James Hadley Chase has given us An Ace Up my Sleeve, then The Joker in the Pack, and now I Hold the Four Aces. Each novel, complete in itself, follows the sexually frustrated life of Helga Rolfe, one of the richest of women, shrewd and ruthless, with a penchant for men.

In I Hold the Four Aces Helga finds, at long last, the man she wants to marry, but, as we have come to expect from the ‘thriller maestro of the generation’, unexpected and dangerous complications arise. As the New Statesman has called him, this ‘master of the art of deception’ once again has written a tense, fast-moving story that will keep you up long past your bedtime.An Ace Up my Sleeve is now a major movie with Karen Black playing Helga and Omar Sharif playing Archer.

Five years ago, an innocent man began a life sentence for murdering his own son. Today he found out his son is still alive.

David Burroughs was once a devoted father to his three-year-old son Matthew, living a dream life just a short drive away from the working-class suburb where he and his wife, Cheryl, first fell in love — until one fateful night when David woke suddenly to discover Matthew had been murdered while David was asleep just down the hall.

Half a decade later, David’s been wrongly accused and convicted of the murder, left to serve out his time in a maximum-security prison — a fate which, grieving and wracked with guilt, David didn’t have the will to fight. The world has moved on without him. Then Cheryl’s younger sister, Rachel, makes a surprise appearance during visiting hours bearing a strange photograph. It’s a vacation shot of a bustling amusement park a friend shared with her, and in the background, just barely in frame, is a boy bearing an eerie resemblance to David’s son. Even though it can’t be, David just knows: Matthew is still alive.

David plans a harrowing escape, determined to achieve the impossible — save his son, clear his own name, and discover the real story of what happened. But with his life on the line and the FBI following his every move, can David evade capture long enough to reveal the shocking truth?

Husband and wife Niamh and Ruaridh Macfarlane co-own Ranish Tweed, a company that weaves its own special variety of Harris cloth. When Niamh learns of Ruaridh’s affair with the Russian designer Irina Vetriv and witnesses the pair be blown up by a car bomb in Paris, her life is left in ruins.

She returns to the Isle of Lewis with her husband’s remains and finds herself the prime suspect in her murder case. A French detective is sent to the Hebrides to look into her past and soon Niamh and the detective are working together to discover the truth.

Sidnijs ŠeldonsIenaidnieks bez sejasSlavenā Sidnija Šeldona aizraujošais romāns atklāj psihoanalīzes noslēpu­maino pasauli, kurā slepkavošanas un vardarbības tieksme cilvēkā var tikt ne tikai apslāpēta, bet tieši ot­rādi izrauties uz āru negantā naidā. Ārsts Džūds Stīvenss pazina abus slepkavas upurus Karolu Robertsu un Džonu Harisonu. Tagad bija pienākusi viņa kārta… Viņam bija jākļūst par nākamo upuri slepkavību sērijā, ko veica…No angļu valodas tulkojusi Dace Baroniņa Mākslinieks Vilnis DidrihsonsNoskanējis grāmatu un failu izveidojis Imants Ločmelis imantslochmelis@inbox.lv© “Aplis”,  1998

Università d’Islanda. In un mattino di fine ottobre, il silenzio del dipartimento di Storia viene lacerato da un grido. Aprendo la porta di uno stanzino, il direttore si vede crollare addosso un cadavere senza occhi e con una runa magica incisa sul petto. Il corpo è quello di Harald Guntlieb, enigmatico dottorando tedesco con la passione per il cupo periodo della caccia alle streghe. Ma chi era veramente Harald? Per la polizia, che chiude frettolosamente il caso con l’arresto di un piccolo spacciatore, era solo uno stravagante ragazzo ricco in vena di emozioni forti, dalle perversioni sessuali alle modificazioni corporee estreme. Per Matthew Reich, inviato in Islanda dalla famiglia Guntlieb per riaprire le indagini, era uno dei massimi esperti europei di magia nera, grazie a un’inestimabile quanto agghiacciante collezione ereditata dal nonno. Per Thora Gudmundsdottir, l’avvocatessa incaricata di assistere l’affascinante Matthew, era solo un figlio non amato, incamminatosi fra le tenebre per inseguire un miraggio. Non resta dunque che ripercorrere i passi del giovane in un folle labirinto sulle tracce di un libro maledetto, fra antichi sortilegi e moderne rivalità accademiche, per svelare un mistero sempre più tetro, complesso e intrigante…

Ellery Queen, il famoso giallista-detective, decide di trasferirsi nella pacifica cittadina di Wrightsville in cerca di tranquillità e colore locale per il suo prossimo romanzo; il posto sembra ideale, quieto fino alla noia, e gli abitanti sono una splendida fonte di ispirazione, con i loro tic e i piccoli vizi da provincia americana. Ellery passa il tempo leggendo e passeggiando, ma ama anche ascoltare le chiacchiere dei cittadini del piccolo centro. I pettegolezzi più gustosi ruotano intorno al matrimonio, improvviso quanto imprevedibile, tra la ricca Nora Wright e Jim, il giovane che anni prima l’aveva abbandonata a due passi dall’altare. Quando Nora inizia a soffrire di un male misterioso, l’intera città si trasforma in un covo di vipere e tutti sono pronti ad accusare l’uomo di avere avvelenato la moglie. Ma è possibile che Jim abbia sposato il suo antico amore solo per ucciderla? Naturalmente Ellery non riuscirà a scrivere una sola riga, impegnato come sarà a scoprire l’insospettabile verità nascosta dietro il primo delitto che la sonnacchiosa Wrightsville abbia conosciuto da molto tempo.

Un mattino di una torrida estate sivigliana i coniugi Vega vengono trovati morti nella loro casa di Santa Clara, la città-giardino costruita nei primi anni Cinquanta dagli americani nella città andalusa. Malgrado ogni indizio sembri indicare un patto suicida, l’ispettore Javier Falcón è tutt’altro che convinto. Dalle indagini sull’attività di Rafael Vega, un costruttore di successo, emergono ambigui legami con la mafia russa. E i primi interrogatori rivelano che la comunità dell’esclusiva Santa Clara nasconde disperazione, fallimenti ed enigmi inconfessati. Fra i primi a parlare vi sono Marty Krugman, architetto americano che lavorava con Vega, e la bellissima moglie Madeleine. Si sono trasferiti lì, stando alle loro dichiarazioni, per sfuggire all’America del dopo 11 settembre, ma il loro passato sembra nascondere ben altre motivazioni. Un altro vicino chiamato in causa è l’attore Fabio Ortega, la cui stella si è offuscata dopo che il figlio è finito in galera per un delitto infamante. Sotto il caldo impietoso dell’Andalusia l’elenco delle morti misteriose si allunga. E dopo che una nuova pista sembra portare Falcón a un giro di pedofili che si credeva debellato, seguiamo col fiato sospeso l’ispettore mentre collega indizi e fili in apparenza irrilevanti e ricostruisce un complicato intrigo che lo costringe a confrontarsi con le atrocità della psiche umana.

Jack Hollis had finally steeled himself for what had to be done: When a man is threatening your daughter and grandson, when reason can’t stop it, when restraining orders don’t work and the police can’t help, then a father’s choices are limited. David Rakubian was vicious, abusive, powerful, deadly — and Angela’s husband. Everyone Hollis knew, the members of his family, his friends, all wanted to help save Angela. But this was something Jack had to do himself: Failure would be costly; success just as risky. Now he waited across the road from Rakubian’s house, hoping he’d get home quickly, before he lost his nerve.

But Rakubian never got there, and the distraught father came up with another plan, something foolproof. Promising Rakubian a meeting with Angela so they could discuss their problems, he arranged for them to be somewhere isolated, somewhere a body could be easily disposed of, somewhere that would offer a perfect alibi.

But Rakubian never got there, either. And when Hollis finally tracks him down, he discovers that someone may have done his job for him. Now he doesn’t know who to protect: There are too many people who’d wanted to help Angela, too many suspects (including himself); so many people and no one saying a word.

The detached yet penetrating account of the savage and senseless murder of a family.With the publication of this book, Capote permanently ripped through the barrier separating crime reportage from serious literature. As he reconstructs the 1959 murder of a Kansas farm family and the investigation that led to the capture, trial, and execution of the killers, Capote generates suspense and empathy.

After much tragedy and violence, Jack Taylor has at long last found contentment. Of course, he still knocks back too much Jameson and dabbles in uppers, but he has a new woman in his life, a freshly bought apartment, and little sign of trouble on the horizon.

But once again, trouble comes to him, this time in the form of a wealthy Frenchman who wants Jack to investigate the double-murder of his twin sons. Jack is meanwhile roped into looking after his girlfriend’s nine-year-old son, and is in for a shock with the appearance of a character from his past.

The plot is a chess game and all of the pieces seem to be moving at the behest of one dangerously mysterious player: a vigilante called ‘Silence’, because he’s the last thing his victims will ever hear.