Dead Ringer
Two faces. One name.
She does things at night she can't remember.
She thinks she's losing her mind. Someone is taking it.
Since her sister's death, Ivy Carrow has been a sleepwalker. At night she leaves her bed and does things she can't remember by morning — witnessed only by Adam, her patient, devoted husband, who tells her each morning what she did.
But Ivy was once a sound restorer. And her trained ear hears something in Adam's proof videos that shouldn't be there: a splice. From that moment she stops asking What did I do? and starts asking a far more frightening question: Who is leading me?
She has a single night to prove she was never a sleepwalker — and that the man everyone believes has her sister's death on his hands. And nearly her own.
But the closer Ivy comes to the truth, the louder the question grows, the one that could unmake her completely: what if the memories she's been handed were never hers at all?
A psychological thriller about guilt, gaslighting, and how far we can trust what we're told about ourselves.
| Language | Title | Format | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 🇺🇸 English | Bedtime | Kindle & Paperback | View on Amazon |
| 🇩🇪 German | Schlafwandlerin | Kindle | View on Amazon |
| 🇪🇸 Spanish | La Sonámbula | Kindle | View on Amazon |
| 🇮🇹 Italian | La Sonnambula | Kindle | View on Amazon |
Two faces. One name.
The voice she'll never forget.
Someone still lives by her calendar.