Ranking 10 Of My Favourite Freida McFadden Books

Millie’s back, and honestly? She’s better than ever. This time she’s cleaning house for the wealthy, mysterious Garricks in their gorgeous Manhattan penthouse, except she never actually sees Mrs Garrick, who stays shut away behind a locked bedroom door.

The more Millie cleans, the more convinced she becomes that something is very, very wrong in that apartment. And you know our girl. She simply cannot leave it alone. Twisty, propulsive, and somehow even more addictive than the first.

The one that started the whole obsession, darlings. Millie is fresh out of a rough past and desperate for a fresh start when she lands a live-in maid job with the picture-perfect Winchesters. The catch?

Her cramped attic bedroom locks from the outside, Nina Winchester blows hot and cold in the most unsettling way, and nothing behind that glossy front door is what it seems. If you’ve somehow not read this yet, cancel your evening plans.

A med student. Her final overnight rotation. One night in the hospital’s locked psychiatric ward, how bad could it be? Bad, darlings. Very bad.

The doors seal shut behind her, the patients are deeply unnerving, and as the hours crawl by she starts to lose her grip on who in that ward is actually sane… including herself. Claustrophobic in the best, sweatiest-palms way.

Newlyweds Tricia and Ethan get snowed in at a remote mansion they’re house-hunting, completely cut off from the world. The delicious little detail?

The house belonged to a famous therapist who vanished without a trace, and Tricia discovers her old session tapes hidden away inside. Reader, she presses play. Of course she does. I would too.

Sydney’s dating life in New York is an absolute catalogue of horrors, until she finally meets The One. Charming, handsome, a doctor, the whole package. Meanwhile, a killer is quietly working his way through the city’s women, dating them before he strikes.

Surely her perfect man couldn’t possibly be… no. Right? Right? A wickedly fun “is-he-or-isn’t-he” that had me side-eyeing every man alive.

Blake had the dream, the big job, the gorgeous fiancée, the covetable Manhattan brownstone, right up until it all came crashing down and he had to take in a tenant to keep the lights on. She seems perfectly lovely.

She is not perfectly lovely. What follows is a spiral of gaslighting, escalating chaos and questionable choices, told from a male point of view. Messy in the way I deeply respect.

Casey’s isolated cabin is barely holding together against a monster of a storm when she spots a young girl outside in the dark, alone, silent, covered in blood, and gripping a knife she will not let go of.

There’s someone at your door, darlings. Do you let her in? A tense, trapped-in-one-place slow burn that tightens with every single chapter.

Debbie is the beloved advice columnist every wife in New England writes to when she’s ignored, belittled, or worse. Then Debbie loses her job, starts to suspect her own husband is keeping secrets, and decides she is officially done being the bigger person.

This one is pure “good for her” energy, a gleefully unhinged revenge thriller with a heroine you’ll be cheering for even when you probably shouldn’t.

Abby wants a baby more than anything in the world, and after years of heartbreak, her devoted assistant Monica makes the most generous offer imaginable: she’ll be their surrogate. Dream come true!

Except Monica isn’t quite the saint everyone insists she is, and the closer that baby gets, the more the ground shifts under Abby’s feet. One of Freida’s early gems, and the blueprint for so much of what makes her books so unputdownable.

Naomi comes home one ordinary afternoon to find the locks changed, the accounts drained, and her husband on the doorstep asking for a divorce, with a beautiful younger girlfriend already waiting in the wings.

But instead of walking away quietly, Naomi becomes utterly fixated on the other woman, and starts digging into secrets that put her in far more danger than she bargained for. Freida’s most recent, and a proper rug-puller.