Thank you to the publisher for a e-copy of the book.  All thoughts are my own and unbiased. When I started I confess, it felt like reading someone’s diary.  It felt sneaky, it felt private and most of all it gave me a first-class ticket on someone’s personal ride to hell.  There was a deep undercurrent of evil fizzling through the story, threatening to snap up to the surface, making its presence known, jolting everyone back to the past.   You just knew that something sinister was going to invade everyone’s space.  The cover sent a chill down my spine.  A reunion, seven friends…what could go wrong? Seven friends reunite, and…