Cherie Dexter is not just a telephone counsellor for 24/7, she is the business owner and manager of staff, and is responsible for the care of her dementia suffering father.
At first, I thought this was going to be a thriller; counsellor ends up talking to a stalker or something and attracts their attention and so begins a panicked cat and mouse game. However, that didn’t happen. It was interesting when it started and the conversations with clients felt so full of hurt and worry.
Then it took the turn for the melodramatic worst. Somewhere in there it lost the thriller appeal and became another blah read. Cherie was a very annoying character who wasn’t clearly thought out and didn’t develop, the end felt too picturesque with a pretty pink bow tied to it, and overall the story dragged its heels.
Where was the excitement or the danger hinted to by the cover and blurb? To be honest, I struggled to finish this book.