Dark Humor Mystery

The good folk of Perpetuity Valley, Wyoming, have a secret. These modern-day citizens aren't just descended from the original settlers—they actually are the original settlers. They trekked here by wagon train in 1846, and for some mysterious reason, none of them has aged a day since. Of course, if word ever gets out about a miracle like this, the valley might get a wee bit crowded. So about a hundred years ago the townsfolk agreed to keep the secret to themselves and never allow any property to change hands.

Southern California, 1996: a peaceful, scenic day in the coastal community of Santa Monica, except that there is a meter maid lying next to the sidewalk–dead. Fresh from a messy divorce case, North Hollywood private investigator Clive Wilts is on the case to find the killer before the bodies start stacking up and the city streets become a parking free-for-all.

Rising-star showrunner Stacey McCreedy has one goal: to leave behind her nerd-girl origins and become a power player — like Ann Dalloni, her former mentor and current producing partner. Ann, meanwhile, is feeling her age and losing her mind. But she’ll be damned if she cedes control of their hit primetime TV show to Stacey.

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.

It’s winter break at Treemeadow College, and theater professors and spouses Nicky Abbondanza and Noah Oliver, their best friends Martin and Ruben, and their sons, Taavi and Ty, are starring in a television pilot for the Nicky and Noah Mysteries series based on their first caper, Drama Queen. More is shot than footage as cast members drop like giant, flat-screen TVs mounted by an intoxicated carpenter. Once again, our favorite thespians will need to use their drama skills to catch the killer before they get cancelled.

Two crims. One schoolgirl. Someone's in trouble. Two dumb, wannabe criminals bite off more than they can chew when they abduct a schoolgirl from a particularly modern, angular suburban house. In the mould of Elmore Leonard or early Tarantino Blockhouse Blues and the Elmore Beast is a distinctly Australian story about kidnapping, obsession, and architecture.

It was a typical afternoon in Northfield, Minnesota, when a middle-aged, autistic artist named Dutton James revealed to the world his new series of otherworldly, enigmatic sculptures, leaving art critics and the public stunned and intrigued. Then the questions started. What are these bizarre objects? From what planet or nightmare were they hatched? In the weeks that follow, as the mysterious artist’s fame skyrockets, Emma, Dutton's millennial stalker fan, attempts to enter the artist’s dangerous, opaque world in order to uncover the answers.

Eine Ratte, ein Spielzeugmotorrad und ein Mord: Das humorvolle Krimi-Debüt von Comedian Benjamin Tomkins Als Bauernhofratte Ede ein ADAC-Spielzeugmotorrad findet, befördert er sich kurzerhand selbst zum Pannenfahrer. Der erste Einsatz führt ausgerechnet in den Stall, in dem der tote Bauer liegt. Mord ist zwar keine Panne, doch die ehrgeizige Ratte übernimmt sofort die Beweisaufnahme und stürzt sich in ein actionreiches Abenteuer.

Everyone’s heard of Nostradamus. No one’s heard of Philibert Montmorency. One was a legend. The other, not so much.... A newly discovered Nostradamus prophecy has taken the internet by storm thanks to "The Oblivion Doctrine", a group of online conspiracy theorists. Apparently the end is nigh. And in case anyone’s interested, nigh is definitely a Tuesday. Doctor Ally Oldfield, professor of Medieval Languages, is summoned to Lyon for a second opinion. She’s not happy about it. But then again she’s rarely happy about anything.

A fehér folt-ban, e kettős regényben a jellegzetes Rejtői humorral drámai trópusi kalandok váltakoznak. Egy gátlástalan olajmilliomos elkényeztetett lánya, a családi veszekedés után Marokkó villanegyedéből egy Közép-afrikai gyarmati háborúig sodródik. Legjobb barátnőjét, tévedésből Párizson és Stockholmon át Londonig követi a "világhírű" Samuel Bronson magándetektív, feje tetejére állítva a fél világot. Vajon mi áll a két ifjú hölgy megpróbáltatásainak hátterében?

The fix is in, and the bodies are piling up. A dead actress, a dead gambler, and that’s for starters. With murder following his every step, determined underachiever Steele Hill is tangled in layers of intrigue and deviousness. Pulled from his 1980s cozy world of the racetrack, the rock-music pub, and his favorite band in the world, the Go-Betweens, everybody the wisecracking Hill meets is in danger.

IRS agent turned PI Mortimer Angel is relaxing in a hole-in-the-wall bar in a Reno casino when an attractive young girl hires him to find out who left her a cryptic message demanding a million dollars. At the girl’s house, Mort finds the body of missing rapper Jonnie Xenon - Jo-X to his legions of fans - hanging from the rafters with two bullet holes in him. Mort is shocked when he learns the identity of the girl’s father - and even more shocked when the father hires him to investigate the murder.

Begravningsentreprenör Fridlund gör så gott han kan, det blir bara lite fel ibland. Som till exempel vid Anton Bengtsons begravning. På heder och samvete var det inte meningen att det skulle bli som det blev. Är det då så konstigt att han behöver en sup. Dödgrävare Eriksson blir misstänkliggjord för både det ena och det andra, trots att han inte har med någonting av det att göra. Längtan, kärlek och prövningar gör det svårt för de inblandade.

In the style of Dashiell Hammett, ex-IRS agent turned gumshoe-in-training Mortimer Angel is approached by a beautiful hooker, Holiday, in a casino bar in Reno. Mort first met Holiday two months ago, but now learns that she's not really a hooker. She's a college engineering student, searching for her younger sister, Allie, who disappeared three months ago. Having seen Mort in the news, Holiday knows he's a PI who finds missing persons.

When I wrote Money Talks back in 2007, neither I nor anyone else imagined that the White House would soon be occupied by a man who bears such a striking and in fact uncanny resemblance to my villain, Robert Maxx. I wasn't trying to write a predictive dystopia; all I wanted to do was to tell an engaging story that would let me think my way into the mind of a real-estate mogul with a bullying manner, a head of hair flamboyant enough to match his ego, and a somewhat childish fixation to see his name on very tall buildings.

Ben, wandering hungry through the foggy back alleys of Limehouse, is spooked by news of an old man murdered in Hammersmith - and runs! He crosses a plank, slips through an iron door, and goes to sea with the coal. But so does the man who did the murder...and a very pretty lady who did not. On the way the Atlanta loses a stowaway, a pickpocket, a murderer, a supercrook, a wealthy passenger, the third officer and a lifeboat. And that is how Ben gets to Spain....

Ben the tramp's uncanny knack of running into trouble is unsurpassed in the final crime thriller written for him by J. Jefferson Farjeon. On a grey afternoon he was destined never to forget, Ben sat down on a park seat and proceeded to think, not of cabbages and kings but of numbers, lucky and unlucky. But it wasn't Ben's lucky day, or that of the nondescript-looking stranger sitting at the other end of the bench - murdered before his very eyes!

Es hätte alles so schön werden können. Dan McEvoy, knallharter Türsteher und Exsoldat, hat soeben neue Haare transplantiert bekommen...

Daniel McEvoy hat ein Problem. Der Mob ist hinter ihm her. Die Polizei auch. Dabei will der Ex-Soldat und frischgebackene Club-Besitzer doch nur gemütlich mit seiner neuen Freundin auf dem Sofa sitzen. Aus ihm völlig unbegreiflichen Gründen findet er sich plötzlich in einem Auto auf dem Grund des Hudson wieder - und muss zudem die Sprachfehler und grammatikalischen Schnitzer seiner Verfolger ertragen. Aber ein Feingeist wie er ist Kummer gewohnt.

George Walther Stott was the richest and most hated man in Stottington, and his three children grew up to be almost as hated as he was. As he took his final breath, George Walther died of natural causes with a smile on his face. For even though he was passing on, he would have the last laugh. His children, those appalling mumblecrusting jizzbags who seeped forth from his former wife's formerly perfect vagina, would only inherit his massive wealth on one condition. That they solve his murder.