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Book SynopsisThe basis for KILLING EVE, now a major BBC TV series, starring Sandra Oh and Jodie Comer
On the run together, Eve Polastri and the psychopathic Villanelle take refuge in the underworld of St Petersburg. But the Twelve are closing in, as are the Russian security services. As the chess-game intensifies, and the grip of winter tightens, the couple are drawn into a nightmare realm of conspiracy and murder.
Die For Me is a fast-paced, sophisticated thriller but also a poignant tale of love and erotic obsession. As the action races towards its shattering conclusion, can Eve and Villanelle learn to fully trust each other or will their differences destroy them?
Codename Villanelle and No Tomorrow, the first two installments of the Killing Eve series, are out now!
Praise for Killing Eve TV series
'A dazzling thriller . . . mightily entertaining' Guardian
'Entertaining, clever and darkly comic' New York Times
Trade ReviewEnthralling . . . deftly shaped towards an excellent denouement in which both women revolt against their male bosses and the organisations behind them * Sunday Times, Thriller of the Month *
Enthralling . . . deftly shaped towards an excellent denouement in which both women revolt against their male bosses and the organisations behind them * Sunday Times, Thriller of the Month *
Forget the overrated TV series, Luke Jennings's tales of Sapphic slapstick work better on the page and this sequel to Codename Villanelle ignores the events of Phoebe Waller-Bridge's adaptation. Like his remarkable crackpot assassin, Jennings goes his own sweet way. Once again the reader is treated to a banquet of minced spies. The echoes of Ian Fleming and John le Carré are deafening and the ensuing double-crossing and switch-hitting outspoofs them both * Evening Standard *
Forget the overrated TV series, Luke Jennings's tales of Sapphic slapstick work better on the page and this sequel to Codename Villanelle ignores the events of Phoebe Waller-Bridge's adaptation. Like his remarkable crackpot assassin, Jennings goes his own sweet way. Once again the reader is treated to a banquet of minced spies. The echoes of Ian Fleming and John le Carré are deafening and the ensuing double-crossing and switch-hitting outspoofs them both * Evening Standard *
