Dark Crime Thrillers

John Kenric has really messed things up with his wife, Gillian, and now he must make amends. The problem is he not only lied to her, but he almost died fighting the enemy. He has truly tested the limits of her love. Will she able to forgive him? Gillian Morgan has been betrayed by the two men who claim to love her most. They not only betrayed her, but they put their own lives in jeopardy. Can she forgive them and finally tell them the secret she's been keeping? Patrick is torn between his loyalty to John and his love for Gillian. He wants to love them both, but John is making it hard. Can ...

Unlock a new level of fear. It is well known among law enforcement personnel that murderers can be categorized on a scale of 25 levels of evil, from the naive opportunists starting out at Level 1 to the organized, premeditated torture-murderers who inhabit Level 25. What almost no one knows is that a new category of killer is in the process of being defined. Only one man belongs to this group. His targets: Anyone. His methods: Unlimited. His alias: Sqweegel. His classification: Level 26.

Junior Bender, Los Angeles burglar and off-the-books detective to the felonious, is reminded that rock and roll will never die (no matter how fervently he wishes some of it would) when Hollywood’s most dangerous geriatric mobster, Irwin Dressler, retains Junior’s investigative services to solve a rather unharmonious problem. Junior has one weekend to figure out who’s to blame—a weekend that begins with his tires being slashed, threatening notes left on his car, and a theatrical backdrop falling on a drummer during the truly terrible first set of the first concert.

In an opulent mansion at the borders of the Empire, an Imperial officer lies dead - killed when a tree spontaneously erupted from his body. Even here, where contagions abound and the blood of the Leviathans works strange magical changes, it's a death at once terrifying and impossible. Called in to solve the crime is Ana Dolabra, an investigator whose reputation for brilliance is matched only by her eccentricity. At her side is her new assistant, Dinios Kol, an engraver, magically altered to possess a perfect memory.

When a young woman is found lying half-naked in the snow, bleeding and unconscious, and a highly esteemed, elderly writer falls to his death in the local theater, Ari is dragged straight into the heart of a community where he can trust no one and secrets and lies are a way of life. Past plays tag with the present and the claustrophobic tension mounts as Ari is thrust ever deeper into his own darkness - blinded by snow and with a killer on the loose.

Everyone in my family has killed someone. Some of us, the high achievers, have killed more than once. I’m not trying to be dramatic, but it is the truth. Some of us are good, others are bad, and some just unfortunate. I’m Ernest Cunningham. Call me Ern or Ernie. I wish I’d killed whoever decided our family reunion should be at a ski resort, but it’s a little more complicated than that.

After her messy divorce, Angelina Bonaparte refuses to let any man hold her back. She’s even opened a private eye practice to help other victims of relationships gone sour. So when she crosses paths with a detective who believes a crime scene is no place for a woman, she sets out to change his mind.

Charlie just wants a quiet life … Then he finds a human skull buried in the front yard. Mystery writer Charlie McGinley moves from L.A. to a small town in New Mexico. No more big-city hassles. No more big-city hustles. Guess again! Suddenly Charlie has to deal with disappearing bodies, crabby cops, crazed killers, and a very pregnant wife, while trying desperately to avoid ending up in an unmarked grave next to the mysterious stiff. Gold Medal Winner, Humor and Satire —2024 Global Book Awards “Proverbial skeletons in closets and actual ones buried in the yard help make this a bone-...

Harry Grimm views change with a wary eye. But as the usually steadfast boss struggles with upheavals among his team, he answers a call about a suspiciously abandoned camper. And he soon discovers its owners are a newlywed couple whose lottery winnings have earned them an obsessive stalker.

Audrey has a secret. She likes killing bad people. She’s on the hunt for her next victim, what she doesn’t know is that someone is also hunting her. Is there such a thing as a ‘good serial killer’? Meet Audrey King. She’s young, privileged, beautiful, desirable, respected and admired. But none of these matters to Audrey. As the youngest daughter of billionaire Victor King, she’s not interested in fast cars, fast men, private jets and super yachts. She’d rather put her allowance and her unique talents to more ‘humane’ pursuits—like killing bad people. But then it all goes...

Private investigator Mickey Friday knows being a werewolf comes with complications, but when a massive were-bear named Trigger is found dead, she’s drawn into a case she can’t ignore. Trigger had been working to escape the dangerous world of shifter gangs, and his death is quickly dismissed as gang violence. But Mickey suspects something far more sinister. Her search for answers leads her to a secretive werewolf fight ring—a brutal arena where power and dominance rule. The deeper Mickey digs, the clearer it becomes that this isn’t just about shifters fighting for sport. The ring is ...

Once, I was broken, battered, and bruised. Too weak to save myself, my summer Skye did what had to be done. My sister bears the guilt of taking a life to protect her little beanpole. I should have saved her, but I was too weak, too small, too fragile to fight. But, I’m not little anymore. I’m not scared. I’m no longer afraid. Skye’s little beanpole grew into a giant of a man, and I’m on a mission to make those who hurt us pay for their crimes. Every step of my life brings me to this moment. I will bring down evil. John Snowden doesn’t know the power of love. He has no idea what ...

When Detective CJ O’Hara and her fiancé, Investigator Ben Parrish, retreat to an isolated fishing lodge in Alaska for a romantic vacation, they’re thrilled to book the last cabin of the season and have a week away from fighting crime. But the peace is short-lived when a young woman is brutally murdered, and a massive storm moves in, leaving the guests and crew stranded with no way to communicate…or escape.

When high school student Derrick Booker, the only Black student at a posh Orange County high school, is accused of killing his white girlfriend, private investigator Jim Knighthorse is hired to dig deeper into the case. It doesn't take long for Knighthorse to realize that not everything is as it seems at tranquil Huntington High. From a band director who preys on the innocent to a vice-principal with a secret agenda, Jim has his work cut out for him. Additionally, someone has hired a professional killer to keep Knighthorse permanently off the case. As the investigation continues, ...

A national treasure hunt with a $2 million prize has driven obsessed fortune seekers to overrun the small town of Eagle’s Nest, Oregon. The hunt’s cryptic clues and the lure of wealth have exposed the desperate side of human greed: theft, fights, trespassing—and even the motive to kill. Police chief Truman Daly craves peace in his town but has a murder on his hands instead. Now the big prize isn’t the only thing hiding in the pines. So is a killer.

The complete BBC Radio collection bringing together two full-cast dramatisations of Douglas Adams' Dirk Gently novels. In Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency Dirk Gently has an unshakable belief in the interconnectedness of all things, but his Holistic Detective Agency mainly succeeds in tracking down missing cats for old ladies. Then Dirk stumbles upon an old friend behaving bizarrely - and he's drawn into a four-billion-year-old mystery that must be solved if the human race is to avoid immediate extinction....

When Chaz Perron's wife discovers that he is running a scam (posing as a marine biologist to doctor water samples so that an agribusiness tycoon can continue illegally dumping fertilizer into the Everglades), he pushes her overboard from a cruise liner. Unlucky for Chaz, Joey survives clutching a bale of Jamaican pot. Rescued from the Atlantic by a former police officer, Mick Stranahan, she decides not to report him but instead haunt and taunt him, with Mick's help, by playing dead.

She says I’m a beast. She's right. But I’m the man she needs if she wants to survive. I’m no family man. Big, bearded, tatted – I’m no teddy bear either. As a member of the Twisted Devils MC, I fix bikes and break heads. At night, it’s all about easy riding and fast women. No commitments, except to my club. Until Trixie. That night, everything changes. The curvy bar singer takes the stage and my world shifts. She’s gorgeous. And her sinful voice stirs an animal inside me. All I want is one night. Nothing more. She tells me I'm full of it. She wants nothing from a man like me. ...

(Professionally edited March 11th) He's coming for me and the only safe harbor in sight is in the arms of Axel. Tessa Man whore. Murderer. Just a few words I would use to describe him. He's the president of a local MC. And he's my Best friend's brother. Yet none of things seem to stop me from wanting him. From needing him. Betrayal cuts deep. Now I'm running from him and my past. Did I mention I'm pregnant with his twins. Axel I'm the president of The Sons Of Apocalypse MC. I want I Take. That fucking simple. I want Tessa. She backs down to no one. That's what drew me to her. Like a moth to...

I'm being hunted. Valeria Happy hour with my bestie turns into a night of terror. I'm attacked by criminals who want to kidnap me, use me, own me. Then he steps in – an insanely hot, bearded savage named Havoc. He doesn’t look like my savior, he looks like a tatted killer. But my only choice is to take his hand Havoc The second I see Valeria, I’m obsessed. She is innocence in an irresistible, curvy package. A beautiful vision that sparks my primal hunger. But even a single kiss will ruin me. Because love is a weakness for a monster like me. Yet once she’s safe in my arms, we can’t...