Lindsay Hunter – författare

Today, she walks in on her husband and best friend having an affair. Tomorrow, her body is found.Seven years ago, Theresa and Jackie meet in a maternity ward. Sleep-deprived new mothers; instant friends.Then they become neighbours on Hot Springs Drive - a nice street in a nice neighbourhood, filled with flower boxes and emerald lawns.The story ends like this: in the depths of a sweltering heatwave, Theresa discovers that her husband and Jackie are having an affair. The next day, Theresa's body is found.The truth lies somewhere between the picket fences and pink blossoms, where friendships twist into tragic jealousies and barbecues hide bed hopping and bloodshed. By summer's end, the residents of Hot Springs Drive will never be the same...An unputdownable, unmissable, vicious blade of a novel that peels back the fragile veneer of two suburban families and the deadly secrets roiling between them.

'Truly brilliant, sexy and sly storytelling' Deesha Philyaw'Intoxicating' Claire Fuller'Everything you could want in a book, delivered when you least expect it' Diane Cooke'I f***ing loved this. Thrilling and gorgeously observed' A.E. Osworth Today, she walks in on her husband and best friend having an affair. Tomorrow, her body is found.Seven years ago, Theresa and Jackie meet in a maternity ward. Sleep-deprived new mothers; instant friends.Then they become neighbours on Hot Springs Drive - a nice street in a nice neighbourhood, filled with flower boxes and emerald lawns.The story ends like this: in the depths of a sweltering heatwave, Theresa discovers that her husband and Jackie are having an affair. The next day, Theresa's body is found.The truth lies somewhere between the picket fences and pink blossoms, where friendships twist into tragic jealousies and barbecues hide bed hopping and bloodshed. By summer's end, the residents of Hot Springs Drive will never be the same...An unputdownable, unmissable, vicious blade of a novel that peels back the fragile veneer of two suburban families and the deadly secrets roiling between them. Readers are obsessed with Hot Springs Drive: 'FIVE HUNDRED STARS ... I lost my goddamn mind ... I LOVED THIS BOOK SO MUCH and am incapable of doing it justice without sounding like an absolute f***ing maniac, so I will leave it at: this is one of my favourite books of the year. READ IT' ***** 'Incredible ... I kept making my friend take her headphones off so I could read her a line or paragraph' ***** 'So compelling I read it in one sitting. The writing makes this such a thrilling, engrossing read - my heart was in my throat the entire time' ***** 'I'm utterly enraptured ... I'm wowed' ***** 'A real page-turner that keeps you guessing ... I couldn't put it down!' ***** 'Definitely in my top ten reads of the year ... Everyone is going to love this' ***** 'This novel is really oh so good. A compulsively readable, can't-put-it-down story that manages to be super sharp and smart. Such fascinating character studies, such subtle but piercing insight on the way our society sees mothers, such a sucker punch' *****

'Truly brilliant, sexy and sly storytelling' Deesha Philyaw'Intoxicating' Claire Fuller'Everything you could want in a book, delivered when you least expect it' Diane Cooke'I f***ing loved this. Thrilling and gorgeously observed' A.E. OsworthToday, she walks in on her husband and best friend having an affair. Tomorrow, her body is found.Seven years ago, Theresa and Jackie meet in a maternity ward. Sleep-deprived new mothers; instant friends.Then they become neighbours on Hot Springs Drive - a nice street in a nice neighbourhood, filled with flower boxes and emerald lawns.The story ends like this: in the depths of a sweltering heatwave, Theresa discovers that her husband and Jackie are having an affair. The next day, Theresa's body is found.The truth lies somewhere between the picket fences and pink blossoms, where friendships twist into tragic jealousies and barbecues hide bed hopping and bloodshed. By summer's end, the residents of Hot Springs Drive will never be the same...An unputdownable, unmissable, vicious blade of a novel that peels back the fragile veneer of two suburban families and the deadly secrets roiling between them.Readers are obsessed with Hot Springs Drive:'FIVE HUNDRED STARS ... I lost my goddamn mind ... I LOVED THIS BOOK SO MUCH and am incapable of doing it justice without sounding like an absolute f***ing maniac, so I will leave it at: this is one of my favourite books of the year. READ IT' *****'Incredible ... I kept making my friend take her headphones off so I could read her a line or paragraph' *****'So compelling I read it in one sitting. The writing makes this such a thrilling, engrossing read - my heart was in my throat the entire time' *****'I'm utterly enraptured ... I'm wowed' *****'A real page-turner that keeps you guessing ... I couldn't put it down!' *****'Definitely in my top ten reads of the year ... Everyone is going to love this' *****'This novel is really oh so good. A compulsively readable, can't-put-it-down story that manages to be super sharp and smart. Such fascinating character studies, such subtle but piercing insight on the way our society sees mothers, such a sucker punch' *****

With broken language, deep vernacular, unexpectedly fierce empathy, and a pace that'll break your granny's neck, Lindsay Hunter lures, cajoles, and wrenches readers into the wild world of Don't Kiss Me. Here you'll meet Peggy Paula, who works the late shift at Perkin's and envies the popular girls who come in to eat french fries and brag about how far they let the boys get with them. You'll meet a woman in her mid-thirties pining for her mean-spirited, abusive boyfriend, Del, a nine-year-old who is in no way her actual boyfriend. And just try to resist the noir story of a reluctant, Afrin-addled detective. Self-loathing, self-loving, and otherwise trapped by their own dumb selves, these characters make one cringe-worthy mistake after another. But for each bone-headed move, Hunter delivers a surprising moment that chokes you up as you peer into what seemed like deep emptiness and discover a profound longing for human understanding. It's the collision of these moments that make this a powerful, alive book. The stories of Don't Kiss Me are united by Hunter's singular voice and unflinching eye.By turns crass and tender, heartbreaking and devastatingly funny, her stories expose a world full of characters seemingly driven by desperation, but in the end, they're the ones who get the last laugh. Hunter is at the forefront of the boldest, most provocative writers working now.

Lindsay Hunter tells the stories no one else will in ways no one else can. In this down and dirty debut she draws vivid portraits of bad people in worse places. A woman struggles to survive her boyfriend's terror preparations. A wife finds that the key to her sex life lies in her dog's electric collar. Two teenagers violently tip the scales of their friendship. A rising star of the new fast fiction, Hunter bares all before you can blink in her bold, beautiful stories. In this collection of slim southern gothics, she offers an exploration not of the human heart but of the spine; mixing sex, violence and love into a harrowing, head-spinning read.

Lindsay Hunter tells the stories no one else will in ways no one else can. In this down and dirty debut she draws vivid portraits of bad people in worse places. A woman struggles to survive her boyfriend''s terror preparations. A wife finds that the key to her sex life lies in her dog’s electric collar. Two teenagers violently tip the scales of their friendship. A rising star of the new fast fiction, Hunter bares all before you can blink in her bold, beautiful stories. In this collection of slim southern gothics, she offers an exploration not of the human heart but of the spine; mixing sex, violence and love into a harrowing, head-spinning read.

In Lindsay Hunter’s achingly funny, fiercely honest second novel, Eat Only When You’re Hungry, we meet Greg - an overweight fifty-eight-year-old and the father of Greg Junior, GJ, who has been missing for three weeks. GJ’s been an addict his whole adult life, disappearing for days at a time, but for some reason this absence feels different, and Greg has convinced himself that he’s the only one who can find his son. So he rents an RV and drives from his home in West Virginia to the outskirts of Orlando, Florida, the last place GJ was seen. As we travel down the streets of the bizarroland that is Florida, the urgency to find GJ slowly recedes into the background, and the truths about Greg’s mistakes - as a father, a husband, a man - are uncovered.In Eat Only When You’re Hungry, Hunter elicits complex sympathy for her characters, asking the reader to take a closer look at the way we think about addiction—why we demonize the junkie but turn a blind eye to drinking a little too much or eating too much—and the fallout of failing ourselves.