Welcome to another Bookish Friday, in which I  share excerpts from books…and connect with other bloggers, who do the same.

Let’s begin the celebration by sharing Book Beginnings, hosted by Rose City Reader; and let’s showcase The Friday 56 with Freda’s Voice.

To join in, just grab a book and share the opening lines…along with any thoughts you wish to give us; then turn to page 56 and excerpt anything on the page.

Then give us the title of the book, so others can add it to their lists!

What a great way to spend a Friday!

Today’s feature is a book I downloaded several months ago…and decided it needed attention.  Just Between Us, by Rebecca Drake,  is a thrilling glimpse into the underbelly of suburbia, where not all neighbors can be trusted, and even the closest friends keep dangerous secrets. You never really know what goes on in another person’s mind, or in their marriage.



Beginning:  (Prologue)

Funerals for murder victims are distinguished from other services by the curiosity seekers.  Those who come even though they have no real relationship with the victim, but have been fooled by the publicity surrounding the death into thinking that they had a personal connection.

Chapter One: (Alison)

Sometimes I play the what-if game and wonder, what if we hadn’t moved to Sewickley when I got pregnant, and what if I hadn’t gone into labor in early August, and what if Lucy hadn’t slipped, wet and wailing, into this world a full three weeks early?  If my oldest child had been born on her due date or after, then she wouldn’t have been eligible for school a full year earlier than expected, and I wouldn’t have met the women who became my closest friends, and what happened to us might never have happened at all.

(Thoughts:  I love playing “what-if” games, but they seldom bring any kind of relief!).


Friday 56:  (p. 57 – there is no p. 56)

(Alison) The shock of finding out that Daniel was not Heather’s birth child was as great, in many ways, as seeing that vast and lovely kitchen covered in broken glass.  Sarah swung the car off the side of the road, screeching to a halt along the berm, before reaching for my phone to confirm for herself.


Synopsis:  Alison, Julie, Sarah, Heather. Four friends living the suburban ideal. Their jobs are steady, their kids are healthy. They’re as beautiful as their houses. But each of them has a dirty little secret, and hidden behind the veneer of their perfect lives is a crime and a mystery that will consume them all.

Everything starts to unravel when Alison spots a nasty bruise on Heather’s wrist. She shares her suspicions with Julie and Sarah, compelling all three to investigate what looks like an increasingly violent marriage. As mysterious injuries and erratic behavior mount, Heather can no longer deny the abuse, but she refuses to leave her husband. Desperate to save her, Alison and the others dread the phone call telling them that she’s been killed. But when that call finally comes, it’s not Heather who’s dead. In a moment they’ll come to regret, the women must decide what lengths they’ll go to in order to help a friend.


This book has been a neglected one, since I purchased it in January.  As I re-read the blurb and the excerpts, I had to chide myself at how long I’ve waited.  What do you think?  Do the snippets grab you?



    1. Oh, yes, I find myself traveling the “what if” train occasionally, and the train is a long and convoluted one. Like what if I hadn’t gone to that party on June 9, 1970…then I wouldn’t have met HIM, and I wouldn’t have taken that job, and we wouldn’t have ended up in the hot Central Valley. LOL. My whole life would have taken a different turn!

      Thanks for visiting, Anne, and enjoy your reading.


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