Callista Arden lives in a crooked old farmhouse deep in New England, where the fog rolls in like it has a vendetta and the floorboards gossip at night. She shares this charmingly unsettling home with her husband, two unruly rescue dogs, and at least one ghost with boundary issues.
She writes psychological thrillers about complicated women, murky secrets, and people who definitely should have known better. Her stories are fueled by black coffee, spite, and the occasional walk in the woods to plot imaginary murders.
When she’s not plotting fictional betrayals, she enjoys hiking, eavesdropping in cafés, and alphabetizing her bookshelf—again. She believes the best thrillers start with a lie, end with a gasp, and keep you checking the locks at night.
Callista Arden lives in a crooked old farmhouse deep in New England, where the fog rolls in like it has a vendetta and the floorboards gossip at night. She shares this charmingly unsettling home with her husband, two unruly rescue dogs, and at least one ghost with boundary issues.
She writes psychological thrillers about complicated women, murky secrets, and people who definitely should have known better. Her stories are fueled by black coffee,...