We’re going to be fine.”

“He has his educational plan already set. And gets therapy twice a week.”

“I know. I’m ready for him. I’m really looking forward to it. You’ll see. He’s going to love school this year.”

“God. I hope so. Listen, I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks.”

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Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville living in South Carolina. She's spent her time as a three-continent expat trailing spouse, mom of three, real estate agent, brewery owner and bar manager, and is currently a digital marketing and fundraising consultant, in addition to being an award-winning author.

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