One stifling night in a bar in Soho, Kate meets Richard — powerful, sensual Richard. Going home with him that night is reckless and exhilarating, their connection electric. Now, eighteen months later, Kate is fleeing London for an old coastguard's cottage on the Isle of Wight, determined to forget Richard for ever. In winter, however, the island is locked down, wary of outsiders, and there is little to distract her from her memories. Within days, a local woman, Alice Frewin, goes missing from her boat, and though no body is found there are whispers of suicide. Kate is quickly drawn into Alice's world but all the time Richard — powerful, unstable Richard — looms larger and larger over her own... A tense and atmospheric tale of jealousy, obsession and betrayal, The Bed I Made establishes Lucie Whitehouse as a master of her genre.
