Today we are delighted to be sharing USA Today bestselling author Trisha Wolfe’s most riveting psych thriller yet, LOTUS EFFECT

When the past resurfaces, can she escape her killer a second time?

Lakin Hale, true crime writer and victim of an attack that left her for dead, helps crime solvers and victims close cold cases, yet there is one crime she hasn’t been able to solve:

Her own.

As she embarks on a new case, working closely with Special Agent Rhys Nolan, the details of the murder begin to eerily resemble the event that nearly ended her life. A silhouette of a man haunts her dreams, but there were only two people there that night–Lakin and her murderer. Is the phantom hero who pulled her from the water a delusion, or is he the only one who can unlock her dark memories?

Buried in a watery grave of lotuses, the victim calls out to Lakin, unearthing painful memories of what was stolen from her that fateful night. For those that played a part, it’s now time to answer for their sins.

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Reviewed by Anna on behalf of KFF

This is my first book by this author and has totally grabbed my attention from page one. This psychological thriller, my favourite genre, will keep you guessing who the perpetrator is right until the last chapter.

Lakin Hale is a true crime author who partners with Special Agent Rhys Nolan of the FBI and digs up and solves cold cases. She was a victim of a violent crime herself and ironically because of memory loss her own case still remains unsolved.

Told in first person point of view, alternating between the past and the present, Lakin is portrayed as a detached but methodical character who through personal experience successfully manages to connect the dots on the cold cases she handles with Rhys. She is a survivor, a strong woman but shows her vulnerable side to Rhys during her weak moments. I am fascinated with the author’s witty and clever narrative that draws the reader’s attention to more than a few suspects. Wolfe’s main players can be clinical at times in which I am glad because this is a psychological thriller after all, although a romantic angle develops in the last quarter of the book between Lakin and Rhys. The frequent mention of the lotus and the parallelisms with Lakin is a play of metaphors and present a big clue to the story.

“I am not like the leaves of the lotus; I am its petals. Soft and pliable, but also sharp and deadly, like the blade that carved my body. I do not suffer my scars. They’re a testament of my strength and will to survive.” 

I won’t give any more details to avoid any spoilers but if there is one thing I would like to say is that I would have never guessed who the antagonist is. I had my suspicions but every now and then the author throws in little misleading bones and I grab it and then in the next chapter I find out I was wrong or was I? This new-to-me author has impressed me so much that I am definitely going to look up her other books and add them to my list. I highly recommend this.


© Trisha Wolfe 2019
All rights reserved.

On the one-year anniversary of my attack, Rhys convinced me to return to Silver Lake.I had vowed never to go back…not until my attacker was apprehended…and it was a painful vow to break. We retraced my steps. From the campus to the driveway of Drew’s previous home (where Chelsea told me about the pregnancy). From the apartment I shared with my roommate (where Drew and I argued and the police took my statement) to the Dock House (where my roommate tried to help me forget). Then, to the pier of the lake, not far from the Silver Lake community where my parents still live.Rhys and I stared at the rippling reflection of the crescent moon on the water.

Lotuses blanketed the lake with a iridescent sheen.

I listened to the crickets’ chirr, a haunting melody that I had no memory of from that fateful night. The wicked sound of frogs croaking filled the otherwise calm air. A desolate and eerie quietness that froze my bones.

That was the moment I revealed him to Rhys. The secret I’d kept from everyone—that twisted belief I had wrestled with, wanting to believe in my phantom hero some days, to deny his existence others.

The man who pulled me from the water.

The only memory—real or not—that I had from the night of my near demise.

In that moment, I wished I had Rhys’s training. I wanted to look at his face and read what he was thinking. But then, I was also terrified to know.

His actions have always spoken louder than his words. His silence sliced at me like the weapon used to carve my body all those nights ago. His weighted stare bled right through me, and when he cupped my face and placed a kiss to my brow, I dissolved under that comfort.

It didn’t matter if he believed me or not. Whether I had imagined it or not.

I was alive.

Man or animal, ghost or angel—whatever fished me from the lake—I had not drowned.

It was time to live.

The roll of the car engine awakens me from my post-flight trance. Inside Rhys’s rented sedan, I reach for my seatbelt and buckle in, pushing the heaviness from my chest.

“Ready?” he asks.

Deep breath. I twist the band around my wrist. “I am.”


 Meet Trisha

USA Today bestselling romantic thriller author Trisha Wolfe. From an early age, Trisha Wolfe dreamed up imaginary worlds and characters and was accused of talking to herself. Today, she lives in South Carolina with her family and writes full time, using her imaginary worlds as an excuse to continue talking to herself.

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