Dark Crime Fiction

When hordes of people descend on the picturesque village of Nasely for the annual celebration of its most famous resident, murder mystery writer Agnes Crabbe, events take a dark turn as the festival opens with a shocking death. Each year the residents are outnumbered by crowds dressed as Crabbe’s lady detective, Millicent Cutter. The weekend is never a mild-mannered affair as fan club rivalries bubble below the surface, but tensions reach new heights when a second Crabbe devotee is found murdered. Though the police are quick to arrive on the scene, the facts are tricky to ascertain as the witnesses, suspects and victim are all dressed as Miss Cutter.

Ireland. AD 672. The hamlet of Cloichín is said to be a veritable Eden, with its prosperous farms and close-knit, friendly community. But when Sister Fidelma and Eadulf arrive, a new priest has ordered the villagers to lynch a man accused of murdering a local farmer, his wife and two sons. The only evidence they hold against him is the fact that he is a stranger to their land. Saving the man's life, Fidelma is determined that the villagers must give the newcomer a fair trial.

أين أنت يا حارسة الجحيم؟ سألت نورا نفسها هذا السؤال وهي تغادر مكتبها في مبنى التحقيقات الجنائية، وكان عليها أولاً أن تجد إجابة قاطعة لهذا السؤال قبل أن تنتقل إلى التفكير فيما يجب أن تفعله في عملية (خادمة القصر) التي لم تدم فرحتها بحلها أكثر من بضع دقائق قبل أن تتعقد أحداثها وتتشابك من جديد...

"أمير الوكيل" ضابط شُرطة ومحقق بمكتب البحث الجنائي، وهو في منتصف الثلاثينات من العُمر يميزه شعره الأحمر الناري والذي بسببه ينسبونه إلى جهنم، قامته لطويلة وطلته وسيمة في حين دائمًا ما تكتسي ملامحه بالجدية، فلا أحد من كل من يعيشون حوله رآه يبتسم ولو مرة واحدة فقط.

هكذا صرخت (سعاد) بفزعٍ وذعرٍ وجنون، وهي تقف أمام الجثة الهامدة قبل أن تتراجع إلى الخلف خارج الغرفة الصغيرة بخطواتٍ مرتجفة وهي تغطي وجهها بكفيها، وأخذت في الصراخ بهيستريا وجنون بنبرات صوتٍ مبحوحة، وعلى ملامح وجهها ظهر الإعياء الشديد.

The past comes back to haunt a small town when one murder leads to the discovery of another. When a troubled young woman, Jenn Berman, goes missing at the summer fair in Hamby, her uncaring family fails to notice. That is, until a loose dog returns home with a bloodied hand. Investigators are led to a developing subdivision where they find the unthinkable: Jenn's body in a shallow grave.

Fin Fleming is an accomplished scuba diver and chief underwater photographer at a famed oceanography institute on Grand Cayman. Her best friends disappear, and it doesn’t take long for the kidnapper to contact her with demands. Since the kidnapping occurred on the water, the police have asked for her help. She’d do anything to save her friends, so she dives right in to solve the mystery. But it’s not easy. There’s a killer shark in the area and someone is stealing scuba tanks from her dive shop.

In the gripping narrative of Louis's life, a chance encounter with Sarina, a seductive and mysterious woman, awakens a desire he never knew existed. Struggling to lead a lawful existence after exiting the world of organized crime, Louis becomes entangled in a fiery affair. However, as an ex-kingpin, the specter of his past with Steve and Thomas looms, and it's only a matter of time before secrets unravel, unleashing chaos and hell upon his newfound life.

In this game it’s kill or be killed. A stranger has you cornered. They call themselves The Host. You are forced to play their game. In it one person can live and the other must die. You are the next player. You have a choice to make. This is a game where nobody wins....

Luce O’Brien is the only daughter of an Irish mob boss. She always knew her virginity would be sold to the highest bidder, and had prepared herself for that eventuality. However, she was not prepared for the monster she was promised to, nor the dark prince who would turn her life upside down. When all is lost and her crew is at stake, Lucinda O’Brien must fulfill her duty to her family. She is given to an Irish boss in Harlem to marry—his virgin bride.

When three bodies turn up in a landfill outside of Philadelphia, FBI profiler Violet Darger heads to Pennsylvania to investigate. Right away there's a major complication. The emaciated corpses appear to have been starved to death. Darger arrives in time for the autopsies. As she watches the withered bodies laid out on the stainless steel slabs of the morgue, their faces crusted with sandy soil, skin pulled taut around knobby cheekbones, she thinks: what kind of a person could carry out such harsh acts?

هذا ما أخبر به أمير الرجل المتبقي في منزل والده بعد أن نجا هو ونورا من عملية إطلاق رصاص كثيفة، في تلك الأثناء سمعا صوت أنين سيدة فهبّا لنجدتها، أسرعت (نورا) إلى السيدة التي كانت تبكي بجنونٍ وضمتها إليها بعد أن لاحظت الشبه الكبير بين ملامحها وملامح (خالد)!

فبينما هما يجلسان في أحد المقاهي على الضفة الشرقية للنهر الذي يقسم المدينة الصغيرة طولًا إلى قسمين فور إلقاء القبض على الجاني رن هاتف (أمير)، وكان اللواء (سعد الهاشمي) هو من يتحدث معه من قلب العاصمة، ولم تكن (نورا) أبدًا في حاجةٍ لأي مقدار من الفطنة والذكاء لتعرف أن هناك كارثة قد حلت..

وفجأة أظلم المصعد تمامًا وكأنه أحد القبور المدفونة تحت الأرض وسط مقبرةٍ مهجورة في ليلةٍ مظلمة، ثم اهتز بعنفٍ كأرجوحة أطفال وهبط فجأة إلى الأسفل بسرعةٍ شديدة قبل أن يتوقف بشدة مع صوت صريرٍ عالٍ لم يعلُ عليه سوى صرخة صرخة عالية تحمل كل ما يمكن أن يشعر به أي شخص في هذا العالم من ألمٍ وفزعٍ وذهول..

Fred Van Lente's brilliant debut is both an homage to the Golden Age of Mystery and a thoroughly contemporary show-business satire. As the story opens, nine comedians of various acclaim are summoned to the island retreat of legendary Hollywood funnyman Dustin Walker. The group includes a former late-night TV host, a washed-up improv instructor, a ridiculously wealthy "blue collar" comic, and a past-her-prime Vegas icon.

I didn't ask for her as my bride. I just made her mine. Her father had to be taught what happens when you cross a King, but that isn't why Genevieve Rossi is sore, well-used, and waiting for me to claim her in the only way I haven't already. She's sore because she thought she could embarrass me in public without being punished. She's well-used because after I spanked her I wanted more, and I take what I want. She's waiting for me in my bed because she's my bride, and tonight is our wedding night.

It's hard to find work as a doctor when using your real name will get you killed. So hard that when a reclusive billionaire offers Dr. Peter Brown, aka Pietro Brnwa, a job accompanying a sexy but self-destructive paleontologist on the world's worst field assignment, Brown has no real choice but to say yes. Even if it means that an army of murderers, mobsters, and international drug dealers - not to mention the occasional lake monster - are about to have a serious Pietro Brnwa problem.

When someone burns down the home of the school janitor and he dies in the blaze, everyone in Addamsville, Indiana, points a finger at Zora. Never mind that Zora has been on the straight and narrow since her father was thrown in jail. With everyone looking for evidence against her, her only choice is to uncover the identity of the real killer. There’s one big problem - Zora has no leads. No one does. Addamsville has a history of tragedy, and 30 years ago a similar string of fires left several townspeople dead. The arsonist was never caught.

On a frigid February day, Anchorage Detective Cara Kennedy stands by the graves of her husband and son, watching as their caskets are raised from the earth. It feels sacrilegious, but she has no choice. Aaron and Dylan disappeared on a hike a year ago, their bones eventually found and buried. But shocking clues have emerged that foul play was involved, potentially connecting them to a string of other deaths and disappearances.

My acts are vicious and cruel, vile and life-taking. My demands are unquestioned no matter how depraved. There’s a monster inside me, and the wounds that scar my soul are dark and deep. I’m Dante Simone. Underboss of the Chicago Outfit. She walks into the audition, eyes snapping with a fire that could cost her life - if she were to unleash it. Piper Tate crawls beneath my skin on our first encounter. Her audition, a condition of employment I’ve sat through a thousand times, is like no other. It’s magnetic, cementing my traitorous eyes to her lithe form.