Nevaeh

Egan Harmon does not make mistakes. He runs the kind of projects that fall apart without him, and he keeps the rest of his life in the same flawless order - clean apartment, clean record, every detail exactly where it belongs.

Then a text arrives from his brother.

I can't believe you slept with her.

The woman is Jeremy's girlfriend. Egan has never met her. He has never touched her. But Jeremy has the messages to prove it - messages sent from Egan's own phone, in the small hours he is beginning not to remember.

So Egan does what he has always done. He builds a plan: clear his name, win back the one good thing he's found, put the world back into the shape it is supposed to hold. He is calm. He is careful. He is certain. And step by reasonable step - in a voice so controlled you won't notice the moment it stops telling you the truth - he walks toward the cherry trees, and the wedding, and the morning everything he has built finally meets the world it was built for.

NEVAEH is a psychological thriller told from inside a mind coming quietly apart: a narrator who never raises his voice, never believes he is the danger, and is always, gently, lying to you. This novel is for readers who like their dread patient, their twists earned, and their monsters convinced they're the victim.