Blutsbande können sich manchmal als Fesseln erweisen. Der erfolgreiche Hindernisreiter Kit Fielding kann davon ein Lied singen. Dennoch springt er seiner Zwillingsschwester bei, als deren Mann, ein geschätzter Pferdetrainer, von der Regenbogenpresse in die Mangel genommen wird. Dem Schwager droht der Bankrott, wenn die Schreiberlinge mit ihrer Intrigenkampagne weitermachen. Doch als Fielding gegen die Schmierenjournalisten und deren Hintermänner vorgehen will, gerät er selbst in Gefahr.

Dick Francis "Außenseiter",originaltitel "Longshot". John Kendall, Verfasser von Ratgebern fürs Überlebenstraining in Dschungel und Wüste, nimmt das Angebot an, die Biographie eines berühmten Pferdetrainers zu schreiben. Als er seine Recherchen auf dem Trainingshof im ländlichen Berkshire aufnimmt, muß er erfahren, daß die düsteren Vorfälle im lieblichen, ländlichen England den Gefahren des Dschungels in nichts nachstehen.

Преподаватель кафедры истории Древнего мира Глеб Стольцев в результате несчастного случая приобретает неожиданный дар – взяв в руки любую вещь, он способен испытать то, что чувствовали люди, прикасавшиеся к этому предмету в прошлом. Теперь Стольцеву предстоит выяснить, каким образом античная монета времен Юлия Цезаря связана с чередой жутких преступлений, совершенных в наши дни.

Герой всеми возможными способами старается скрыть тайну своего преступления.Книга также выходила под названием "Нет ведьмы яростней"

Det. Roland March is a homicide cop on his way out. But when he's the only one at a crime scene to find evidence of a missing female victim, he's given one last chance to prove himself. Before he can crack the case, he's transferred to a new one that has grabbed the spotlight-the disappearance of a famous Houston evangelist's teen daughter.With the help of a youth pastor with a guilty conscience who navigates the world of church and faith, March is determined to find the missing girls while proving he's still one of Houston 's best detectives.

Late night on a notorious high-rise estate in Hackney and a white van is being driven erratically. The driver is pulled over by the police and questioned. A woman on the street after a long evening's drinking…She never makes it home. A suspect…an arrest…a confession…A case done and dusted? Five years earlier, a 13-year-old girl disappeared in broad daylight on a busy London street. DCS James Langton headed the investigation; the case was never closed. It has haunted him ever since. And now comes another confession, to this murder, and to one more besides. Too good to be true? DCI Anna Travis, pulled into the fray, isn't so sure. Then the suspect changes his story…

Dredging up dirty allegations in order to gain the minority vote, a shady politician sets up three police officers, and investigative filmmaker Maggie MacGowen becomes determined to uncover the truth.

Early one September, three friends spend the weekend at a remote cabin by Dead Water Lake. With only a pale moon to light their way, they row across the water in the middle of the night. But only two of them return, and they make a pact not to call for help until the following morning. Inspector Sejer leads the investigation when the body is discovered. He is troubled by the apparent suicide and has an overwhelming sense that the surviving pair has something to hide. Weeks pass without further clues, and then in a nearby lake the body of a teenage boy floats to the surface.

In Zeltserman's run-of-the-mill second Bill Shannon mystery (after 2007's Bad Thoughts), Shannon, now a PI in Boulder, Colo., investigates the murder of two college students-Taylor Carver and Linda Gibson, bludgeoned to death in the bedroom of the off-campus condo they shared-at the behest of the condo owner, who's being sued for lax security. After his former colleagues on the Boston police force vouch for him, Shannon gets more cooperation from the locals. Meanwhile, the mother of a girl taken in by the True Light cult calls on the detective for help. Some may find it odd that no one mentions the Jon Benet Ramsey case when the recent history of murders in Boulder comes up in conversation. The predictable plot builds to a final twist that will shock few. Readers might do better to check out the second in Zeltserman's bad-ass out of prison trilogy, Pariah (Reviews, Aug. 3), instead.

Fred Vargas juega sus mejores cartas en una novela policiaca de arquitectura clásica y perfecta, que transcurre entre París y la nieve de Quebec.El comisario Adamsberg se dispone a cruzar el Atlántico para instruirse en unas nuevas técnicas de investigación que están desarrollando sus colegas del otro lado del océano. Pero no sabe que el pasado se ha metido en su maleta y le acompaña en su viaje. En Quebec se encontrará con una joven asesinada con tres heridas de arma blanca y una cadena de homicidios todos iguales, cometidos por el misterioso Tridente, un asesino fantasmal que persigue al joven comisario, obligándole a enfrentarse al único enemigo del que hay que tener miedo: uno mismo. Adamsberg esta vez tiene problemas muy serios…

"One of the most startling and provocative mysteries I've read in years." – Carl Hiaasen"Read this book, savor the language – it's the last and the most compelling word in thrillers." – James EllroySurreal Bangkok, city of temples and brothels, where Buddhist monks in saffron robes walk the same streets as world-class gangsters, where bodies and souls are for sale or rent, and where the way you die may be more important than the way you live.Inside a locked Mercedes an African-American Marine sergeant is killed by a maddened python and a swarm of cobras. Two cops – the only two in the city not on the take – arrive too late. Minutes later, only one is alive.Sworn to avenge the death of his partner and soul brother, Sonchai Jitpleecheep, a fair-skinned Thai and a devout Buddhist who commutes daily between the sacred precepts of his religion and the profane delights the city has to offer, works his way through District 8. His tools are the forensic techniques of the modern police department; no less vital is his profound understanding of the mystical workings of the spirit world.Soon he is in a realm he has never before encountered: the moneyed underbelly of Bangkok, where desire rules and the human body is as custom-designable as a raw hunk of jade – and where Sonchai eventually tracks the killer, a predator of an even more sinister variety.A highly original story of gripping pace and reality, Bangkok 8 is a rare thing: a darkly atmospheric novel redolent with the authentic, hallucinogenic atmosphere of Bangkok. You've never read a thriller quite like this.

At the start of Burdett's superb third mystery-thriller to feature Thai police detective Sonchai Jitpleecheep (after Bangkok 8 and Bangkok Tattoo), Jitpleecheep shows old friend Kimberley Jones, an American FBI agent, a vicious snuff film he's received depicting the murder of an ex-lover of his named Damrong. Jitpleecheep and Jones maintain their complex platonic relationship as, helped by Jitpleecheep's assistant Lek, they pursue Damrong's killers. The trail leads them to an important banker, an American teacher, a Buddhist and an exclusive men's club called the Parthenon. Jitpleecheep, who now lives with Chanya, a former prostitute pregnant with his child, is visited in an erotic way by Damrong's ghost, while his corrupt superior, police colonel Vikorn, orders Jitpleecheep to help start a porn film business. Expertly juggling elements that in lesser hands would become confused or hackneyed, Burdett has created a haunting, powerful story that transcends genre.

Bangkok is one of the great cities in the world, but unlike other great metropolises it has no noir tales to its name. Bangkok Noir puts that to right.

In this first ever noir anthology of Bangkok, twelve seasoned and internationally known — Thai and Western — writers have come together to make a powerful collection of crime fiction short stories that portray the dark side of this Asian metropolis where the lives of most citizens seem as far away from heaven as its Thai name Krungthep is distant from its meaning — City of Angels.

In Bangkok Noir, the twelve short stories of various shades of black involve gangsters and hitmen, love and betrayal, the supernatural, the possessed and the dispossessed, and the far distant future.

Killing customers just isn't good for business."My mother Nong's tone reflects the disappointment we all feel when a star employee starts to go wrong. Is there nothing to be done? Will we have to let dear Chanya go? The question can only be decided by Police Colonel Vikorn, who owns most of the shares in the Old Man's Club and who is on his way in his Bentley."No," I agree. Like my mother's, my eyes cannot stop flicking across the empty bar to the stool where Chanya's flimsy silver dress (just enough silk to cover nipples and butt) drapes and drips. Well, the dripping was slight and is more or less finished (a rusty stain on the floor turning black as it dries), but in more than a decade as a detective in the Royal Thai Police, I have never seen a garment so blood-soaked. Chanya's bra, also hideously splattered, lies halfway up the stairs, and her panties-her only other garment-lie abandoned on the floor outside the upstairs room where, eccentrically even for a Thai whore, she has taken refuge with an opium pipe."She didn't say anything at all? Like why?""No, I told you. She dashed in through the door in a bit of a state holding an opium pipe, glared at me, said, ‘I've done him in,' ripped off her dress, and disappeared upstairs. Fortunately, there were only a couple of farang in the bar at the time, and the girls were fantastic. They merely said, ‘Oh, Chanya, she goes like that sometimes,' and gently ushered them out. I had to play the whole thing down, of course, and by the time I got to her room, she was already stoned.""What did she say again?""She was tripping on the opium, totally delirious. When she started talking to the Buddha, I left to call you and the Colonel. At that stage I didn't know if she'd really done him in or was freaking out on yaa baa or something."But she'd snuffed him all right. I walked to the farang's hotel, which is just a couple of streets away from Soi Cowboy, and flashed my police ID to get the key to his room. There he was, a big muscular naked American farang in his early thirties, minus a penis and a lot of blood from a huge knife wound that began in his lower gut and finished just short of his rib cage. Chanya, a basically decent and very tidy Thai, had placed his penis on the bedside table. At the other end of the table, a single rose stood in a plastic mug of water.There was nothing for it but to secure the room for the purposes of forensic investigation, leave a hefty bribe for the hotel receptionist-who is now more or less obliged to say whatever I tell him to say (standard procedure under my Colonel Vikorn in District 8)-and await further orders. Vikorn, of course, was in one of his clubs carousing, probably surrounded by naked young women who adored him, or knew how to look as if they did, and in no mood to be dragged to the scene of a crime until I penetrated his drunken skull enough to explain that the business at hand was not an investigation per se but the infinitely more challenging forensic task so lightly spoken of as a "cover-up." Even then he showed no inclination to shift himself until he realized it was Chanya (the perp, not the victim)."Where the hell did she get the opium?" my mother wants to know. "There hasn't been opium in Krung Thep since I was a teenager."

Young investment banker Tim Ekaterin suddenly finds himself involved in the cutthroat world of thoroughbred racing — and discovers his unexceptional world of business blown to smithereens.

When the multimillion-dollar loan he arranges to finance the purchase of Sandcastle, a champion, is threatened by an apparent defect in the horse, Tim searches desperately for an answer. And he falls headlong into violence and murder. Even so, he cannot stop. He must find the key to the murders. And to Sandcastle.

Spanish and Catalan writers enter boldly and unapologetically into the Akashic Noir Series arena.

Ed McBain is a pen name of Mystery Writers of America’s Grand Master Evan Hunter, who wrote the screenplays for Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds” and “Strangers When We Meet,” and the novel The Blackboard Jungle. As Ed McBain, he has written fifty 87th Precinct novels, the blueprint series for every successful police procedural series.

This original collection of eleven short stories takes you onto the gritty and violent streets of the city, and into the darkest places in the human mind. “First Offense” is narrated from behind bars by a cocky young man who stabbed a storeowner in a robbery attempt. In “To Break the Wall,” a high school teacher has a violent encounter with several punks. And a Kim Novak look-alike blurs the line between fantasy and reality in “The Movie Star.” These and eight more stories showcase the mastery for which the San Diego Union-Tribune dubbed McBain “the unquestioned king.”

Angela Martin was expecting to have a normal, uneventful week in the small town of Willow Bay. The universe, however, had other ideas.When a local gossip is murdered while walking her dog, Angela knows she needs to find Sprinkles, who ran away during the murder. After all, being a witch who can talk to animals, finding Sprinkles might be the only way to find the murderer. Especially since the victim had more enemies than most people have Facebook friends.But she has to investigate without the police chief suspecting anything, she has to deal with Bee's jealousy about a dog getting attention, and she has to try and get along with Sophie's mom's new boyfriend.And just to complicate things even further, the infuriating but crazy hot Jason Black is back in town, and this time, it sounds like it's for good.Angela is pretty sure she can handle all this crazy in her life. But what she doesn't realize is just how dangerous the murderer really is...Barking up the Wrong Tree is the second book in the Willow Bay Witches series of paranormal cozy mysteries. It's a full-length novel full of funny and sarcastic best friends, a touch of magic, a snarky talking cat and a little bit of romance.

Welcome to Salem, where paranormals of all kinds live in harmony. Mostly.

My name is Gemma Bradbury, and I’ve spent most of my life trying to be what everyone else expects me to be. The problem with living my life for other people is that I never figured out who I really am.But then I stumbled—quite literally—into a new life in Salem, and everything changed. In less than an hour, I was tangled up in the suspicious death of an elderly shop owner, realized my cat can talk, and—here's the kicker—found out I’m a witch.I also found out I was stuck in Salem.Forever.But when I secured a job and a place to live, and the Coven assigned me a magical tutor—the drop-dead gorgeous Professor Beauregard Bacchus— things started to look up.All I have to do now is learn to navigate a new town full of witches, vampires and shifters, manage a magic shop, pass my first wand exam, and keep my growing affection for Professor Beau a secret.Oh, and find the shop owner’s real killer before the town’s bumbling moose-shifter deputy tosses me in jail for murder.Guess my life isn’t so basic anymore.Fans of witty cozy mysteries will love this magical tale featuring a reluctant female sleuth, an opinionated feline familiar and a touch of romance set in a quaint (and gossipy) supernatural village.

Note: This book contains lighthearted humor and recipes and is free of swearing, graphic violence, and sex.

First there was the blind man. He “saw” a great deal for a sightless man.Bertha Cool had no sooner digested his strange story when her life really became complicated with other things...A girl who was hit by an automobile but who didn’t care about collecting damages...A will that made all the relatives happy!..A man with valuable information — and a high price on it...Two strange deaths that didn’t seem to make sense...$10,000 that wasn’t where it should have been...A man who thought being a cousin was worth money...A handsomely painted music box that was sent anonymously...A gun with a sense of justice...A pet bat that liked to cuddle...