Out from Bantam Press (UK) and Tor (US) now.
You Let Me In delivers a stunning tale from debut author Camilla Bruce, combining the sinister domestic atmosphere of Gillian Flynn’s Sharp Objects with the otherwordly thrills of Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane.
Cassandra Tipp is dead…or is she?
After all, the notorious recluse and eccentric bestselling novelist has always been prone to flights of fancy–everyone in town remembers the shocking events leading up to Cassie’s infamous trial (she may have been acquitted, but the insanity defense only stretches so far).
Cassandra Tipp has left behind no body–just her massive fortune, and one final manuscript.
Then again, there are enough bodies in her past–her husband Tommy Tipp, whose mysterious disembowelment has never been solved, and a few years later, the shocking murder-suicide of her father and brother.
Cassandra Tipp will tell you a story–but it will come with a terrible price. What really happened, out there in the woods–and who has Cassie been protecting all along? Read on, if you dare…
Praise for You Let Me In:
“By the end of the third page I was not only hooked, but beginning to think that this might be the best book I’d read all year . . . creepy, pagan, detailed, entrancing. I loved it.” —Joanne Harris, author of Chocolat and The Strawberry Thief
“You Let Me In is a bewitching, beguiling, and deeply unsettling tale of one woman’s strange life. It will ensnare you from page one and keep you riveted until the end.” —Caitlin Starling, author of The Luminous Dead
“You Let Me In is a dark, delicious confection of a novel, a tour-de-force of the unreliable narrator—or is it? Either way—I loved every word.” —Louisa Morgan, author of The Secret History of Witches
“Haunting, and harrowing, You Let Me In is the kind of fairy tale that keeps you up at night because the monsters are real. I couldn’t look away.” —Alix Harrow, Hugo award-winning author
“You Let Me In is a relentless, heartbreaking exploration of isolation, grooming, and the cycles of abuse that pursue the vulnerable. The Pepper Man is terrifying on levels that will stay with you long after you’ve put the book down, crawled into bed, closed your eyes, and told yourself that everything is going to be okay.”—Sarah Gailey, author of Magic For Liars
“Dark and immersive; a feast of storytelling that lingers long after the last morsel’s been consumed.” —Sam Lloyd, author of The Memory Wood
“A glorious, pitch-black fairytale of a book. Lush, strange and defiant. As soon as I finished it, I went straight back to the start and read it again.” —Kirsty Logan, author of Things We Say in the Dark
“Exploring the darker side of fairytales, it inhabits that liminal space where folklore and horror collide. A worrying tale where reality is filtered through the unreal, and the rational rubs shoulders with the supernatural, this is a beguiling story of love and revenge.” —Lucie McKnight Hardy, author of Water Shall Refuse Them
“Readers will find themselves engrossed on a wild trip to a parallel, earthly dimension…masterful…an enthralling story, a genre-blender that perplexes…Neil Gaiman fans are a ready audience for this superb debut, but also suggest it to any patron who’s ready for something astonishingly different.” —Booklist, starred review
“The suspense builds as the truth about Tipp’s past and present emerges slowly and incrementally… Bruce is especially good at raising goosebumps. Fans of Sarah Pinborough will welcome this new talent.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review
“Bruce’s spooky novel is lascivious and bloody, a tale of sexual awakening and dark desires that wreathes its leafy tendrils seductively around you, then tightens them until they start to strangle.” —James Lovegrove, Financial Times
“Smart, creepy . . . glittering and menacing . . . deliciously terrifying.” —Laird Hunt, Guardian
“This beguiling and unsettling debut had me hooked from the first page . . . a unique, strange and defiant folk horror story which lingers long in the memory.” —Daily Express
“In this storytelling masterclass, everything is inverted.” —Daily Mail