Countless writers and artists have spoken for a generation, but no one has done it quite like Chuck Klosterman. With an exhaustive knowledge of popular culture and an almost effortless ability to spin brilliant prose out of unlikely subject...
Fresh off the runway at Teterboro, Stone Barrington arrives home to find an unexpected new client on his doorstep, anxiously soliciting Stone’s help. But everything is not as it seems, when the client reveals the true nature — and value — of...
‘Poker night had started off as a legitimate monthly card game; it was Frans who’d turned it into “poke-her” night. He’d been going to a gentleman’s club in the city for quite some time. It was he who had suggested that they spice up...
Julianna Elizabeth Waters promises her dying father to save the family estate at all costs, even if it means marrying for money, and not love. After years of taking care of her sick parents, she's become afraid to push past the walls of her...
Undercover DEA agent Caleb Black is home for the holidays – possibly to bust his own father. But maybe Caleb's con-man dad isn't the one running drugs through the small town of Black Oak. Maybe it's the green-eyed goddess who runs the New Age...
"What a find!" – Jayne Ann Krentz
She explained THE TROUBLE WITH VALENTINE'S DAY (as if you didn't know!) Now Rachel Gibson tells all about…
SEX…
What is it about men anyway? Bad cars, bad jobs, even bad teeth – nothing convinces them that...
Stone Barrington takes on a client who gives him a run for his money in the newest heart-stopping thriller from the #1 New York Times - bestselling author.
Fresh off the runway at Teterboro, Stone Barrington arrives home to find an unexpected new...
As far as she can tell, Nell Harris is either going insane or she is in love. Nell thought she had been summoned to Prague to work on an inscription in a rare fourteenth-century breastplate. Instead, she is immersed in the world of the Moravian Dark...
An anthology of stories edited by Todd Robinson
My fingers can't find the bullet holes. They're there, because they brought me down.
Like a guitar riff sharp enough to slit a throat or the devil's amplifiers shrieking through the lonely night, this...