Novedades

Most people don’t even notice them—three tiny figures sitting at the end of a long pier in the corner of one of the most famous paintings in the world. Most people think it’s just a depiction of the sea. But Louisa, an artist herself, knows otherwise and she is determined to find out the story of these three enigmatic figures. Twenty-five years earlier, in a distant town, a group of teenagers find refuge from their difficult home lives by spending their days laughing and telling stories out on a pier.

Vienna, 1911. Gustav Klimt, the most famous painter in the Austrian Empire, the darling of Viennese society, spots a woman’s nude body in the Danube canal. He knows he should summon a policeman, but he can’t resist stopping to make a sketch first. And as he draws, the woman coughs. She’s alive! Back at his studio, Klimt and his model-turned-muse Wally tend to the erstwhile-drowned girl. She’s nearly feral and doesn’t remember who she is, or how she came to be floating in the canal. Klimt names her Judith, after one of his most famous paintings, and resolves to help her find her memory.

“The afternoon of September first, dishwater-gray and rainy, a man named Dale Figgo picked up a hitchhiker on Gus Grissom Boulevard in Tangelo Falls, Florida. The hitchhiker, who reminded Figgo of Danny DeVito, asked for a lift to the interstate. Figgo said he’d take him there after finishing an errand.” Thus begins Fever Beach, with an errand that leads—in pure Hiaasen-style—into the depths of Florida at its most Floridian: a sun-soaked bastion of right-wing extremism, white power, greed, and corruption.

Determined to take American progress back at least 100 years, a quirk of fate sees Trump and his assorted dodgy crew instantly transported back in time: to Victorian England. It’s a land he dreams of, and one yet to progress with vaccines or education, or even ways to arrest and convict crooked City conmen. The rest is re-written history! This time-swapping literary mashup rewrites Trump's destiny. Now on genuine hard times, the former guy has slithered from The White House and Trumped Up Tower back in time to a tiny terraced house in quaint Victorian London. He spars endlessly with ...

`Written by Vernon Coleman under the pen name `Don Quixote', this is a savage, satirical, biting, black comedy. It is nothing like Vernon Coleman's usual books. The heroine kills, kill and kills again - but I couldn't help liking her enormously.' Harriet's husband was an author. He killed himself when his books were 'destroyed' by a series of malicious one star reviews. Harriet, now a freshly bereaved widow, is full of quiet, smouldering rage. She becomes a ruthless, successful serial killer who goes after each of the reviewers and systematically murders them - though cleverly making the ...

A riotous satire of greed, gullibility, and cosmic con artistry – perfect for fans of Catch-22 and Fargo. In the sleepy town of Aspil, Mayor Bert – ‘just Bert’ to his adoring folks – rules with a grin and a promise of riches. When he warns a meteor is hurtling toward their quaint square, the townsfolk don’t panic; they cheer. Bert’s solution? A world-first marvel: the largest trampoline ever built, designed to bounce the cosmic threat back to the stars. Enter Mr. Slick, a silver-tongued stranger from Baddelbury, peddling blueprints and insurance against celestial incursion ...

What happens to the regular people during an alien invasion? What about after humanity gets it's butt kicked? If you, like me, aren't a super soldier, trained assassin, billionaire playboy philanthropist, god or hulk, then you start working for your new alien overlords. And no, you don't get some cool "fly a spaceship around" job- you get to be a farmer!

One Last Shindig—the new novella from the author of The Sound of Suffering, Nana, Crows, and Chasing the Dragon. The world as we know it is coming to an end, but this group of geriatrics on one last shindig have no idea what’s in store. As far as they’re concerned, they’re on a quick jaunt to see a cave full of glow worms and then back to the hotel for apple pie and custard. So, get the muscle spray ready and change into your big underpants, because you’re going to need them. Take your seat on this hilarious and terrifying coach tour into Hell.

Humor is healthy. Author & narrator Alfonso F.R. provides a vital tool for snapping millions out of hip-hop hypnosis, this audiobook. You’ve heard a disgusting hip-hop song today, haven’t you? The most pervasive poison in society is difficult to avoid. This “music" isn’t to empower, educate, or motivate you. It’s to hypnotize you into becoming a hedonistic derelict. Do you think it’s natural to listen to percussion instruments with a guy talking about drugs, violence, and depravity? The tribalistic war drums tap into your instincts to condition you into a life of idiocy. It isn’t music.

In the summer of 1987, StarBright Shopping Mall is the place to be—until a masked killer with a bizarre fixation on butts turns it into a slaughtering ground. As the booty count rises, panic spreads faster than parachute pants on an ironing board. With a mix of laugh-out-loud humor and spine-chilling terror, this book will keep you on the edge of your seat, wondering, “Why did anyone write this?” and “Is my butt truly safe?”

She left the big city police force to start life over as a private investigator in a small mountain town, where things prove to be a little too quiet...until she lands in jail next to a drunk hippie with a missing son and ends up tied to a tree in the forest.

The Misconceived Conception of a Baby Named Jesus is an award winning religious satire; a fast-paced comedic re-imagining of the events surrounding the birth of Jesus with sensibilities similar to The Book of Mormon and Monty Python’s Life of Brian.

Damien is a washed-up exorcist who never believed in happy endings—until one of his cursed blog posts goes viral. Now he’s “The Loveorcist,” a foul-mouthed, whiskey-loving relationship guru for the haunted and heartbroken. Too bad his most persistent fan is a beautiful demon named Lilith…who might be falling for him.

In the early 1970s, Poe is living a nomadic life, hopping trains, sleeping rough, and juggling to feed himself. He eventually settles in Philadelphia and masters his street act before ever-growing crowds. When one of his fellow buskers presents him with an opportunity—a bank heist—he should have refused, an innocent bystander is killed, and he splits town a felon.

Welcome to Marigold Lake, where the scones are sweet, the secrets are buried deep, and the Boston Terrier has better instincts than the local police. Claire Fisher thought she was getting a fresh start when she took over her great-aunt’s quaint B&B—complete with vintage doilies, opinionated guests, and a snorting sidekick named Sadie. But when a mysterious guest arrives, an old map resurfaces, and a decades-old scandal threatens to ruin more than breakfast, Claire finds herself tangled in a mystery that might just be too big for a stack of muffins to fix. Add in her ex-husband’s new ...

Rick Black—a name as ordinary as the man behind it is extraordinary. For centuries, he has roamed the earth, guiding souls to their final rest. But eternity isn’t all scythes and sunsets. Even Death gets lonely. Enter the unlikeliest of scenarios: a modern dating reality show where “connections transcend the physical.” For Rick, it’s a chance to blend in, to feel human, and perhaps, to find the one who can see beyond his skeletal grin.

Being best friends with a mega-star has its perks, and music journalist Nicole Wilde takes full advantage of them. But it also has its responsibilities. When lead singer Dylan King disappears the night before a charity gig, it’s up to Nicole to track him down. Half a dozen groupies, a haunted hotel, a tattoo parlour, a reality show runner-up and a crazy bed-hopping, sleepless night later – will she find him before the tour bus leaves town? And when she does, is it time to head home? Or to jump on the tour bus and go along for the ride?

After thirty years of friendship, Pam dreams of her perfect retirement with Nancy, Shalisa, Marlene, and their husbands—until their husbands pool their funds for an investment that goes terribly wrong. Suddenly, their golden years are looking as dreary as their marriages. But when the women discover their husbands have seven-figure life insurance policies, a new dream forms. And this time, they need a hitman.

Lloyd McNeil has served as an officer with the Atlanta Police Department for 20 years while being a devoted father to his teenage son. But then he learns the worst possible news: He has learned he has an inoperable brain tumor, and he has only months left to live. Lloyd begins throwing himself into a series of increasingly dangerous situations, but things don’t go according to plan. Instead of dying, he becomes a civic hero. Meanwhile, a malevolent force from his past shadows Lloyd as he tries to get his affairs in order, teach his son the lessons he needs to be a good person.

I'm willing to admit that I shouldn't read spicy scenes in public. But in my defense, the opportunity rarely rises elsewhere. As a single mom and farm owner, my time is stretched thinner than horse hair. Besides, I'd reached a pivotal peak in the story and couldn't put it down. That is, until someone bumps into me. My phone launches into the air like a base hit, but the device is caught before smashing into the ground. It comes as no surprise, considering the guy is a professional baseball star.