The Good Widow by Liz Fenton and Lisa Steinke Book Review

The Good Widow by Liz Fenton and Lisa Steinkemake is a suspense thriller.

Sometimes the life you thought you were leading is a lie. When Jacqueline “Jacks” Morales’s answers the door to two police officers to give her the news that her husband has died in a car accident, as if his death was not enough, she discovers he died in Maui, not Kansas where he was supposed to be away on a business trip to, along with a young woman named Dylan.

Jacks is trying to put her husband and the taters of her marriage to rest when she is approached by Nick, Dylan’s fiancé, to go looking for the truth by retracing their partners’ last day in Maui.   

This story delves into the delicate house of cards that was Jacks’ relationship with her husband and the grief that she must endure with his death which fights against her anger at him. Through her, we experience how easy it is to rely on comfortable and easy answers rather than interacting with them to discover the truth which will lead to pain.

You’ll enjoy this book if you:

  • Enjoy trying to figure out motivations
  • Like stories about relationship wreckage
  • Enjoy suspense

 

 

 

 

Excerpt from The Good Widow by Liz Fenton and Lisa Steinke Book

His fingers slithered like a snake to find hers. She opened her palm and accepted them. There was something about the commanding way he reached for her. It felt like a statement. You are mine.

The reality was less clear. Because she was and she wasn’t. And it was in this contradiction where their relationship lived, where it took its deep sighs and shallow breaths, where the highs felt like the top of the most beautiful mountain. Breathtaking. Exhilarating. Peaceful. And the lows felt like the La Brea Tar Pits she had visited as a child. Trapped. Anxious. Uncertain.

She ran her free hand through her hair, sticky from the wind that whipped through the rented Jeep after they’d decided to take the top down to feel the sun, the air, maybe even the spray of the ocean. They were both a bit quiet; it had been a long drive with so many turns, both on the road and in their relationship, so she leaned back and let the silence between them comfort her. She needed to confess something to him. And as long as the wind continued to swirl around them, as long as they kept winding their way slowly down the tortuous and twisty back side of the road to Hana, she could hold it on the tip of her tongue, where it had been resting for the last twenty-four hours. She squeezed his hand to check in, and her heart fluttered when he echoed it and made eye contact for a moment before looking back to the treacherous road.

There’s something I need to tell you. She had attempted to force the words out several times since she’d found out. As they lay in bed, wound tightly together, their faces shamelessly close. He’d shared his own secrets, their lips brushing as he spoke. But when it had been her turn, the words would not come. She had not been ready for him to know. To face what might happen after.

The lush rain forest opened up and presented the ocean, the view so magnificent that she gasped slightly. He squeezed her hand, then pointed down below the cliffs they were navigating, the creases around his eyes deepening as he smiled, his hand leaving hers again only to downshift as they reached the top of a steep incline. She often wondered why he had chosen her. Why he’d risked so much to be with an average-looking woman, the owner of a nose that was a little too small for her face, lips that were just slightly too thin. A girl who worked hard but still hadn’t found a career.

But in moments like these, this man’s love, or lust, or even his affection—she was never quite sure what to call it—buoyed her. When he looked at her just like that, she knew that she’d do anything he asked. She might have even jumped off that bridge with him, as long as he’d held her hand on the way down.