Preview - Wanting Daisy Dead by Sue Watson

Wanting Daisy Dead

Sue Watson

Copyright 2025

296 Pages

Okay, Daisy. Sweetie. Gurl. What on EARTH were you doing in your early twenties to rack up this many people who would happily shove you off a cliff? I mean… respect, I guess? Most of us are out here trying to keep one group chat from turning against us, and she’s collecting murder motives like they’re Pokémon cards. Truly iconic behavior.

Six college housemates went in. Five came out. And those five? Oh, they are a buffet of red flags.

We’ve got Lauren, whose “totally fictional, absolutely not based on real events, please don’t sue me” book about the murder launched her writing career. Then there’s Georgie, married to Dan, and their relationship is basically a competitive sport where the prize is emotional exhaustion. And Dan… buddy… sir… please exit stage left. Every time he opens his mouth I felt my soul leave my body.

Next up is Maddie, the aspiring actress/dancer who’s been people‑pleasing so long she might qualify for sainthood. And finally Alex, the tech bro everyone crushed on back in the day — the kind of guy who probably fixed your Wi‑Fi once and you never emotionally recovered.

Enter: two true‑crime podcasters with the moral compass of a reality TV producer. They’ve decided one of these five is the murderer, and naturally the best way to uncover the truth is to host a Podcast/Reality‑Show/Birthday‑Party‑for‑a‑Dead‑Girl hybrid. Because nothing says “justice” like a slightly threatening invitation and a bunch of hidden microphones.

So, they shove all the old housemates together for a weekend, shake the bottle, and wait for the secrets to explode. And oh, do they explode. These secrets have subplots. These secrets have their own secrets. I feel like I cannonballed into a pool of lies and now I’m just dog‑paddling through emotional debris.

The podcast voice memos sprinkled throughout? Chef’s kiss. They keep everyone suspicious, paranoid, and one passive‑aggressive comment away from a full meltdown.

Hold on — let me grab a giant bulletin board, some red string, and maybe a helmet. Because untangling this mess is going to be a wild ride, and honestly? I’m thriving.