I was drawn to this book because I have read books by this author before and enjoyed them. I usually enjoy psychological thrillers with a strong domestic focus, and the burning butterfly is a very enthralling image for the front cover. I knew I had to read it.

Blurb:
I thought I had it all. The perfect job. The perfect house. The perfect family. But everything changed the night my husband disappeared…
I can’t remember what happened that night in the hotel, and now you’re here and I can’t escape.
If I don’t smile, pour your drinks, laugh at your jokes, pretend you’re the only man in our lives, you say you will tell everyone the truth about what happened the night before my husband disappeared; that you will destroy my family.
So I play my part, dance to your tune, bide my time as I quietly put together the pieces of what really happened that night.
Because just when you think you are safe, that you have got everything you ever wanted from me and my precious family, you will finally see.
I am so much more than the perfect wife I seem…
My thoughts:
Jen may be the ‘trapped wife’, but as I devoured this claustrophobic and chilling masterpiece, I definitely felt trapped in the scenes and storylines too. However, that might just be because I was struggling to put it down.
I liked the fact that there are a number of storylines at play, namely three main ones, and that Samantha manages to navigate each of them, maintaining the reader’s interest in all the thrills of each of them, until the pieces of the jigsaw finally fall into place, without it becoming at any point onerous or confusing for the reader.
There are slower elements to the story but I didn’t feel this was a bad thing in this case as I enjoyed building a picture of the characters, especially Jen, Rhonda and Scott, and the setting.
Samantha Hayes throws unexpected twists into the mix to ensure that this perfectly plotted fiction draws to a clever ending. I would definitely recommend this book and author to fans of Ruby Speechley, Shalini Boland and Arianne Richmonde.








