Six Years
Six years have passed since Jake Fisher watched Natalie, the love of his life, marry another man. Six years of hiding a broken heart by throwing himself into his career as a college professor. Six years of keeping his promise to leave Natalie alone, and six years of tortured dreams of her life with her new husband, Todd.
But six years haven’t come close to extinguishing his feelings, and when Jake comes across Todd’s obituary, he can’t keep himself away from the funeral. There he gets the glimpse of Todd’s wife he’s hoping for . . . but she is not Natalie. Whoever the mourning widow is, she’s been married to Todd for more than a decade, and with that fact everything Jake thought he knew about the best time of his life—a time he has never gotten over—is turned completely inside out.
As Jake searches for the truth, his picture-perfect memories of Natalie begin to unravel. Mutual friends of the couple either can’t be found or don’t remember Jake. No one has seen Natalie in years. Jake’s search for the woman who broke his heart—and who lied to him—soon puts his very life at risk as it dawns on him that the man he has become may be based on carefully constructed fiction.
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Harlan Coben
Few writers can turn the ordinary into the ominous quite like Harlan Coben. His thrillers don’t just keep readers turning pages—they drag them headfirst into a world where secrets refuse to stay buried, and the past is never as distant as it seems. Whether unraveling a decades-old mystery or exposing the dark undercurrents of suburban life, Coben has a knack for making the familiar suddenly feel dangerous.
Born and raised in New Jersey, Coben found early inspiration in the seemingly quiet neighborhoods around him. Behind those manicured lawns and white picket fences, he sensed the potential for chaos—a theme that would become a hallmark of his work. He didn’t set out to be a writer, though. It wasn’t until his senior year at Amherst College, where he majored in political science, that the urge to tell stories took hold. Once it did, there was no turning back.

