The Vanishing Series

Her husband was handsome. Charming. Wealthy. Every woman’s dream. Until the night he vowed to bury her where no one would ever find her. Now she’s hiding in the Blue Ridge Mountains, building a life quiet enough that the past can’t follow. But Sheriff Burke Scott sees what she tries to conceal—the flinch at passing headlights, the way she checks over her shoulder. Even his K-9, Rosie, senses the danger she carries. Then the peace shatters. A blacked-out luxury SUV appears on her dead-end road. A private jet lands at the mountain airstrip—silent, unannounced, unmistakably his. He’s found her.

On a frozen mountain road just outside Sylva, North Carolina, Deputy Sara Parker vanishes without a trace. With a blizzard closing in and time slipping away, Sheriff Burke Scott and Special Agent Tessa Quinn race against the storm—and against a predator who knows exactly how to stay hidden. But this isn’t just a disappearance. It’s a game of control. As the investigation deepens, buried secrets begin to surface, and the lines between trust and deception blur. Because in the Blue Ridge Mountains…not everyone wants Sara to be found. And someone is always watching.

Lila Grant doesn’t just reopen a cold case—he invites millions to play judge and jury. As #MercerMurderer trends, the quiet town of Sylva is stripped bare for a global audience. Defense attorney Eleanor Harper is back in the crosshairs. Someone is using the same playbook that once destroyed her, and this time, there’s nowhere left to hide. DA Reid Calloway knows exactly how to get under her skin—and into her bed. In court, she dismantles his case. In private, he dismantles her defenses.

She painted the truth. Then she vanished. When gallery curator Izzy Moreno leaves Denver for a surprise birthday trip to the mountain town of Sylva, North Carolina, the last thing she expects is to end up staying at Bridlepath Farm with Grant Scott—the quiet, rugged horse trainer who seems determined to keep everyone at arm’s length. But beneath the beauty of the Blue Ridge Mountains, Sylva has always buried its secrets well.