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FROM THE INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLING AUTHOR
WINNER OF THE CRIMEFEST eDUNNIT AWARD FOR BEST ePUB CRIME NOVEL

‘Lippman is an absolute master of plot and timing, and I would follow her anywhere – even to the prom.’ EMMA STRAUB
‘It’s deranged and dark and surprising at times. A perfect psychological thriller.’ 5* reader review

‘When I was seventeen, I gave birth to a baby in a hotel bathroom while attending the prom.’

Two decades ago, Amber Glass’s life changed forever. No-one had even known she was pregnant – including Joe, her date.

Afterwards, she left town for good – and hasn’t seen Joe since. But she knows he hasn’t left, that he’s working for his father’s real estate company, married to a cosmetic surgeon. Child free.

Now Amber is back, and as the two of them tentatively start to renew their once unlikely relationship, will their secrets and motivations finally destroy everyone around them?

Inspired by a true story, this guessing game of a novel explodes with feeling and menace.

‘I read this acid-dipped beauty in two desperate sittings … it moves so fast and so skillfully, you don’t fully grasp what it’s really saying (about men, women, desire) until its final stunning pages.’ MEGAN ABBOTT
‘She is simply a brilliant novelist.’ GILLIAN FLYNN
‘A very special kind of twisted genius.’ SARAH HILARY
‘One of the best crime novelists writing today.’ PAULA HAWKINS
‘Lippmann is fast creating a new genre-busting category full of remarkable writing and dazzling plot lines.’ Daily Mail
‘Laura Lippman is one of my favourite writers.’ MINDY KALING

What readers are saying:
***** ‘It’s deranged and dark and surprising at times. A perfect psychological thriller.’
***** ‘Prom Mom is a fantastically clever meditation on privilege and power.’
***** ‘Cleverly plotted with brilliantly plausible characters and a fantastic twist you will not see coming.’
***** ‘What a fantastic read! So many layers and twists, in fact, the ending twist blew me away.’
***** ‘A pitch perfect, ice cold thriller, Prom Mom is utterly devoid of cliche.’