The house didn't ask for what happened... Screams, and stains, and blood, and the mother, slowly sinking towards the floor.

'In Hot Springs Drive, Hunter mixes a perfect cocktail: precise and gritty writing, achingly and terrifyingly real characters, with a dash of mystery and darkness' Claire Fuller, author of The Memory of Animals

'Poignant, luscious, brutal, gorgeous, heartbreaking and totally unique - this stunning book destroyed me, and I didn't want it to end' Andrea Bartz, New York Times bestselling author of The Spare Room

'A bold, unflinching exploration of female friendship, motherhood and desire, with an unforgettable anti-heroine as its bloody, beating heart. I've read nothing like it' Kirstin Chen, New York Times bestselling author of Counterfeit

'Hot Springs Drive left me absolutely gutted, devastated... This is truly brilliant, sexy and sly storytelling.' Deesha Philyaw, author of The Secret Lives of Church Ladies

'I f**ing loved this. Thrilling and gorgeously observed, Hot Springs Drive surprises with both what the characters do and what they don't do, all with sentences as tightly spring-loaded as an over-tuned guitar string.' A.E. Osworth, author of We Are Watching Eliza Bright

'Hot Springs Drive has everything you could want in a book, delivered when you least expect it. Truly ugly and beautiful humanity. Electrifying chemistry in heartbreaking places. Hope when it seems all hope is lost. And mystery that goes way beyond a simple whodunnit. I'm in awe' Diane Cook, author of The New Wilderness

'A haunting meditation on human desire and the monstrosity that can emerge out of ordinary hearts, on ordinary suburban streets... I couldn't stop turning the pages' Ashley Winstead, author of The Last Housewife