The Other Woman

The Other Woman

by Sandie Jones

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THE REESE WITHERSPOON X HELLO SUNSHINE BOOK CLUB PICK AND NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

"One of the most twisted and entertaining plots."—Reese Witherspoon

"Whiplash-inducing."—New York Times Book Review

"Such fun you'll cheer [Emily's] chutzpah."—PEOPLE

"This thriller will hit close to home."—Refinery29

The most twisty, addictive and gripping debut thriller you'll read this year.

HE LOVES YOU: Adam adores Emily. Emily thinks Adam’s perfect, the man she thought she’d never meet.

BUT SHE LOVES YOU NOT: Lurking in the shadows is a rival, a woman who shares a deep bond with the man she loves.

AND SHE'LL STOP AT NOTHING: Emily chose Adam, but she didn’t choose his mother Pammie. There’s nothing a mother wouldn’t do for her son, and now Emily is about to find out just how far Pammie will go to get what she wants: Emily gone forever.

The Other Woman will have you questioning her on every page, in Sandie Jones' chilling psychological suspense about a man, his new girlfriend, and the mother who will not let him go.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780594808329
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 08/21/2018
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 17,336
Product dimensions: 6.40(w) x 9.60(h) x 1.40(d)

About the Author

SANDIE JONES has worked as a freelance journalist for over twenty years, and has written for publications including the Sunday Times, Woman’s Weekly and the Daily Mail. She lives in London with her husband and three children. The Other Woman is her debut novel.

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CHAPTER 1

There weren't many things that I didn't like about Adam when I first saw him across the crowded bar at the Grosvenor Hotel in London, aside from his lack of empathy. I'd just come out of an incredibly dull "Future of Recruitment" conference and needed a drink far more than he or the barman realized.

I'd been standing at the bar for what felt like an eternity, theatrically waving a battered ten-pound note in the air, when, just along from me, a dark-haired man muscled his way to the front, holding a credit card. "Yep. Over here, mate," he said in a booming voice.

"Er, excuse me," I said, a little louder than I intended. "I think you'll find I was here first."

He shrugged and smiled. "Sorry, but I've been waiting ages."

I stood and watched openmouthed as he and the barman shared a knowing tip of the head, and without him even saying a word, a bottle of Peroni was put in front of him.

Unbelievable, I mouthed, as he looked over at me. He smiled that smile again, and turned to the throng of men beside him to take their orders.

"You've got to be kidding me," I groaned, before letting my head drop into my arms while I waited. I was sure that it would be an inordinate amount of time until my turn.

"What can I get you?" asked the man behind the bar. "The guy over there reckons you're a rosé kind of girl, but I'm going to bet you're after a gin and tonic."

I smiled despite myself. "As much as I'd like to prove him wrong, I'm afraid to say a glass of rosé would be perfect, please."

I went to hand him the tenner as he placed the glass in front of me, but he shook his head. "No need," he said. "Please accept it with the compliments of the gentleman who jumped the queue."

I didn't know who I loved more: the bartender who, in my opinion, ought to be elevated to chief sommelier, or the really rather nice fellow smiling down the bar at me. Oh, the power of a chilled pink blush.

My face flushed the same color, as I held the glass up to him and headed over to where my seminar colleagues were gathered in a corner, each nursing their own alcoholic preference. We'd been strangers up until seven hours ago, so it seemed that the general consensus was to get your own drink and not worry about everybody else.

Mr. Peroni obviously doesn't have the same arrangement with his own acquaintances, I thought, smiling to myself as I looked up and saw that he had continued to order his round.

I took a sip of wine and could hear my taste buds thanking me as the cold liquid teased them before hitting the back of my throat. What is it with that first taste that can never be replicated? I sometimes find myself postponing that initial swig for fear of losing that sensation.

I'm making myself sound like a raging alcoholic, but I only ever drink on weekends, and on mind-numbingly tedious Wednesdays after being holed up with two hundred HR personnel for the day. We'd been helpfully informed during a lecture entitled "Nobody Likes Us. We Don't Care" that a recent survey had revealed that recruitment consultants were fast becoming the most disliked professionals, second only to real estate agents. I wish I could defy the haters and prove that we weren't all morally lacking, unethical deal makers. But as I looked around at the brash, loud, would-be City boys with their slicked-back hair and insincere expressions, I had to hold my hands up in defeat.

Despite having introduced myself in the "forum" earlier in the day, I felt I had to do it again as I approached the baying mob.

"Hi, I'm Emily," I said awkwardly to the guy in the outermost circle. He wasn't someone I was particularly interested in talking to, but talk I had to, if I wanted to finish my glass of wine without looking like a complete Norman nomates. "I'm a consultant at Faulkner's," I went on.

I offered my hand and he took it, shaking it brusquely in a slightly territorial fashion. This is my manor and you're on my turf, was the message he conveyed, even though we'd spent the entire day learning how to do the exact opposite.

"Be open. Be approachable," Speaker No. 2 had stated earlier. "Employers and employees want to deal with a friendly face. They need to feel that they can trust you. That you are working for them, not the other way around. Deal with your clients on their terms, not on yours, even if it does put a dent in your pride. So, read each situation individually and react accordingly."

I'd always prided myself on doing exactly that, hence why I'd been the top consultant at Faulkner's seven months in a row. In person, I was the antithesis of what people expected since I was honest, considerate, and blasé about target-chasing. As long as I had enough to pay my rent, eat, and heat, I was happy. On paper, however, I was smashing it. Clients were requesting to deal exclusively with me, and I'd secured more new business than anyone else across the five-office network. Commissions were flooding in. Perhaps I should have been the one standing on that podium, telling them how it's done.

The man, from an obscure agency in Leigh-onSea, made a half-hearted attempt at pulling me into the throng. No one introduced themselves, preferring instead to eye me up and down as if seeing a woman for the first time. One of them even shook his head from side to side and let out a slow whistle. I looked at him with disdain, before realizing it was Ivor, the bald, overweight director of a one-office concern in Balham, whom I'd had the misfortune of partnering with in the role-play exercise just before lunch. His breath had smelled of last night's curry, which I'd imagined he'd scoffed impatiently from a silver-foil container on his lap.

"Sell me this pen," he'd barked, during our how-to-sell-snow-to-an-Eskimo task. A cloud of stale turmeric permeated the air, and I wrinkled my nose in distaste. I'd taken a very normal-looking Bic Biro from him and had begun to relay its redeeming qualities: the superior plastic case, the smooth nib, the flow of the ink. I'd wondered, not for the first time, what the point was in all this. My boss, Nathan, insisted that these conferences were good for us: that they kept us on our toes.

If he was hoping that I'd be motivated and captivated by new and exciting ways to do business, he'd booked the wrong day. And I'd certainly been paired with the wrong man.

I'd continued to enthuse about the pen's attributes, but as I'd looked up, Ivor's eyes hadn't even been attempting to look at the tool in my hand, preferring instead to fixate on the hint of cleavage beyond.

"Ahem," I'd coughed, in an attempt to bring his attention back to the task at hand, but he'd merely smiled, as if relishing in his own fantasy. I'd instinctively pulled my blouse together, regretting the decision to wear anything other than a polo neck.

His beady little eyes were still on me now. "It's Emma, isn't it?" he said, stepping forward. I looked down at the name badge secured to my left bosom, just to check for myself.

"Em-i-ly," I said, as if speaking to a toddler. "It's Em-i-ly."

"Emma, Emily, it's all the same."

"It's not really, no."

"We were paired up this morning," he said proudly to the other men in the group. "We had a good time, didn't we, Em?"

I'm sure I felt my skin crawl.

"It's Em-i-ly, not Em," I said, exasperated. "And I didn't think we worked particularly well together at all."

"Oh, come on," he said, looking around, his face betraying the confidence in his voice. "We were a good team. You must have felt it." I stared emptily back at him. There were no words of recourse, and even if there were I wouldn't have wasted my breath. I shook my head as the rest of the group looked awkwardly to the floor. No doubt as soon as I turned on my heels they'd be patting him on the back for a job well done.

I took myself and my half-drunk wine to the space at the end of the crowded bar. I'd only been there two minutes before I realized that the reason no one else was standing there was because, every few seconds, I was getting hit in the back by a bony elbow or shouldered out of the way by the waitstaff, as they busily collected drinks and returned glasses. "This is our area," barked a young girl, her face all pinched and pointed. "Keep it clear."

"Please," I said under my breath, but she was far too important to stand still long enough to hear it. Still, I edged up a little to remove myself from "her area" and rummaged around in my bag for my phone. I only had three more sips, or one big gulp, of wine left. Four minutes max and I'd be on my way.

I surreptitiously ran through my emails, in the hope that (a) I wouldn't be bothered by anybody and (b) it'd look like I was waiting for someone. I wondered what we'd done before mobiles and their far-reaching information trails. Would I be standing here perusing the Financial Times or, better yet, feel inclined to strike up a conversation with someone who might prove to be interesting? Either way, I'd most definitely be better informed as a result, so why, then, did I log on to Twitter to see what Kim Kardashian was up to?

I groaned inwardly as I heard someone shout, "Emily, fancy another drink?" Really? Did he not get the hint? I looked over at Ivor, but he was engrossed in conversation. I had a furtive glance around, embarrassed to know that the person who had said it would be watching my confusion. My eyes fleetingly settled on Mr. Peroni, who was grinning broadly, revealing straight white teeth. I smiled to myself as I remembered Mum's erstwhile advice. "It's all in the teeth, Emily," she'd said after she met my last boyfriend, Tom. "You can always trust a man with nice teeth." Yeah — and look how that turned out.

I put more importance on whether someone's smile reaches their eyes, and this guy's, I noticed, definitely did. I mentally undressed him, without even realizing I was doing it, and registered that his dark suit, white shirt, and slightly loosened tie were hanging from a well-built body. I imagined his wide shoulders sitting above a strong back that descended into a narrower waist. Triangular-shaped. Or maybe not. It's difficult to tell what a suit is disguising; it could be hiding a multitude of sins. But I hoped I was right.

Heat rose up my neck as he stared intently at me, his hand pushing his hair to one side. I offered a watery smile, before turning my head a full 360 degrees, looking for the voice.

"Is that a yes or no?" it said again, a little closer now. Mr. Peroni had maneuvered himself so that he was now my next-door neighbor but one. What an odd expression that is, I thought, oblivious to the fact that he was now standing right beside me. Can you also have a next-door neighbor but two, and three? I wondered.

"How many have you had?" He laughed as I continued to look at him blankly, though not without acknowledging that he was taller when he was close up.

"I'm sorry, I thought I heard someone call my name," I replied.

"I'm Adam," he offered.

"Oh. Emily," I said, thrusting out my hand, which had instantly become clammy. "I'm Emily."

"I know, it's written in rather large letters across your chest."

I looked down and felt myself flush. "Aha, so much for playing hard to get, eh?"

He tilted his head to one side, a naughty twinkle in his eye. "Who said we were playing?"

I had no idea whether we were or weren't. Flirting had never been my strong suit. I wouldn't know where to start, so if it was a game he was after, he was playing on his own.

"So, what's the deal with the name badge?" Mr. Peroni, aka Adam, asked, as coquettishly as a man can.

"I'm a member of an elite conference," I said, far more boldly than I felt.

"Is that so?" He smiled.

I nodded. "I'll have you know I'm the cream of the crop in my industry. One of the highe-stranking performers in the field."

"Wow." He smirked. "So, you're part of the Toilet Roll Sellers seminar? I saw the board for it when I walked in."

I suppressed a smile. "Actually, it's a secret meeting of MI5 agents," I whispered, looking around conspiratorially.

"And that's why they wrote your name all over your chest, is it? To make sure nobody finds out who you are."

I tried to keep a straight face, but the corners of my mouth were curling upward. "This is my undercover name," I said, tapping the cheap plastic. "My conference pseudonym."

"I see, Agent Emily," he said, rolling up his sleeve and talking into his watch. "So, is the gentleman at three o'clock also an agent?" He waited for me to catch up, but I didn't even know which way to look. I was twisting myself in every direction, haplessly trying to find three o'clock on my internal compass. He laughed as he caught hold of my shoulders and turned me to face Ivor, who was gesticulating wildly to a male colleague, while looking longingly at a female dressed in tight leather trousers behind him. She was happily unaware that his eyes were drinking her in. I shuddered involuntarily.

"Negative," I replied, one hand to my ear. "He is neither an agent nor a gentleman."

Adam laughed, as I warmed to the theme. "Can we class him as the enemy?"

"Affirmative. Take him down if you wish."

He squinted, in an effort to read the perpetrator's name badge. "Ivor?" he questioned.

I nodded.

"Ivor Biggun?" He looked at me, waiting for a reaction. It took me a while, a long while, in fact, to get it, but until I did, he just stood there, staring at me.

CHAPTER 2

I wasn't looking for a boyfriend. I hadn't even known I'd wanted one until Adam showed up. Pippa, my flatmate, and I were blissfully content going to work, coming home, having our tea on trays, then gorging ourselves on chocolate while watching back-to-back episodes of Prison Break. It was heaven on earth for those few short hours, but the next morning I'd get on the scales and damn my nine pounds of winter weight gain. It was the same every year — and not helped by the fact that I never went to the gym that I paid seventy-two pounds a month for. I could no longer fit into the size-twelve jeans I'd worn the year before, but instead of buying myself a size fourteen, I'd scoured the shops to find a more generous size-twelve pair that I could pour myself into. I'd spent the entire summer "in denial," and was still kidding myself that the promised Indian summer would be sure to see my motivation return.

I would go out every once in a while, particularly around payday, but nights out weren't what they used to be. Maybe it was because I was getting older, or everyone else was getting younger, but I saw little benefit in standing in a crowded pub and having to elbow my way to the bar every time I wanted a drink. Pippa'd dragged me kicking and screaming to a few gigs, though not, unfortunately, at the O2 Arena. She favored underground caverns, where bands, most of whom she seemed to have slept with, thrashed about the stage and encouraged their audience to do the same. I was the one standing alone at the back, with hidden earphones blasting out Musical Theater's Greatest Hits.

Thank God for Seb, my best friend and a male version of me. I'd have married him years ago if I thought there was a single hair on his body that I could have turned straight, but, alas, I had to make do with evenings locked in a soundproof karaoke booth, each of us competing for the best lines in Les Misérables. We met during what he referred to as my "hairdressing period." Discontented with secretarial work, I'd booked myself on a night course for hair and beauty. Obviously, I had visions of becoming a female Vidal Sassoon, with a trendy salon in the middle of Mayfair and celebrity clients having to book months in advance. Instead, I spent three months sweeping up other people's hair and developing eczema on my hands from the caustic shampoo. I used to have these half-baked ideas and rush off to start making them happen, but I was forever deluded by grandeur. Like the time I enrolled on a homemaking course at my local college. It was never my intention to learn how to make a pretty cushion or spend hours rubbing five layers of eggshell off an old chest of drawers. No, I was going to bypass all the graft and groundwork that learning a new skill entailed. I was heading straight for New York, where I would be immediately commissioned to design a vast loft space for Chandler from Friends. Needless to say, the cushion never got finished and all the wallpaper samples and fabric swatches I'd acquired never saw the light of day again.

(Continues…)


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Other Woman by Sandie Jones is completely unbelievable. It is a psychological thriller. These characters that you will love to hate. Itvis fast paced and twisty turny. Emily believes she has found the perfect man in Adam. Pammie is his mother. They are so close that it is creepy. She is down right devious and manipulative. Pammie will stop at nothing to end Adam and Emily's relationship. And Adam is blinded by the love he has for his mother. This is a must read! It is fast paced, twisty and has an ending you won't see coming!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
You wont regret this novel. You wont guess the plot so so good
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent debut novel. The storyline kept you in suspense through the whole book. Looking forward to another book from this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This one will keep your attention! Don't start to read this on a work night, as you probably will stay up to read it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book keeps you on your toes with many twist and turns. For an ending that blew me away!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book started out great! I simply could not turn the pages fast enough, but by page 220 it became harder and harder to read. Are women THAT desperate to keep a man? A man that puts his mother firdt and refuses to see the hurt she's causing the woman he supposedly loves? And then treats said woman like crap after she gives birth to his child? And she's no better with her lack of backbone and total lack of self confidence! I'm an avid reader and NEVER not finish a book, but this one is getting harder and harder to read. I seriously doubt anybody has ever known people like wifey, hubby, and his dear beloved "Mum"
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Couldn’t put it down. Read it in a day.
MamaNeedsABook 29 days ago
Follow me and see all my reviews @ mamaneedsabook.blogspot.com 3 cut-and-run stars! First of all, this book is super frustrating! And it’s supposed to be. Did you ever watch Anger Management? This book was like that. It will give you serious are you kidding me???? anxiety! It will keep you flipping pages and throwing it across the room in frustration! Ha! But in the end, I just didn’t get it. I wasn’t a big fan of the ending and I wasn’t a fan of the main relationship of the book. Emily and Adam – I just didn’t get it. She was going through all this stuff with the mother and I’m like for what??? Just cut and run girl! There are other fish in the sea! Emily loves Adam. (Again why? Because he’s gorgeous? Seriously girl, who cares.) But his mother Pammie has it out for her. She is like Marie in “Everybody Loves Raymond” except for a million times worse, tearing Emily down any way she can. Lies, manipulation, deceit… But in the end who will win? To be fair, I had super high expectations going in because all the reviews I read before built this book up super high, so it could be that that’s why I was slightly disappointed? Even though my favorite books are mysteries and thrillers – and I like ‘em dark and twisty :-P – I am a sentimentalist at heart and I want a love story. Like it can be a super sadistic and twisted obsessive love story - Hello! I LOVE Gone Girl and also loved the new J.P. Delaney: Believe Me. But I get those! Love will make you do some crazy stupid stuff ya’ll. But the “love” story was central to this book and it didn’t make sense to me. It was still a quick, suspensful read and the writing style was very readable. I liked the book as I read it but I was just so frustrated by the points mentioned above I couldn’t move past it. Entertainment Value: 3.5 Characters: 3 Voice: 3-4 Plot: 3 Overall: 3 stars Thank you to NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my honest review! Follow me and see all my reviews @ mamaneedsabook.blogspot.com
Anonymous 5 months ago
Total spin, I love books like this that keep you on your toes and guessing. Never would have guessed the ending.
LC112648LC 6 months ago
The Other Woman .... Much better than The First Mistake which was confusing at the end. The Other Woman kept you picking up the book to see what was going on. However, just like The First Mistake - the ending was confusing. In the First Mistake - really confusing. In the Other Woman - the ending didn't explain why the mother in law was supposedly sick - but not sick originally - and at the end was dying of the disease that she diidn't have originally. But all in all - enjoyed this book very much!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow, what an ending! What a great first book!
Amanda_Dickens More than 1 year ago
I really liked this book. The synopsis had me hooked and I could not wait to read it. The character development is great. I felt really attached to Emily and rooted for her and wanted her soon to be mother in law to just go away. The atmosphere is so creepy with the mother-in-law constantly intervening with unknown reasons. The writing was great. I did not anticipate the twists or the ending. The pacing was great and kept the story steadily progressing without any lulls. I was captivated from the beginning to end. I would highly recommend this book for those that are seasoned thriller readers like myself or new to the genre. The hardest thing to believe is that this was the author's debut thriller novel.
sjillis More than 1 year ago
When Emily meets handsome, charming Adam and he seems to be interested in her, she can't believe her good fortune. He is too good to be true (an instinct she should follow). Their relationship goes well, until he takes her home to meet his mother, Pamela. From the start, Pammie is determined to break them up, and Emily is baffled by her gaslighting, particularly when Pammie doesn't show the same behavior toward Adam's brother's girlfriend. Only when Pammie's attempts apparently achieve success does Emily discover the truth Pammie is hiding. Emily is a strong heroine, who falls prey to her own self doubts, as many women do. Her supportive family and friends make the story more bearable. The only unresolved issue is her attraction to Adam's brother, which I thought was going somewhere. #BewareOfPammie
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sorry, but I found the main character frustrating and the boyfriends mother unbelievable!
AmandaRC More than 1 year ago
Would I call this a thriller? Eh. Would I call it entertaining? Yes. I will say pretty early on I had a feeling I knew what was going on but was still very much so plugged in. I love books about women and their relation to one another. I find it interesting to see the progression of the power dynamics between two female characters. And if you do too, you will enjoy this book. The male figure is in my opinion, forgettable. Pammie stands out to me as the biggest star and this is one of those books that while you read it, you can picture it as a major motion picture. I have heard a lot of people make the comment that if you liked Gone Girl you will enjoy this one too, but I am not sure that is really accurate. This is a page turner and an easy read, the twist comes hard at the end I found myself whispering to my fiance, "Oh my god guess what happened!" Even though I saw it coming- I still found myself enthralled with the story line of a new couple and a very seemingly jealous mother. Sandie's writing is enjoyable, not overly descriptive. I am also very thankful that because it was a female narrator she didnt come off whiny or dull. I wanted to hear her side of the story and everything from her point of view. I recommend this one for a lazy Saturday on the couch with a blanket and cup of coffee!
WendyGo More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed Sandie Jones' first book, The Other Woman, and this one didn't disappoint. The author creates really like-able characters who you find yourself routing for. Immediately you like Alice, who lost her husband, Tom, and was left with a young child. How wonderful it is that she finds love a second time.
Scarlett Gauthier More than 1 year ago
I’m disappointed in this book. I have been wanting a really good twisty mystery/thriller lately and based on the description and some of the other reviews I really thought this was going to be it. But sadly it was not. It read much more like chick lit than a thriller, and it’s only “fast-paced,” as the description says, because it covers so much time and jumps ahead so much, with months between chapters, not the exciting, edge of your seat, can’t stop reading feeling that you usually would think “fast-paced” means. This book was SO unrealistic, and that usually doesn’t make me bring my rating down, because how often is fiction truly realistic? But so much of this had me rolling my eyes. Emily put up with so much from both Adam and Pammie that I was just frustrated. Why didn’t she stand up for herself or talk to Adam about her concerns like a normal committed relationship would do, or for heavens sake see the red flags and get the heck out of this crazy family? At the very least this whole book would have been a non-issue with just a little bit of communication. So almost the entire book is just this, jumping ahead throughout Adam and Emily’s relationship, zooming along, his mother acting crazy. There are one or two things throughout that I'm sure the author meant as twists but they were so predictable. And the we finally get to “the big twist” in the last few chapters and I just rolled my eyes. It made the rest of the book make no sense at all. At least give us more of an explanation! But no, we are just expected to believe this randomness at face value, and so many things are left unexplained. Sorry to say but I’m disappointed in this. I would not classify this as a thriller because nothing thrilling happened. There was nothing scary and no creep factor at all. And while it was a little bit of mystery the twists were either predictable or made me roll my eyes. A low 3 stars for me.
gigi08 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. This is not the typical girl meets boy and they fall in love book. When Emily sees Adam in a crowded bar at the Grovenor Hotel in London she was not looking for boyfriend. They start dating, everything is going great and they are falling in love. Than Adam takes Emily to meet his mother Pammie. Pammie is very possessive of Adam and she is impolite and rude to Emily. Pammie brings a photo album out to show Emily pictures of Adam. Soon she is asking Adam to help her int he kitchen. Emily knows that she should continue to look at the pictures but soon she is looking at a pictures of Adam and a girl. The words on the picture have her wondering alot. I am not going to give any more away. This is a great psychological thriller with a plot twist that you will not see coming.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very very immature...the characters are almost silly. The end twist makes no sense. I would give examples but do not want to spoil it for readers who are enthralled with this novel.
medwards429 More than 1 year ago
is worth noting for some readers that this book is written in United Kingdom (British) English. Here are a few examples of some of the terms used: * Tights (pantyhose) * Tea (used for meals – lunch or dinner in US) * Chuffed (very pleased) * Hen Do (bachelorette party) For United States readers unfamiliar with the terms, this book can be a challenging read to figure out what is being referred to or said which could be a deterrent to reading it, or making it less enjoyable. As I had read another “Brit Chick Lit” book prior to this, I caught on pretty quick. “He loves me, she loves me not” is the tagline – in essence referring to Adam loving Emily, and his mother (Pammie) not loving her. And, Pammie will stop at nothing to push Emily away forever. But, why? Warning – you won’t know until the LAST eleven (11) pages of the book what is going on, which is the main “reveal”. The main protagonist of the story, Emily Havistock. Despite some missteps in her career, she was smart enough to dump a boyfriend (Tom) she caught cheating on her – with one of her friends (Charlotte) no less. When Emily meets Adam, she thinks he is the perfect man, despite what happens on the drive to meet his mother. This exchange between Adam and Emily is what I feel would’ve served as a WARNING to get out of the relationship before meeting the mother. Then, there is Rebecca, and Adam doesn’t want to talk about her. The series of the cliché “evil momster-in-law” issues begin with a misunderstanding between Emily and Pammie over Boxing Day (the day after Christmas). Through each stage, Pammie ups her game against Emily – inviting herself along to functions, snide comments, fake health issues – those things. The “issues” get annoying after a while, along with Adam’s ignorance and/or denial of it. He fails to even consider that what his mother is doing is wrong – and that should have served as yet another warning to Emily, leaving her to wonder what she did to deserve everything that Pammie was doing to her. There is also Adam’s brother – James. James is everything Adam isn’t. So why doesn’t Emily call it off with Adam? Why is she hanging on to him? And, does James have his own agenda? Around two-thirds in, Emily learns Pammie has lied about something. But, Pammie threatens Emily with a “truth” about James. Emily also learns she’s pregnant (and is hoping it will save the relationship), which I felt was a bit cliché. There were some twists I didn’t see coming, which were original. The last 19-20 pages were a definite shock as a lie became the truth and revelations were made. It was definitely a LAST-MINUTE reveal for certain. I did manage to read the book in two (2) days. It was a “can’t put it down” novel type of read, though I think it was more or less out of morbid curiosity to see where it was going and hoping the end was worth the hype. My discontent with this novel was with Emily. I couldn’t really show any empathy or sympathy towards her. I couldn’t buy her taking all that “abuse” and still sticking around, especially when Adam is so oblivious and unsympathetic to her. If a mother-in-law to be is acting like Pammie, it is usually because: #1.) She really doesn’t like you #2.) She really wants to protect you from her son/daughter
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just when I thought I had the plot figured out, Sandie Jones threw me for a loop. This was my first experience with domestic suspense and I cannot say I was disappointed. In fact, it was so difficult to even put the book down before I was done with it. I felt Emily was a rather lovable, strong character and the plot was intriguing, and well-executed. I will say, I wasn't a huge fan of the awkward moments in the book where Emily was almost proud(?) to see Pammie walk in on her and Adam going at it. That was pretty gratuitous. Just not necessary. Other than that, I absolutely loved The Other Woman, and I still can't get that ending out of my head! Such a wonderful and shockingly well-written debut.
WIJen More than 1 year ago
First I will say this was really well written, I like this author's style and will read more from her. Second I will say this story is a bit predictable, until it isn't. When you think you know exactly where it's going, it's a little gross and a little like "oh, I've read this before" because it seems pretty formulaic. Then it takes a turn, which I had a nagging thought it might, but only in a way that made me think there was more than meets the eye to some of the characters, not in a way I was expecting. I will also caution the female lead in this story is sometimes hard to take, there were many times I was yelling at her for her choice of action, or lack thereof (spoiler?). I do recommend it, but not so much you should run right out and get it immediately.
applecorps More than 1 year ago
The Other Woman by Sandie Jones
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This book was not what I expected! Can you imagine finding the love of your life, only to have the other woman be his MOM? In this book, you will be shocked and appalled at some of the unbelievable things Adam's mom Pammie does to keep her precious son from his new fiancé, Emily, who is the main character of the story.

I could not STAND Pammie and all of her passive-aggressive tricks to keep Adam as close to her as possible. Emily is clearly not one to let things go, and fights Pammie every step of the way. The relationship between Adam and Emily begins to crumble until Emily discovers a dark secret about Adam's previous fiancé and her mysterious death, determined to find the truth.

I would not call this book a thriller, but mostly a suspenseful domestic drama. I also enjoyed some of the funny parts during the book and there were times when I was screaming at the ridiculous things Emily was dealing with!

Even though this book has some controversial reviews, I really enjoyed it and it was a great fast-read.

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C_Fowler More than 1 year ago
Boy, this was a very readable and very twisty book! Right when I thought I knew what was going to happen, the author threw me for a loop with one of her many plot and character twists. Two words that kept coming to mind while I was reading this book were paranoia and monomania. The Other Woman is an excellent read, especially with its unexpected ending, and I highly recommend it. I received a copy of this book from NetGalley. All thoughts and opinions are solely my own.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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