Showing results for "Hate" in Crime Fiction

I'm used to women wanting me, not hating me, but my wife looks at me like she's hoping my next breath will be my last. Our marriage wasn't by choice, but when I vowed to be her husband, I meant it. I never go back on my word, so we're married whether she likes it or not. At least for the moment. The plan was for me to stay married until we got what we needed from her brothers. As long as I don't touch her, we can annul this unfortunate blip on my bachelor timeline. The problem is she looks sweet, and she smells sweet, and then I risk everything and take a taste.

Florence, Ex-Partygirl, wählt stets den leichtesten Weg. Nach dem Ende ihrer Girlband-Karriere lebt sie stets pleite und alleinerziehend in London. Der einzige Lichtblick: ihr Sohn Dylan, ein sensibler Zehnjähriger an einer versnobten Eliteschule – und ihr einziger Grund, morgens überhaupt aufzustehen. Doch als Alfie, Dylans Mobber und Erbe eines Tiefkühlimperiums, während eines Schulausflugs spurlos verschwindet, gerät Dylan unter Verdacht.

When a firebomb attack at a Brighton travellers' site kills women and children, Chief Superintendent Jo Howe has strong reason to believe the new, dubiously elected, far-right council leader is behind the murders. Against the direct orders of her chief constable, Jo digs deeper into the killings. She uncovers a criminal ring of human trafficking and euthanasia all leading to a devastating plot which threatens thousands of lives and from which the murderous politician looks sure to walk away scot-free.

Visiting hours were over, and the Jeffrey Long Museum in San Francisco was quiet. In the private office of the owner, Jeffrey sat at his desk staring at the note in his hand; a note that was damp with his own perspiration. The hands trembled, as there was a tight nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach, symptoms of terror. It had all started three months ago when Jeffrey Long had received the first envelope when in Cairo.