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Medical student Amy Brenner is spending the night on a locked psychiatric ward. Amy has been dreading her evening working on Ward D, the hospital’s inpatient mental health unit. There are very specific reasons why she never wanted to do this required overnight rotation. Reasons nobody can ever find out. And as the hours tick by, Amy grows increasingly convinced something terrible is happening within these tightly secured walls.

My husband has a son I never knew about. Now he’s in our home. And I don’t know if I’m safe. He's eighteen, claims to be my husband's son, and needs a place to stay. He’s family, and I have no choice but to let him in. The next day, a local girl is found dead in our community pool. And guess who’s the prime suspect?

Just when I thought I’d got my life back together, a handsome stranger moves in across the street. He says he lost his wife six months ago. He says he’s here for a fresh start. But I think he might be a killer. Three months ago, a serial killer tore through our perfect little community. But he’s dead now, and I’m doing my best to pretend everything’s normal — pot roasts, Pilates, and that my stepson TJ didn’t upend our lives the minute he arrived. That was before the new neighbour moved in...

My husband doesn't understand why I want to return to work, especially while our daughter is still so young. She's only four weeks old. But I'm at risk of losing my job if I don't. Hiring a nanny seems like the best solution, and Bree Miller is the perfect answer — she's young, bright and immediately adores Delilah. We go for a walk in Central Park on Bree's first day. I'm taking a call when I hear a loud, high-pitched shriek. My heart races in my chest as I turn the corner. A man dressed head-to-toe in black has his fingers wrapped around the handle of Delilah's stroller...

Silas West studied the darkest minds in the world. Now one of them is studying him. When a mutilated body washes ashore near Kingston, Washington, the local authorities are out of their depth. The injuries aren’t just brutal, they’re deliberate. A gruesome fusion of military torture and ritualistic branding. Former military psychologist Silas West left D. C. to write a memoir and rebuild his life in a quiet town on Washington's Puget Sound. But when he’s asked to consult on the case, what begins as a favor turns into an obsession.

Jenny sits in the same seat on the same train every week, seeing familiar faces come and go. Until a chance encounter shatters her world. Sixteen years ago, Jenny survived a traumatic ordeal that left her best friend, Susie, missing and presumed dead. The world has its theories about what happened to Susie Patterson, and one of those theories points the finger at Jenny. Now she lives a quiet life, volunteering at a crisis helpline while trying to deal with her own anxiety and the true crime fans obsessed with finding her missing friend.

I thought moving to this quiet cul-de-sac was the fresh start my husband and I needed, escaping the noise of our cramped flat in Hounslow. I left India and all that was familiar for a new life with him in England. But my husband works all hours, leaving me alone in a house that doesn’t feel like a home. Our neighbours notice the bruises on my arms. They draw the obvious conclusions. They seem kind, but they’re hiding something. I just can’t shake the feeling that someone is always watching me . . . waiting. My husband’s working late. Again. That’s when I see it.

You are invited to the most glamorous event of the year. But this dream wedding is about to turn into a nightmare. I should have known a fairy-tale ending was too much to hope for. Marrying Suraj Sharma — billionaire, golden boy and the man who plucked me from obscurity — was meant to be my fresh start. A new life. A clean slate. But as I stand on the edge of the most extravagant wedding imaginable, the past I thought I'd buried begins to claw its way back.

Every Halloween, Satan's Affair will come to you. We travel the country, offering terrifying haunted houses, thrilling rides and the tastiest food. And with every passing town, I cleanse this world, one execution at a time. I hide within the walls, casting my judgement for those that reek of evil, singing lullabies to their rotting souls. Once you've been chosen, there's no escaping my henchmen—they cater to my every desire.

Internationally best-selling novelist Irvin D. Yalom explores the mindsets of two men separated by 300 years. Using his skills as a psychiatrist, he explores the inner lives of Baruch Spinoza, the Jewish 17th-century secular philosopher, and of Alfred Rosenberg, outspoken Nazi ideologue, faithful servant of Hitler, the main author of racial policy for the Third Reich, and a godless mass murderer....

Penny Francone, age 16, is a murderer. Her guilt is beyond doubt: she was found alone in the victim’s apartment, covered in blood, holding the murder weapon. The victim’s identity and her secret relationship to Penny give Penny the perfect motive, sealing the deal. All the jury needs to decide now is where Penny will serve out her sentence. Will she be found not guilty by reason of insanity, as her lawyer intends to argue? Or will she get a life sentence in a maximum-security prison?

Private investigator Jim Bean is a straightforward, to-the-point man. He likes his cases to follow suit. But when his latest client, Sophie Evers, asks him to find her brother Daniel, Jim has no idea how complicated his life is about to become. As he falls deep into a manipulative game of cat and mouse, Jim uncovers the horrible truth about Sophie. Now he must set things right before her plan leads to the loss of innocent souls...even more than it already has.

It was supposed to be a typical October evening for renowned portrait artist Will Light. Over dinner of lamb tagine, his wife, Sophie, would share news about chorus rehearsals for the upcoming holiday concert, and their teenage daughter, Lucy, would chatter about French club and field hockey. Only Lucy never came home. Her body was found, days later, in the woods. The Eastern Seaboard town of Port Fortune used to be Will's comfort. Now, there's no safe harbor for him.

Lorsque Gabby, son ancienne amie de fac, l’invite à passer les fêtes en Écosse, dans sa maison isolée au bord du lac, Sasha sait que c’est une mauvaise idée. Douze ans auparavant, alors que Sasha et ses cinq meilleurs amis s’amusaient la veille de Noël, un drame a fait basculer leur amitié à tout jamais. Un drame si terrible que depuis ce soir-là, Sasha n’a plus eu aucun contact avec ses anciens camarades.

Le lendemain d'une violente tempête, le corps d'une adolescente est retrouvé dans les bois. La police est pressée de trouver le meurtrier et d'élucider cette tragédie, mais sans preuves solides ni témoin, l'affaire demeure un mystère. Désespérément en quête de ce tueur sadique, la police se lance dans une traque effrénée et finit par trouver son homme : un inconnu sans alibi. Lorsque le suspect avoue le crime, l'affaire est close. Mais deux femmes soupçonnent une supercherie et se décident à découvrir coûte que coûte ce qui s'est véritablement passé.

Opening my eyes, I see a nurse standing over my bed. She wipes away my tears as she tells me I was in a car crash and it was my fault. Confused, I only remember snapshots of my life, but I’m not convinced the crash was an accident. My marriage had been perfect, until my husband, John, met Rebecca. He said they were just friends and that I was imagining things when I saw them cosied up like they were on a date.

Faccio un respiro profondo mentre mi avvicino al lodge con le pareti di vetro che la mia ex suocera, Angela, ha prenotato per il suo compleanno. Non avevo alcuna voglia di andare in vacanza con il mio ex marito e la sua nuova moglie, ma lei ha insistito perché io e i miei figli facessimo finta di essere una famiglia felice. Poi arriva una telefonata dalla polizia. Qualcuno è stato ucciso. E pensano che noi sappiamo qualcosa. Il cuore mi batte all'impazzata mentre osservo la neve alta accumulata alla finestra. Siamo intrappolati in questa casa. C'è un assassino tra noi.

Et si chaque indice n’était qu’un leurre? Dans ce jeu de pistes où les certitudes vacillent, la vérité se dévoile par fragments puis se dérobe, forçant à recomposer le tableau pièce par pièce. Pierre Cusson installe un suspense feutré où le moindre détail peut tout faire basculer. Au fil de l’écoute, les signes se répondent, les hypothèses s’affrontent, et il faut choisir quoi croire—ou qui. Une immersion haletante pour celles et ceux qui aiment dénouer les énigmes et suivre les traces jusqu’au dernier tournant, sans jamais perdre le fil.

Eines späten Abends gingen vier Freunde zu einem Park in einem wohlhabenden Viertel von Bainbridge Island, um den Verkauf ihres Tech-Start-ups zu feiern. Am nächsten Morgen wurden drei Leichen gefunden. Eine Zeugin war noch am Leben. Von Geburt an blind, hat sie nichts gesehen. Aber sie hat alles gehört. Privatdetektiv Thomas Austin ist die einzige Person, die sie dazu bringen kann, sich zu öffnen. Auf der Insel gestrandet, weil die Brücken und Fähren wegen eines seltenen Sommersturms außer Betrieb sind, muss Austin den Fall lösen, bevor der Sturm vorbei ist und der Mörder für immer entkommt.

В XVI веке сотни жителей Страсбурга в Эльзасе танцевали целыми днями, не в силах остановиться, и многие падали замертво от истощения. Почти четыреста лет спустя танцевальная эпидемия возвращается, на этот раз в тихий курортный городок на Кейп-Коде. Полиция в замешательстве, в городке расползаются панические слухи, бедствие принимает такие масштабы, что привлекает интерес национальной прессы.