Zoe Carter has always been the girl with a plan-career first, love later. But when a string of hilariously bad dates, a persistent best friend, and one unexpectedly perfect "almost-relationship" throw her plans into chaos, Zoe starts questioning everything she thought she knew about finding "the one." From a disastrous blind date with a man who brings his mother, to a spontaneous road trip gone terribly (and wonderfully) wrong, Zoe's journey through mismatched romances and unexpected friendships teaches her that maybe love isn't about finding someone perfect-it's about finding someone who fits your chaos perfectly. And when an offer for her dream job collides with the man she never saw coming, Zoe faces the hardest question of all: Is love worth staying for... or does she finally have to choose herself?
Autorentext
When I first began writing The Graveyard Secret, I didn't set out to create a trilogy. I only had a single, haunting image in my mind?an old elm tree standing watch over a graveyard, and the feeling that beneath its branches, a truth waited to be found.
The story unfolded slowly, like uncovering something buried. Each chapter revealed not just plot, but pieces of the people who lived within it?Mary Dicks, her silences, her strength, and the shadows that shaped her. I realised early on that while there was mystery in the pages, the real heart of this book was about family?the ties we protect, the secrets we keep, and the echoes they leave behind.
As I wrote, the story began to stretch beyond one book. Mary's past whispered to me, demanding its own voice, and thus The House on Bramble Street was born. And in the other direction, her sons, Damian and Daniel, carried the legacy forward into Whispers Beneath the Elm. What started as one story became a tapestry of three lives, three timelines, and one shared truth: some secrets never rest.
Writing these books has been a journey of patience, discovery, and deep connection. I've written through moments of creative flow that felt unstoppable, and moments of silence where the words hid from me. Both were part of the process, teaching me to listen?to the story, to the characters, and to my own persistence.
This trilogy belongs to the readers as much as it does to me. You've walked the graveyards, sat under the elm, and turned over the same questions I did while writing: What do we owe the truth? And what is the cost of uncovering it?
Thank you for taking this journey with me.
? Kim Möller