New Mystery Thrillers

Come prowl the lonely, sometimes violent streets of American's most exotic city, the city that care forgot, New Orleans, with a lone-wolf private-eye named Lucien Caye. Unlike most 40s PIs, Caye rarely drinks, doesn't smoke or wear a hat (it messes up his hair). He's six feet tall with wavy, dark brown hair and standard-issue Mediterranean-brown eyes, a sly smile and a clever mind that often gets him into trouble. Caye lives and works in the run-down New Orleans French Quarter of the late 1940s.

My God, Emily looks just like her mother. I can see the vulnerability in her eyes...mixed with the womanly curves of her body. That combination just about drives me out of my mind. She thinks she's playing me, just like her mother used to. But Emily is in for a real surprise. I know exactly what to do to make her all mine. And once I get her to my secluded country estate, I'm going to keep her there with me...and never let her leave.

Are you ready for a wild ride through a dystopian world where power and money reign supreme? Meet Bob, a man with all the wealth and influence he could ever want but with a deep-seated sense of boredom and frustration at his lack of freedom. As those around him plot to use his position to start a new world order, Bob must decide whether to stand in their way.

A former Russian spy, living in hiding in Malta, goes on the run after an attempt on his life. He's been targeted because of what he knows about chemical weapons and the poisoning of an exiled oligarch who cut a deal with MI6, but he's actually got information about a planned Russian invasion. Now he's gone to ground, and MI6 want to get hold of him before the Russians do. When a retired general learns about the op he reports back to his Russian paymasters. The former spy must be killed before he spills his guts to MI6.

When sixteen-year-old Angie Stewart starts hearing a mysterious voice in her house, she’s thrilled at the possibility of a ghost. Finally, something interesting is happening in her boring hometown of East Henderson, Pennsylvania. But why is she the only one who can hear it? And what does it want from her?

This is New Orleans - 1947. It starts as a wandering daughter case when a pretty widow hires New Orleans private eye Lucien Caye to find her 22-year-old daughter. Helen Croix walks into Caye's office with a picture of her missing daughter, Madelyn. She warns Lucien he'll be tempted when he finds the alluring strawberry-blond temptress. Madelyn Croix will most likely seduce him. Helen describes her daughter as rapacious. Lucien has to look up the word to discover it means avaricious, greedy, ravenous - subsisting on live prey.

Ofelia Archer has faced demons, evil witches, and freaky zombies, but nothing could prepare her for the horror of meeting her boyfriend’s mother. For his part, Zacharias “Zach” Sully isn’t any more thrilled by his mother’s visit than his girlfriend. After one meal, a magical barrage of fire rains down on the group as they’re walking down Bourbon Street. When the flames clear, a young woman is left for dead, and the only thing they know about her is that she was part of a multilevel marketing scheme called Hexential Oils.

As far as 20-year-old Jeremiah's concerned, his life vanished seven years ago with the fevers that nearly killed him and wiped his memory. But with the illness came a strange new gift: the ability to hear the thoughts of others. Only when Jeremiah comes home from work to discover a dead KGB agent does he find himself fleeing the only life he knew. Trying to evade a past he cannot remember, his escape catapults him into a world involving covert military operations, missing Soviet-era explosives and a 2,000-year-old prophecy that predicted his birth.

A new twist to a decades old mystery. 1990. A young woman goes missing while backpacking in Thailand. She is never seen again. 2016. Her bones are discovered 6000 miles away in an English field and, within hours, the boyfriend who reported her disappearance all those years ago is dead. So begins a hunt to solve her murder that will take DI Ray Mason and PI Tina Boyd into a dark and terrifying world of corruption and deadly secrets, where murder is commonplace, and nothing and nobody is safe....

Lorraine Henry is generally content to keep her head down and get on with her work as a records clerk at the Masterton police station. But when children start going missing in her small town, Lo can't help but pay attention. After all, she has Bradley, her young nephew, to worry about, and the cops don't seem to be putting much effort into finding the kids. And then the unthinkable happens: Bradley disappears. Distraught but determined, Lorraine vows to bring him home no matter what.

Molly, an expert skier, is sent to the Firethorn Ski Resort in Colorado on her first mission as a secret agent! Another young agent there was investigating a smuggling ring and has had a skiing "accident". Someone using the code name "Dormouse", who isn't an agent, has been continuing the agent's work and sending SOS messages. Molly must find and assist Dormouse and catch smugglers.

Ava had known Brandy since they were kids. She had a gift for knowing when people lied to her. Brandy never did. When her FBI-trained friend transferred back from New York to the New Orleans office, her first call was to her old friend. The ad for the apartment looked promising, so off they went. It wasn’t the best neighborhood. They could tell by the two gun shots. And just like that, there was a murder to solve.

While Sherlock is running errands, Dr. Watson receives a potential client in his place on Baker Street. The problem presented, though, seems to be of little relevance, which is why the case was declined. However, a few hours later a serious crime actually happens within the circle of the associate.

When Sherlock and Dr. Watson visit a bank branch close to their apartment, they involuntarily slither into a robbery. The perpetrator ends up taking hostages and threatens to shoot them if he is not given an escape vehicle.

While Sherlock is running errands, Dr. Watson receives a potential client in his place on Baker Street. The problem presented, though, seems to be of little relevance, which is why the case was declined. However, a few hours later a serious crime actually happens within the circle of the associate.

On a foggy night in the French Quarter... Brandy and Jiff were on a walk when they met him. Why did he hand her a note? There was something strange about the fellow. His clothes and hat made him look like a newspaper man from the '60s. But it was what he had typed on that piece of paper that deepened the mystery. A sort of prediction, that claimed three things would happen and they couldn’t stop it. Who was he? Why did Brandy believe him? She had always been good at reading people.

It was the perfect date night...until they saw their friend’s house explode. Was it an accident with the Fourth of July fireworks? Brandy and Jiff barely have time to catch their breath. The house destroyed, the mystery began. No bodies were discovered in the rubble. Where were Sophie and Ian? Fearing foul play, Brandy gets to work. The house destroyed, the mystery began. No bodies were discovered in the rubble. 

She had been friends with the judge for years. The party, celebrating his Best Judge of the Year award, had all his friends there. By all accounts, it was a success, but he forgot his jacket. She didn’t mind returning it, and that’s when she found his body in a pool of blood. Who wanted him dead...the most? Her old beau Dante, the homicide captain, wants her to stay out of it.

There just isn't enough crime in Mattawooptock, so Gertrude has to convince Calvin to go to the big city—Portland, where she will go undercover as the newest slam poet on the scene. But have any actual crimes been committed, or is this just Gertrude's wild imagination at work?

An orphan framed for murder. A cop whose help comes with surprises. And a dangerous criminal mastermind who won't quit. Settle into a gripping series you can't put down. This collection contains Red, Snowy Peaks, and The Wedding.