Would you go to a beauty clinic that promises to transform your life? If you’re prepared to put the work in.
 
It seems like the opportunity of a lifetime. An all-inclusive stay at a top-of-the-line wellness retreat for a month of pampering and luxury. Not just anyone gets in. Guests are hand selected.

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They promise big results: a total transformation. All you have to do is take a few pills every day. Join in the activities. Make some new friends.

But then you start to lose track of time. The meals get smaller. Everything is taken away from you. And the guests start disappearing . . . will you be next?

My Review

I really enjoyed this. What an entertaining book! Scary, creepy, spooky, sinister and at times just plain bat-shit crazy – all the ingredients I love in a locked house mystery (if there is such a genre).

The Beautiful You Clinic is supposed to be an exclusive beauty retreat where six eager applicants have been selected to pay a fortune to transform their lives. Lose weight, discover beauty secrets, learn to love themselves. A month of pampering and luxury. Healthy food, no alcohol, plenty of exercise. And lots of pills and injections. Plus a signed contract, no phones or contact with the outside world and never leaving the house or grounds. Sounds good? In theory the results will justify the weirdness. In practice – well we shall soon see.

This month’s intake consists of Amy, who sees herself as fat and frumpy and an underachiever. If she loses the weight, her boyfriend will love her again and she’ll get a fab new job. Her parents are paying. Gaynor with her copper curls and red lipstick is mouthy and seemingly more confident than Amy. They can be friends and you need a ‘friend at times like this’. Caroline and Vicky are already pals. Audrey is older than the others and harbours a terrible secret. Jasmine is already skinny but wants to lose the stubborn few extra pounds that are preventing her from becoming the next supermodel. A perfect group of vulnerable women to fall under the spell of the glamorous Dr Cavendish who runs the clinic.

But the clinic used to be a psychiatric hospital called Pine End Asylum, where Jenny was a patient until it closed three years ago. Bob the builder wanted to knock the place down and put up new houses, but he wasn’t awarded the contract. He wants Jenny to return under cover of darkness and take photos of anything and everything that might incriminate the doctor so she is unable to renew her licence. He’s prepared to pay and Jenny is broke and owes him rent. She lives in one of his houses. It’s a dangerous mission. Is she up to it?

Sometimes The Clinic is far-fetched to the point of being as loony as its previous patients, but the excitement and the action never let up for a moment. In fact I read the last third into the night as I desperately wanted to know what happens to Amy, Jenny and co. A perfect holiday read so long as you aren’t staying in an exclusive wellness retreat.

Many thanks to @zooloo2008 for inviting me to be part of this blog tour.

About the Author

Sally-Anne grew up near Sheffield, in the north of England. She has worked as a writer, film and television extra and formerly as an auxiliary nurse, including a spell working in one of the last Victorian asylums in England.

As a child she loved Hammer House and Tales of the Unexpected, so unsurprisingly her books lean towards the darker side. She writes female led thrillers, inspired by the working-class women she grew up with.

She has written for international print and digital publications and won an ITV initiative for her short film script Freak Show.

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