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My thoughts about Ransom Road by Anya Mora

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The book synopsis for Ransom Road by Anya Mora

My husband was everything I wanted in a partner.
Then his business took off and we had Rosie — the most colic-y baby our pediatrician had ever met.
Shadows from my past crept closer. So I locked us away, safe inside the gates of our island home. Or so I thought.
I knew it was a bad idea to let anyone in, but I needed help. And Nanny Bexley was a dream come true: an excellent resume and tons of energy.
But just one week after she came into our lives, the dream turned into a nightmare. And there was no one I could trust.
If I wanted to see my daughter again, I would need to step outside and find her myself.

Welcome to Liar’s Island… a stand-alone series of interconnected, novella length domestic thrillers set in the picture-perfect community of Liars Island. Here, nothing is quite as it seems.
On this island, families and friendships are more than meets the eye … secrets, deceptions, and jealousies threaten to ruin everything these influential people have built. But it isn’t only the rich that live here … and power comes in all shapes and sizes. Everyone here is a liar … just how far would you go to get what you want?

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Discussing Ransom Road by Anya Mora

Quotes from Ransom Road by Anya Mora

I don’t particularly like this woman, but I do like the idea of her seeing something in me that’s special. That no one else has discovered.

Bexley sings a soft song to my daughter. It’s not intended for me, but somehow it lulls me to sleep.

Money can’t solve every problem — but it can solve a lot of them. And this one, it can be solved with a wire transfer.

My voice is tight, my fingers cold. I run up and down the sidewalk, terror in my heart, my worst nightmare in my mind’s eye.

We all have choices. But I’ve had to live my whole life with theirs.

I push the stroller from the coffee shop, tears running down my cheeks now, and I duck into an alley, alone. This man who kidnapped my daughter knows about my past. Knows me.