Humor Suspense

A satire of teenage life follows cynical soon-to-graduate Flannery Culp on a raucous journey through high school in the 1990s, covering SATs, college applications, friends, boyfriends, tabloid journalism, and TV talk shows. A first novel.

Cantankerous octogenarian Paul Jacobson must solve a series of murders while struggling with the problems of his short-term memory loss. Paul learns about the homeless community, disreputable art dealers and the beach scene in Venice Beach, California, and must dance a geezer two-step to stay out of the clutches of the police and the bad guys.

In this “fast-paced, juicy read full of flirtation, danger, and lies” (Kristin Harmel, New York Times bestselling author), a single mom goes undercover to investigate a host of disturbing secrets held by the leaders of a local suburban parent-school association, including embezzlement...

"Je tournai la tête vers lui et un nouveau sourire naquit sur mes lèvres. Ils étaient de plus en plus nombreux ces derniers jours. - Parfait, répondis-je. Je claquai des doigts au rythme de la chanson qui passait dans les enceintes de la voiture. Une étincelle attira mon attention. Une étincelle. Dans mes doigts. C'était tout à fait logique. Je claquai à nouveau et cette fois une flamme se mit à danser au creux de ma main. - Je crois qu'il se passe un truc, dis-je.

Archie a mis la main sur Esteban, qui a été kidnappé. Il a l'air en bonne santé physique, mais le pauvre, on l'a privé de chamallows, alors niveau moral ça va pas tip-top. Archie est heureuse de le retrouver, mais elle est aussi blessée par les derniers combats. Une balle lui a effleuré le bras, elle pisse le sang. Elle s'est pris également un choc à la tête et le ravisseur d'Esteban l'a électrocutée pour s'assurer qu'aucun micro ou traqueur qu'elle pourrait avoir sur elle ne fonctionne.

L'apocalypse s'est abattue. Enfin presque. Enfin oui. Enfin non. Enfin, ça dépend du point de vue. Du point de vue d'Archie, le manque de chamallows est une forme d'apocalypse, alors bon... La voilà en direction de chez ses parents, avec une seule envie : épouser un lance-flammes, histoire de cramer une fois pour toutes le manoir où ils vivent. Comment ça elle a un petit souci avec la famille ? Mais pas du tout, absolument pas, c'est la famille qui a un problème avec elle, ça n'a rien à voir.

It has been said that somewhere in the world you have an exact double. This rocket-ride of a novel ignites with the sudden cry of "Ai! Pedrito!", as Naval Lieutenant Tom Smith discovers that his exact look-alike is the notorious South American revolutionary and spy, Pedrito Miraflores. Inspired by a real incident in the life of L. Ron Hubbard, Ai! Pedrito! is a fun-to-listen-to, compelling novel of what can sometimes happen when intelligence goes wrong.

Numero Zero is the feverish and delightfully readable tale of a ghostwriter in Milan whose work pulls him into an underworld of media politics and murderous conspiracies (involving the cadaver of Mussolini's double, naturally). This novel is vintage Eco - corrupt newspapers, clandestine plots, imaginary histories - and will appeal to his many readers and earn him legions of new ones.

Etta Mae is frustrated with her trailer-park life and her no-good family, and she has big dreams for something better. Working as the home nurse for the elderly but wealthy Howard Connard, Sr., she finally sees her chance - with her sexy curves and infectious charm, Etta Mae is determined to become his wife. Unfortunately, Connard's scheming, money-hungry son and stuck-up daughter-in-law are equally determined to make sure she doesn't.

What, you ask, is a Fred Fitch? Well, for one thing, Fred Fitch is the man with the most extensive collection of fake receipts, phony bills of sale, and counterfeit sweepstakes tickets in the Western hemisphere, and possibly in the entire world. For another thing, Fred Fitch may be the only New York City resident in the twentieth century to buy a money machine.

Fifteen years ago, a murder/suicide in room 712 rocked the grand old Bellweather Hotel and the young bridesmaid who witnessed it. Now hundreds of high school musicians, including quiet bassoonist Rabbit Hatmaker and his brassy diva twin, Alice, have gathered in its cavernous, crumbling halls for the annual Statewide festival; the grown-up bridesmaid has returned to face her demons; and a snowstorm is forecast that will trap everyone on the grounds. Then one of the orchestra’s stars disappears—from room 712.

This is how my tombstone read: Elizabeth Anne Taylor. April 25, 1974-April 25, 2004. Our sweetheart, only resting. Only, I wasn’t resting under it. I had, of course, died in the spring. Rose in the early dawn hours the day of my funeral and gone on undead walkabout. Since my body was MIA, the funeral was canceled. But my mother, who had been in a huge fight with my dad and stepmom about what to spend on my marble tombstone, had rushed to order the thing. By the time it was finished, no funeral, no service, no burial. So anyway, my tombstone had been in storage for the last six months.

Farrah "Digit" Higgins may be going to MIT in the fall, but this L.A. high school genius has left her geek self behind in another school district so she can blend in with the popular crowd at Santa Monica High and actually enjoy her senior year. But when Farrah, the daughter of a UCLA math professor, unknowingly cracks a terrorist group's number sequence, her laid-back senior year gets a lot more interesting. Soon she is personally investigating the case, on the run from terrorists, and faking her own kidnapping - all while trying to convince a young, hot FBI agent to take her seriously.

ASBOs may be the pride and joy of New Labour, but they don't cut much ice with Horace Rumpole - he takes the old-fashioned view that if anyone is going to be threatened with a restriction of their liberty then some form of legal proceeding ought to be gone through first. When one of the Timson children is given an ASBO for playing football in the street, Rumpole soon realizes something fishy is going on.

Detective Ulf Varg from the Department of Sensitive Crimes is often called upon to investigate unusual matters. But rarely is he asked to conduct an inquiry on behalf of his own family. Is such a thing ethical? Adding to Ulf's moral discomfort is the fact that he does not exactly see eye to eye with his younger brother Bjorn - a leading player in one of Sweden's right-wing parties, the Moderate Extremists. Still, family is family, so Ulf finds himself working to uncover the mole leaking secrets to a rival party, the Extreme Moderates.

Ein Fernsehkrimi wird in Zürich gedreht, unter anderem im Umfeld der Universität. Das Drehbuch basiert auf dem Bestseller von Literaturprofessor Martin Hegel. Nach Beendigung der Dreharbeiten verschwindet dessen Assistentin, und Hegel wird erpresst. Er soll Lösegeld bezahlen. Armand Muzaton, Leiter der Zürcher Kriminalpolizei, stößt auf ein undurchsichtiges Geflecht aus Abhängigkeiten und Lügen.

A man with dark thoughts on his mind is racing along the remote snowy roads of Hurmevaara in Finland when there is flash in the sky and something crashes into the car. That something turns about to be a highly valuable meteorite. With euro signs lighting up the eyes of the locals, the unexpected treasure is temporarily placed in a neighbourhood museum, under the watchful eye of a priest named Joel.

Autumn has descended and crops are being harvested all over Crozet, Virginia, ideal conditions for a scenic drive for Harry and husband Fair. Bucolic views are all well and good, but Harry's nose for trouble leads her straight to a cornfield's macabre scarecrow - an all too real murder victim that frightens all but the noisy crows.

Mafalda Cinquetti hat sich geschworen, Murano nie zu verlassen. Doch das Leben nimmt eine überraschende Wendung – und plötzlich lebt sie mit ihren besten Freundinnen Lucia und Alma in einem alten Palazzo im venezianischen Stadtteil Castello. Zwischen Caffè in der Sonne, genussvollen Abendessen und den besten Pizzerien der Stadt beginnt sie, sich in ihr neues Leben einzufinden.

Me and the legendary Zimmerman twins - it's a friendship made in geek heaven. And it all started back when I worked for the NSA... My best friend Basia dragged me to the beach for her idea of a vacation. All those annoying people, sand in embarrassing places - not exactly R & R for a girl who doesn't like the sun, the ocean, or bathing suits. I couldn't wait to get back to work. But things started looking up when I ran into Elvis and Xavier Zimmerman. We discovered we had a lot in common: gaming, anchovies, hacking.