From bestselling author Britney King comes a razor-sharp psychological thriller about a street built on secrets, a neighbor who knows too much, and the woman who learns—too late—that the most dangerous lies are the ones everyone else is willing to believe.
“You’d be surprised how easy it is to disappear someone.”
That’s what Clint says. Always with a smile. Always like a joke.
But Nora knows better—jokes don’t leave bodies.
Nora Givens runs the salon where the cul-de-sac comes to confess. She knows who’s day-drinking, whose marriage is composting under the patio lights, and which neighbors wield kindness like a weapon. What she doesn’t know is why things on her street suddenly feel wrong.
A break-in with no motive.
A Peeping Tom no one can describe.
A woman who never makes it home.
The neighborhood responds the way they always do—with performative concern. Meetings. Patrols. A nonstop group chat. And Clint, the charming new arrival, is suddenly everywhere: taking notes, volunteering, appearing even before the sirens.
Everyone adores him.
Everyone trusts him.
Everyone but Nora.
When her police statement disappears, her dog vanishes, and her tire fails in a place she’d never survive a crash, the cul-de-sac decides she’s the problem—another “overwhelmed woman” who should calm down and stop making waves.
But Clint keeps offering help—the kind that looks generous to everyone else—
and strategic to her.
As Nora closes in on the truth, she realizes the quiet horror of suburbia:
Some neighbors want to keep you safe.
Others want to keep you quiet.
And on this street, the simplest way to disappear someone…
is to make sure no one believes her first.
Dark, addictive, and knife-edged, Neighborhood Watch delivers jaw-dropping twists, a psychological chess match in plain sight, and a villain hiding where you least expect him. Perfect for readers who want a thriller that gets under your skin and stays there.
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Favorite Quotes:
The air fills with shampoo, gossip, and that strange electric thrill people get when the horror’s happening to someone else.
Turns out, no one hates a whistleblower more than a neighborhood that needs one.
People don’t break all at once. They erode.
No one tags me directly. That’s how gossip works when it’s dressed up as worry.
She looks at me like she’s wondering if it’s safe to leave me alone with scissors.
If this were a movie, I’d be gliding up these stairs in slow motion, hair perfect, jaw set, justice dripping off me like perfume. Instead, I’m sweating through a Target sweater and realizing I really should have thought this through.
My chest tightens. It’s not rage I feel. It’s not even panic. It’s something worse: that low, vibrating frequency of realization. It’s a feeling that settles in your bones when the worst thing you can imagine is already happening— and has been for a while.
Tom’s idea of a splurge is letting his wife buy name- brand mustard.
My Review:
I adore, revere, and fear Britney King in equal measure. She scares me silly with her realistically flawed, devious, and creepy characters, while she also has me snorting with amusement with her keenly-honed world-class snark. Her chilling observations and insightfulness into the criminal elements and their calm brutality, ruthless calculations, pitiless rationales, and cold depravity are beyond perceptive and more than a bit disconcerting.
Reaching the last pages of her tales typically finds me with neck tension, ragged cuticles, and in desperate need of a new deadbolt and a spa day for a massage and manicure.
I avidly haunt her Goodreads page as I cannot wait to see what she does next.
Britney King lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, children, two dogs, one ridiculous cat, and a partridge in a pear tree.
When she’s not wrangling the things mentioned above, she writes psychological, domestic, and romantic thrillers set in suburbia.
Without a doubt, connecting with readers is the best part of this gig. You can find Britney online here:
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