The sunroom at the back of the house is just as I remember. I can't taste homemade lemonade or smell oatmeal cookies without thinking of home, of the beautiful cliffs of Martino Bay, and I feel welcomed. But all thoughts of a happy family reunion are destroyed the moment I see him...
He's as handsome as I remember: broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, hair the colour of burnt toffee.
The man who once meant the world to me. The reason I fled eleven years ago. I've never told anyone the terrible mistake I made that night. The secret we share. I'm still haunted by the crashing waves at the bottom of the cliffs, the blood...
But what is he doing at my sister's house?
And then I see her. My baby sister. She smiles, she tips her hand so I can see the ring. And his arm slides around her waist, pulling her close...
A twisty and emotional domestic thriller for fans of Liane Moriarty, Kerry Fisher and Sally Hepworth from USA Today bestselling author Nicola Marsh. It will keep you turning the pages deep into the night absorbed by every last word.
What readers are saying about My Sister's Husband
'Give me a second to get my breath back because that was a rush ... I could have never expected the final plot twist... Marsh delivers an excellent read that will leave you shaking with adrenaline long after you finish. Believe me.' Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars
'This book left me utterly speechless Wow ... I had a hard time putting it down to get anything done around my house ... The secrets Oh my God the secrets this family kept was crazy ... I loved this book.' Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars
'Had me saying WTH so often and the end blew me away... So well-written, I was hooked from the beginning until the end. I cannot wait for the next book by Nicola Marsh.' Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars
'What an amazing book, reading it I felt I had it all worked out, then a huge plot twist, then another and another Absolutely brilliant ... Family drama, lies, manipulation, this book has it all. Highly recommended.' Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars

The sunroom at the back of the house is just as I remember. I can't taste homemade lemonade or smell oatmeal cookies without thinking of home, of the beautiful cliffs of Martino Bay, and I feel welcomed. But all thoughts of a happy family reunion are destroyed the moment I see him...
He's as handsome as I remember: broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, hair the colour of burnt toffee.
The man who once