Assassin Thriller

Ember Clarke is a nimble killer-for-hire. She only accepts jobs to snuff out dirtbags who deserve it, like the serial rapist currently in her crosshairs; the latest of her contracts. But when a rival Club hitman shows up to steal the contract - and put a knife in her back - she has no choice but to add another stiff to her body count. But she quickly learns that the Club will not tolerate killing another member, even in self defense.

Quando Carla torna a casa il suo gatto sonnecchia sul divano. Come sempre, a casa degli zii (Carla vive con loro da quando... a questo preferisce non pensare) non c'è nessuno, a parte il gatto. Ma oggi Cucco è strano. Ha le zampe bagnate. E lascia delle impronte. Rosse. Di sangue? All'improvviso in casa fanno irruzione due agenti, in divisa e senza distintivo: sarà perché sono in missione speciale? Carla non sa se fidarsi, ma non c'è tempo: la fanno salire in macchina e portano via anche il gatto. Si ritrova così al centro di un'indagine per omicidio.

The Red Countess, the lady Valentina Winters. If you see her, it's likely to be the last vision in your life. The Red Countess is on the trail of someone she loves. Unfortunately, the trail is blocked by someone who fears the day she finds out the truth. A truth she is willing to kill to learn. Archie has made a bold move. A move that will accomplish much for his efforts in the conclave. Or give the Assassin a chance to claim his head. You never accomplish great things by risking small amounts. Is Archie willing to risk his life to get what he wants most?

Valentina has a problem. An assassin competitor shows up unannounced and unappreciated. Never a good situation to find oneself in. The Conclave members are infighting and providing her additional jobs. Now, if those jobs weren't in conflict, life might have been a touch easier to handle. With an assassin on her tail, two powerfully rich competitors vying for her services, and worries about her missing sibling, she is determined to make it all work out in the end. Or several people are going to die.

Stephen L. Carter’s brilliant debut, The Emperor of Ocean Park, spent 11 week son the New York Times best seller list. Now, in Jericho’s Fall, Carter turns his formidable talents to the shadowy world of spies, official secrecy, and financial fraud in a thriller that rivets the listener’s attention until the very last minute. In an imposing house in the Colorado Rockies, Jericho Ainsley, former head of the Central Intelligence Agency and a Wall Street titan, lies dying.

The most riveting novel yet in Christopher Reich’s New York Times best-selling series - featuring Dr. Jonathan Ransom and his undercover-agent wife Emma, a dangerous woman with a mysterious past who has gone rogue in the high-stakes, serpentine world of international spies. In 1980, a secret American B-52 crashes high in a remote mountain range on the Pakistan-Afghanistan border. Nearly 30 years later, and spanning locales from those peaks to New York City, a terrible truth will be revealed.

The body lying on its back before us was unquestionably that of the man who had attempted to kill Holmes and I with explosives at Glenbury Gardens. He wore the same dark clothing, although his hat was gone, and the hare lip was a livid scar on his pallid face. Strangely, it crossed my mind that what could be seen of his expression in death was softer than that he had worn in life.

Set in fogbound wintry Milan, In the Name of Ishmael is the story of a secret cult of assassins and the two detectives who set out to reveal the true identity of Ishmael, the group's heavily protected and enigmatic leader.

As criminal gangs rampage unchecked across London, a secretive elite squad begins a campaign of action, delivering the guilty to the cops – along with all the evidence they need for a conviction. But when innocent people are shot after the vigilante crew blunders into a major police operation – Detective Rick Turner among the unintended victims – it’s clear they must be stopped. Rick’s brother Sam might be able to help, but he’s a fugitive from the law himself, on nobody’s side but his own.

Me llamo Darío Pertegaz, soy agente de la Policía Nacional y si están leyendo estas líneas, eso querrá decir que ya estaré muerto. Voy a suicidarme. Así comienza esta novela donde se narra lo que le sucedió a un policía corrupto y a su estricta compañera en el transcurso de una compleja investigación destinada a atrapar a un despiadado asesino en serie cuyo particular código moral le impide matar a personas inocentes. Permítanme contarles esta historia. Hónrenme con su lectura.

Démis de ses fonctions de commandant à la PJ parisienne, le lieutenant Lucas Dorinel vit son exil brestois comme une petite mort. Jusqu'à ce qu'un message obscur "Les Bêtes seront sacrifiées" lui rappelle ce que la mort, la vraie, a de plus terrifiant. Car le message le conduit à un cadavre. Sauvagement mutilé. Celui d'un homme incarcéré huit ans plus tôt pour le meurtre d'un enfant. En s'adressant directement à lui, l'assassin réveille en Lucas à la fois son instinct de flic et sa violence. Le meurtrier et lui sont faits de la même étoffe.

Roma, 46 d.C. Durante un inverno particolarmente freddo, la domus di Publio Aurelio Stazio diventa il terreno di caccia di un assassino feroce e crudele, che colpisce con intelligenza e sprezzo del pericolo, lasciando una vera e propria scia di sangue tra le stanze della villa. Sembra prediligere vittime omosessuali, ma comprendere la logica, il movente del killer, è impossibile. C'è un disegno dietro quelle morti, o si tratta solo di brutale follia omicida? Quale legame c'è, se c'è, tra le vittime? E, soprattutto, cui prodest?, "a chi giova?" si chiede addolorato Publio Aurelio.

Having barely escaped the clutches of the Guard, Sefia and Archer are back on the run, slipping into the safety of the forest to tend to their wounds and plan their next move. Haunted by painful memories, Archer struggles to overcome the trauma of his past with the impressors, whose cruelty plagues him whenever he closes his eyes. But when Sefia and Archer happen upon a crew of impressors in the wilderness, Archer finally finds a way to combat his nightmares: by hunting impressors and freeing the boys they hold captive.

In six minutes, one of us would be dead. None of us knew it was coming. So says Wes Holloway, a once-cocky and ambitious presidential aide, about the day that changed his life forever. On that Fourth of July, Wes put Ron Boyle, the chief executive's oldest friend, into the presidential limousine. By the time the trip came to an end, Wes was permanently disfigured, and Boyle was dead, the victim of a crazed assassin.

I’m officially dead. Unofficially, I’m alive and on the run. There are new questions. New dangers. New scars that cut deep. There’s also my new travel buddy, a total psycho who could kill me any moment. And did I mention I’m hated all over the internet? Meanwhile, the evil JPAC are planning something terrible that puts us all eyeballs deep in trouble. So, do I lay low and keep running? Or risk everything and fight back? Whatever I do next, it’s gonna determine the rest of my (potentially very short) life. It could decide yours too.

Guy believed he’d found the answer to overcoming that bleak dysfunctional fatalism they all felt. Bottling up emotions isn’t good, he reasoned. So, he would do what ordinary people did and he would set up an emotional support group. It was only when the newest member joined the group that things started to happen. The tables were turning and the assassins found themselves being targeted. This wasn’t good, but at least it gave an opportunity to get away from the hotel that served the worst tea imaginable.

Victor è un assassino abile, spietato, una faccia che scompare tra la folla senza lasciare indizi. Rintracciato da un vecchio contatto che gli chiede di proteggere la figlia Gisele, accetta l'incarico in nome della vecchia amicizia che lo lega a Eleanor, la madre della ragazza. Gisele è a Londra e, stando alle poche notizie che si hanno di lei, è diventata l'obiettivo dei nemici di suo padre.

The sun had begun its descent towards the western horizon and the promise of warmth was sinking with it. Gold and pink rays glancing off mountaintops spread as one over the frozen lake below. Midway up a mountain slope overlooking the lake and not too far from where the Urals trailed off into the wasteland, Pavel Rostislav lay in wait. A light wind whispered across the incline, bringing cold that found a way through his winter gear and set him shivering.

Victor, con il suo ultimo lavoro sporco per una fazione dell'agenzia di intelligence americana, si è creato nuovi nemici potenti e ogni sua mossa può essere l'ultima. Vive braccato dai sicari di un intermediario a cui lui stesso dà la caccia, e da poco si trova anche nel mirino di Antonio Alvarez, un funzionario dell'agenzia di spionaggio americana che essendosi fatto strada fino a raggiungere i piani alti può finalmente scovare l’assassino che gli è sfuggito durante un’operazione a Parigi.

Victor ha un talento naturale per l'omicidio. Sicario abile e spietato si trova costretto a lavorare per conto di un misterioso agente della CIA: tre sconosciuti, tre colpi. Ma il lavoro non è veloce e pulito come avrebbe voluto. Man mano che il killer elimina le sue vittime, si rende conto che il gioco si fa sempre più complesso, intricato e letale. Nel suo mestiere non è sempre facile tracciare una linea netta tra nemici e alleati, ma Victor si accorge di essere nel mezzo di una guerra segreta.