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The Cruise Ship Lost My Daughter by Morgan Mayer

First, I would like to thank Net Galley for providing me with the opportunity to read this book before its publishing date!

I personally really enjoyed this story. The mystery and suspense interwoven throughout the story, along with just the overall cuteness of the elderly couple, Sheila and Shane McShane, who are on the search for the missing daughter, really drew me in and kept me involved in the story.

Shanna, a very talented art restorer, has been missing for six weeks, and her parents believe that she was kidnapped directly from the cruise ship vacation that she had been on around Europe. When she never comes home, and authorities seem to do nothing about the dire situation, Sheila and Shane take the situation into their own hands and decide to take a cruise. The same cruise ship that Shanna was last seen on, no less. Sheila and Shane follow the exact path their daughter took a few months before, determined to find her. After watching security videos of her time on the boat and constantly asking everyone they can if they had any information on Shanna, the couple finally gets leads they want and believe they are on the right track. However, trouble is brewing both aboard the ship and off it, and Sheila and Shane are in great danger. Will the couple be able to find their missing daughter? Or will they be stopped before they find her?

There were so many aspects of this book that I really loved. The details throughout the story were so vibrant and lovely, and there were times when I had such a vivid image in my head of the countries visited throughout the story in the search for Shanna.

The Cruise Ship Lost My Daughter will not be published until June 9, 2020, but I highly recommend checking it out once it's available if you're looking for a quality mystery to dive into!

4/5 stars!

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