New Crime Thrillers

When Rachel moves into the spare room in Mary’s flat, everyone is quick to jump to the conclusion that there’s something strange about her. Everyone apart from Mary. And when Rachel starts sleepwalking, the flatmates’ fears grow. But there’s something about the new girl that Mary can’t help but trust, and having recently escaped a toxic relationship, she needs the support. Rachel becomes a friend and an ally, and Mary soon discovers that they have more in common than she ever could have imagined. In fact, Rachel seems to know more about Mary than she knows about herself....

A journey to a faraway world… With mankind on the brink of economic collapse, a population growing at an unmanageable rate and a limited supply of natural resources, there is only one place we can look to for our future… the stars. A deep space mining tug is sent to HD 85512 B, an Earth-like planet codenamed New Dawn, to begin a mission that will eventually see the relocation of humanity. …but will they survive?

Kerry Keen is a young millionaire playboy by day to hide his nocturnal adventures as a costumed airborne crime fighter! From a secret underground hangar on his Long Island estate in the Graylands, The Griffon takes to the skies in the Black Bullet, his supercharged and heavily armed seaplane on missions of justice and vengeance! Six tales of action, excitement, mystery and amazing aerial adventure take flight in this collection.

Ashley McKenna is a blunt instrument. Find someone, scare someone, carry something; point him at the job, he gets it done. He generally accepts money upon completion, though a bottle of whiskey works, too - he's comfortable working on a barter system. It's not the career he dreamed about (archeologist) but it keeps him comfortable in his ever-changing East Village neighborhood.

Having just graduated from the Law Enforcement Academy, Sheriff Robert Trent Jr returns home to find a new and lethal drug has invaded the county and there have been fatal overdoses. Within days, rumors start that claim the Sheriff is taking payoffs and is a part of the criminal activity. As Trent tries to understand this new challenge, a dead body is dropped next to the Yellowstone River. Once again, Bobby is in over his head.

A questo autore dall'inconfondibile vena pessimista e cruda, dall'originale scrittura raffinata e apparentemente naturale, tratta dal linguaggio parlato, ma piena di intrusioni e slanci d'autore, appartiene una serie di romanzi dimenticati, a metà tra il romanzo criminale e il western. A questo filone, quasi sfociante nel dramma antirazzista, che allora furoreggiava in certo cinema e in certo teatro americano alla Tennessee Williams, appartiene "Rossa".

The most civilized and 'decent' among us find that we are complicit with the most brutal murderers. We enter into literally unspeakable alliances - of which we dare not speak except through the obliquities and indirections of fiction, poetry, and visual art of the sort gathered here in New Jersey Noir.

In the sultry shadows of 1918 New Orleans, death has a rhythm all its own. When a string of brutal, axe-wielding murders shatters the city’s uneasy peace, Detective Louis Beaulieu is thrust into a chilling hunt for a phantom whose only calling cards are shattered skulls and bloodstained jazz notes. As fear grips the streets, the elusive Axeman sends a nightmarish ultimatum to the public: play jazz through the night—or face the blade.

'Roberta Kray really is the queen of crime writing!' 5-star Reader Review Some secrets are worth killing for. Julia left London years ago, but now she's back - and so are the ghosts of her past. Angel Glover was her childhood best friend until the day everything changed. Now Angel is dead, and...

There has always been something strange about Nocturne, Florida: the City That Lives by Night. It is an entertainment nexus luring tourist from around the world to its night clubs, music venues, and other, more adult entertainment venues. But there is a darker side to which these carefree revelers never see; one of dark doings, violence, and eldritch evil. Now, a new sinister force threatens Nocturne and only a handful of unique, gifted beings can protect the city's innocent.

Jeffrey Chaussier is trying to escape his past by performing at theaters in the Midwest. When his father dies in New Orleans under suspicious circumstances, Jeff returns to the city he loves to probe into that death. Jeff is no detective, but he is a dutiful son. He reconnects with his former New Orleans life: his musician brother; the fire fighter brother; the brother who can fix anything; his formidable mother; his politician uncle.

Catherine is dead. At least that's what the FBI claims. They say there's no point investigating the strange disappearance any further. Instead they want Gaia to stay in Quantico to carry on the search for the Lollipop Murderer.

When a mysterious client asks former Delta Force operator Case Lee to investigate a massive New Guinea gold discovery, the job quickly unravels into an incredible world of spies, terrorists, and tribal headhunters. Case, with a sense he's being played, walks away from the entire mess. Until life-threatening events pull him back in. This time, he's not taking any prisoners.

Nell Cosgrove is the new wife who got it all. She married her handsome, wealthy boss within six months of meeting him. They live in a beautiful riverside home. She has a flourishing career. The only problem is her two stepdaughters, Ruby and Poppy, who are fiercely loyal to their mother and reject all of Nell's overtures.

Joyce Carol Oates, a queenpin of the noir genre, has brought her keen and discerning eye to the curation of an outstanding anthology of brand-new top-shelf short stories (and poems by Margaret Atwood!). While bad men are not always the victims in these tales, they get their due often enough to satisfy listeners who are sick of the gendered status quo, or who just want to have a little bit of fun at the expense of a crumbling patriarchal society. This stylistically diverse collection will make you squirm in your seat, stay up at night, laugh out loud, and inevitably wish for more.

Lana: I’ve done everything right. Playing the part of the demure famiglia daughter, hiding my pain beneath makeup and pretty dresses. But marrying a man 10 years my senior? Whose words cut like knives and lips taste like poison? This is the one thing I can’t do. Naz: I’ve done nothing right. I’m not a virtuous man; I balance on the line between light and dark. My past is littered with sins. Each of them haunts me. I’m not worthy of the angel with long hair and hazel eyes. And yet, I’d burn the city to the ground to hold her in my arms. What’s a sinner to do?

La seconda indagine del maggiore Morosini nell'Africa coloniale italiana. Un viaggio nel tempo suggestivo e avvincente.1935: l'Italia e il regime fascista cercano d'imporsi fra le grandi potenze internazionali per trovare «un posto al sole». La guerra con l'Abissinia è ormai imminente. Ma in Somalia, dove il generale Rodolfo Graziani sta per lanciare l'offensiva dal fronte sud, alcune morti misteriose fanno serpeggiare l'inquietudine nella popolazione e mettono a rischio l'avanzata delle truppe italiane.

A budding new romance. A dead body. Who can you trust? Filled with twists, tension and undeniable chemistry, Death at Daffodil Inn is a must-read Cinnamon Falls mystery. Perfect for fans of Gilmore Girls, Pretty Little Liars and the Dream Harbor series. Spring is blooming in Cinnamon Falls and...

Blaire McDaniels shouldn't be alive. She remembered being strapped into the electric chair, the feeling of the current surging through her body, death replacing life. And yet, she had definitely just woken up on her own grave, seemingly alive and well. But that wasn't the only thing that had changed. With a new power that literally allows her to rewrite history, Blaire must now travel through time to prevent crimes before they even happen. Protect the innocent and punish the guilty. And uncover the actual perpetrator of the crime she should have died for.

Retirement ain’t for pussies. Someone told me that once. And I’ll tell you this much—they weren’t shitting me. If you know anything about me at all, folks, you’ll know I’m not much of a planner. Never have been and probably never will be. So when I decided to take early retirement without so much as a fucking whiff of a plan, my crew of geriatric buddies at the Seacoast Majestic Resort came to the consensus that I hadn’t given my future enough thought. I mean, they weren’t wrong. All cards on the table—I hadn’t given it any thought.