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The Other Woman

The Other Woman

by Sandie Jones


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ISBN-13: 9781250191984
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 08/21/2018
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 407
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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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.


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.


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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 12 months ago
You wont regret this novel. You wont guess the plot so so good
Anonymous 12 months 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 8 months 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 11 months ago
Excellent debut novel. The storyline kept you in suspense through the whole book. Looking forward to another book from this author.
Anonymous 11 months ago
Couldn’t put it down. Read it in a day.
Anonymous 7 days ago
This book starts off hard to read as you wonder why a mother in law would be so terrible to her future daughter in law! It was almost disgusting at some points because it seemed absolutely ridiculous for a normal person to go through so much trouble to prevent her son from marrying a perfectly normal character. The middle drags a bit as the story outline the son's mother's attempts to terrorize them. When I got to the ending though I definitely thought it was satisfying. That being said, I had predicted the ending 3/4 of the way through because there are only a few reasons a "normal" person would go to such lengths and the ending was one of them. It was a fun read but definitely not my favorite one of 2018.
Valerian70 7 days ago
3.5 Stars This was a bit of an odd book for me, mainly because you just know from the first page onwards that you are being sold a pup. You are constantly aware in the back of your mind that Emily is misdirecting the reader and that she knows she is doing it - this is flagged up by constant asides of along the lines of "this is what I thought then". For me it would have perhaps worked better as a straightforward timeline so the reader felt they were watching things unfold as they happened rather than Emily's recollection of events. It also didn't help that Pammie is so unremittingly awful and Adam so loathe to see it that it is obvious where the twist lies and before you are halfway through you have a pretty good idea what the twist will be. The characterisation throughout the book is surprisingly solid and I did find myself wanting things to work out well for Emily. I was also quite concerned about Pammie as some of the extremes she goes to were scary and did seem to bring Karma down on her head (if you believe in that kind of thing). As a book about relationships it does work surprisingly well and not all in Emily and Adam's garden is rosy - even without the inimitable Pammie in the equation - this is not really explored to any great degree but the notes are there in Emily's exasperation with certain behaviours (mainly relating to the Rugby Club and "boys will be boys"). The plot is quite good but I felt that it was all handled with rather too much of a heavy hand. Pammie's actions are not subtle and I find it hard to believe that nobody else could see what was happening, only Emily. If the people around her are so disconnected from reality then she needs some major help. The writing was actually pretty good and kept the tale moving on nicely from one shocking set piece to another and the final twist reveal at the end was handled in wonderfully dramatic way. To be honest, the end of the book was my favourite bit as it was delicious in it's over-the-topness. I did enjoy the book but don't feel it really fulfils the hyperbole around it; there were no shocking twists and it is not really a thriller. It is a good read though and you don;t come out of it feeling like you wasted your time reading it.
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This book was a stressful read. Emily, the main character made so many immature and terrible decisions it was tough to read at times. She was a trainwreck and needed to get a backbone. Not very likable characters either. The ending was a surprise though.
Anonymous 12 days ago
Overall easy and great read. Some parts dragged on. But multiple plot twists!
Anonymous 3 months ago
Very immature. She needs to read some of the big guns novels. Example: Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Kat Martin, or Catherine Anderson. All Americans of course! NLR
LEH0644 4 months ago
Emily thinks she’s found the perfect man in Adam. The only thing wrong is his controlling mother, Pamela, or Pammie as she prefers to be called. Every time she sees Adam, she rushes to hug him and starts in belittling Emily. Pammie fakes having cancer and Emily catches her in her lie. She accuses Emily of making a play for Adam’s brother James. Emily loves Adam but realizes she will have to put up with Pammie because Adam won’t have Emily saying anything negative about his mother. The book has an unexpected twist at the end that will catch you by surprise.
Anonymous 5 months ago
Page Turner. Couldn't put it down!
Librarian_V_Reader 5 months ago
Librarian: This feels like the kind of book that will be popular with the mystery/suspense/psychological thriller crowd. Fans of books like Gone Girl, Girl on a Train, etc. should enjoy this one. It feels like the type of book that will become the focus of book clubs, so stock up on multiple copies. Reader: Another day, another psychological novel, with a slightly unstable, not totally reliable female narrator and a (not particularly logical)"twist" ending. I'm honestly getting kind of sick of this book. It's starting to feel like writers aren't allowed to have any other type of protagonist. And well I love having an ending that surprises me, it would be nice if the end felt even slightly logical. This one doesn't. Instead it just feels like an attempt to be trending. I will be VERY glad when this trend ends.
Anonymous 6 months ago
The Other Woman starts off like many other stories: boy meets girl and boy and girl fall in love. However, the boy has a mother who can't seem to let him go. What ensues is a rivalry between girl and mother-in-law, with boy stuck in the middle. Who will he choose? Have you ever been annoyed by a character in a book? When I first started reading this book, I felt sorry for Emily. This novel played on the stereotypical "awful mother-in-law" scenario. Pammie seemed absolutely dreadful, and to make matters worse, Adam never stood up to his mother for Emily. His mother could do no wrong in his eyes. This made me loathe Adam and his mother. However, as the novel progressed, I found myself becoming annoyed with Emily for not simply walking away. I couldn't decide who I hated more: Pammie, Emily, or Adam. I wanted to reach through the book and slap every single one of them. The concept of the plot is intriguing enough, bu the unlikable characters made it really hard for me to truly enjoy the book. It was almost as though the characters were too flawed, which made the story seemed a little far-fetched. I think there was a lot of potential for this story, but it was delivered in a way that left me just wanting the story to end. I give it 3/5.
Anonymous 7 months ago
OMG ! This book is amazing ! You will never guess or predict the ending . When you start this you will not be able to put it down. Congratulations to its' author. Your debut novel ?! Keep writing .
litpixie 7 months ago
I made it to page 15 before deciding I didn't like Emily and didn't want to spend ANY time with her. Emily's age didn't seem to be pinned down and I couldn't continue reading this book. The writing isn't anything special. Bypass this book and find a better, creepier, better written mystery. There are so many mysteries that will keep your attention.
myreadingchronicles 7 months ago
What do you do when your future mother-in-law makes it her life's mission to destroy yours? Honestly, I would've recorded that witch and exposed her to everyone ASAP. But of course this was a work of fiction so Emily spends months fighting her mother-in-law with tooth and nail to keep her man by her side. I thought the storyline was a bit too drawn out and Emily frustrated me so much because she was SO damn weak! Seriously, can't be anymore of a damsel in distress than she was but it was a fairly quick read. I was in suspense mode up to around 70% which is always a good thing for thrillers. I just felt like it was too much at the end but overall it was a 3/5 read.
Anonymous 8 months ago
Surprised ending. I couldn't put this book down.
Anonymous 10 months ago
A real thriller and once reading, you must go on! Really heart stopping.
MicheleJ 10 months ago
This book was excellent! It makes the stereotypical mother-in-law look tame! I just finished it and am still trying to process everything. I really appreciate the time the author put in to establishing Emily and Adam's relationship, as well as Adam and his mother's relationship. It helped me connect with the characters and their reasons for doing the things they did. I had tons of emotions going on throughout—sympathy, frustration, fury, and everything in between. At different parts of the books, I had a thorough dislike for each character. They were each awful while also being super likable at other points, and I mean this as a positive. This book had some serious twists that left me going "WHAT?!" I pretty much could not have guessed any of the things that ended up happening in the end. I love when a book sucks me in like that and leaves me wondering what in the world I just read! I highly suggest adding this one to your list if it's not already on there. I think this will be one that people will be talking about for the rest of 2018!
agnes-shap 10 months ago
Did not see that coming. Without giving the ending away, I must say this book kept me engrossed with a love/hate relationship for Emily's almost mother-in-law. It seems Pammie (MIL) was always on Emily's case where her son, Adam was concerned. She actually didnt want them to get married and did everything in her power to break them up. I sometimes wanted to ring Pammie's neck myself. But Adam and Emily trudge on to make their relationship work even when little baby Poppy comes along. You will love this book and not want to put it down as you follow this weird relationship of the Banks family.
Selena 10 months ago
This was a fantastic read. Very gripping, intense psychological thriller. It kept you guessing till the very end. This is a story of woman named Emily who falls in love whit a man named Adam. Adam's mother, Pammie, who doesn't want to share her son with anyone keeps trying to sabotage anything she can to make Emily's life a living hell. She is rude, evil and will stop at nothing to tear them apart. How far will Pammie go to keep Emily out of Adam's life? What really happened to Rebecca, Adam's deceased ex-girlfriend? Such a great read.