It’s a crime tailor-made for the Peculiar Crimes Unit: a controversial artist is murdered and displayed as part of her own outrageous installation. No suspects, no motive, no evidence – it’s business as usual for the Unit’s cantankerous...
A thrilling new novella about a Jekyll and Hyde - obsessed Scot in Paris from the international-bestselling author of the Inspector Rebus mysteries.
For recent college graduate Ronald Hastie, a job at the legendary Shakespeare and Company bookshop...
Is the key to a therapist's murder hidden away…in a patient's mind?
Is a shrink's death fall a Freudian slip?
Hannah Ives has every reason to mind her own business. Having survived a recent bout with breast cancer, she's opting for reconstructive...
A bomb scare at Aintree halted the Grand National in 1997 and the racecourse was evacuated; twenty-two years earlier, Dick Francis had written a short story describing such an event at another course. Now, for the first time, Dick Francis has...
Baguettes, bodies, and haute couture galore! Shoe designer turned amateur sleuth Maddie Springer is at it again-this time in fabulously fashionable Paris.
When Europe's designer du jour, Jean Luc LeCroix, invites Maddie to show her creations at...
Two tales of political intrigue in which the Saint untangles international issues. In The Imprudent Professor the free world ignores a professors brilliant strategy for harnessing solar energy — because of its threat to major oil suppliers. The...
The desert air is hot with sex and betrayal, death and madness and only Archer can make sense of a killer who makes murder a work of art. Finding a purloined portrait of a leggy blonde was supposed to be an easy paycheck for Detective Lew Archer,...
A governmental think-tank, whose remit is to curb the independence of the intelligence service, has lost one of its key members, and Claude Whelan—one-time head of MI5's Regent’s Park—is tasked with tracking her down. But the trail leads...
I’m finally coming to terms with the fact I can speak to animals, even though the only one who ever talks back is the crabby tabby I’ve taken to calling Octo-Cat. What I haven’t quite worked out is how to hide my secret…
Now one of the...