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Susan Crawford

Biography

Susan Crawford

Susan Crawford grew up in Miami, Florida, and graduated from the University of Miami with a B.A. in English and a minor in psychology. She later moved to New York City and then to Boston before settling in Atlanta to raise three daughters and to work in the field of adult education. A member of The Atlanta Writers Club and The Village Writers, Susan teaches at Georgia Piedmont Technical College and dabbles in local politics. She lives in Atlanta with her husband and a trio of rescue cats, where she enjoys reading books, writing books, rainy days and spending time with the people she loves.

Books by Susan Crawford

by Susan Crawford - Fiction, Psychological Suspense, Psychological Thriller, Suspense, Thriller

It isn’t safe. That’s what Joe tells Dorrie when he ends their affair --- moments before their car skids off an icy road in a blinding snowstorm and hits a tree. Desperate to keep her life intact, Dorrie will do everything she can to protect herself. Joe’s death has left his wife in free fall as well. Trying to cope with grief is devastating enough without the constant fear that someone is watching you. Insurance investigator Maggie Devlin is suspicious of the latest claim that’s landed on her desk --- a man dying on an icy road shortly after buying a lucrative life insurance policy. As the fates of these three women become more tightly entwined, layers of lies and deception begin to peel away.

by Susan Crawford - Fiction, Psychological Suspense, Psychological Thriller, Suspense, Thriller

Dana Catrell is shocked when her neighbor, Celia, is brutally murdered. To Dana’s horror, she was the last person to see Celia alive. Suffering from mania, the result of her bipolar disorder, she has troubling holes in her memory, including what happened on the afternoon of Celia’s death. The closer she comes to piecing together the shards of her broken memory, the more she falls apart. Is there a murderer lurking inside of Dana...or is there one out there in the shadows of reality, waiting to strike again?