Mature Thrillers

David Copperfield was a little boy who grew up in an unfortunate family. His father died six months before David’s birth. Later his mother remarried to a cruel man who beat him up. David however fought back and bit him. This resulted in David getting sent to a boarding school which he did not finish because of his mother’s death. All in all, David’s life has been a string of misfortunes. His development from infancy to maturity happened unnecessarily fast.

I should’ve trusted him, believed him when he told me he was only trying to keep my safe. I thought the worst was behind me. Little did I know the worst was yet to come. Kidnapped by a man capable of the worst kind of evil, I am thrust into a dark and dangerous world where blood and wealth are the only things that matter. I’m a pawn in the war for power. The man I was desperate to escape from is now the only one that can save me. I’ll do anything to be back in his arms. He saved me once; he’ll do it again.

Every man who meets Rainey wants her. Having lived a life of sex, drugs, and manipulation, she is a temptation with far too many secrets. When psychologist, Justin Redding, is assigned to Rainey's case, he has no way of knowing the tale of debauchery he will encounter. On a twisted path of love, loss, and murder, Rainey leads Justin through the events of her life. Death follows Rainey.... Justin fights to discover her secrets....

Imagine a sophisticated thirty-two-year old Nancy Drew who has a career as a wine magazine writer, is not interested in monogamy, and has the kind of sex appeal only an independent woman can possess. Meet Jean Applequist. Though she despises the groom, Jean boards an elegant yacht in San Francisco Bay for the wedding of her good friend Diane and wealthy real estate developer Martin Wingo. But things go terribly wrong, the evening ending in tragedy rather than celebration when, after exchanging vows, Wingo disappears into the bay.

In 1934 all the national publications sent their star reporters to remote Virginia to cover the trial of Erma Morton: a beautiful 21-year-old mountain girl with a teaching degree, accused of murdering her father – a drunken tyrant of a man.

Dmytryk Knight was a respectable man who had followed the blueprints for the American Dream: go to college, find the girl of your dreams, get married, buy a house on the affluent side of Detroit. He’d done it all by the book. But when a crippling recession annihilates the auto industry, Dmytryk and his wife, Cora, suddenly find themselves without jobs and in foreclosure. And after two years of taking any job they can find and trying to live honestly, they realize that integrity just doesn’t pay the bills.

Thailand 1996. The Year of The Rat. Pete, a young travel writer, wanders into a Bangkok go-go bar and meets the love of his life. Joy is the girl of his dreams, young, stunningly pretty, and one of the Zombie Bar's top-earning pole dancers. What follows is a roller-coaster ride of sex, drugs, and deception, as Pete discovers that his very own private dancer is not all that she claims to be. And that far from being the girl of his dreams, Joy is his own personal nightmare.

Dr. Rhea Lynch is deputized as special assistant deputy coroner when the full-time coroner is shot. The shooter, a young man, claims that his sister has been abducted; Rhea believes him and attempts to help find the truth. A bizarre chain of events follows that embroils the doctor in a mystery that puts her own life at risk.

Raven loves the night life, chasing women and her next high. Men and women fall under her spell at first sight, but she only has eyes for women. She accepts all shapes, sizes, and forms, for they are mere pawns in the quest to feed her cravings. She has a little secret, though - one that could have catastrophic results for anyone who encounters her, one that could lead Raven into a sticky situation - but her cravings are too powerful for her to resist. Will her little secret come back with a vengeance?

The classy dame who walks into fledgling private eye Philemon's office is like Venus in motion and is most definitely a Witch. But dealing with Supernaturals - or "Supes" for short - is Phil's beat, since he himself is a shape-changing Were. And this sexy sorceress is offering him the "friendship of her thighs" to investigate a murder, so how can he possibly refuse? But the Warlock slaying in question turns out to be only the first in a series of homicides, because someone - or something - is picking off Supes like insects.

Maddie Faraday's life would be perfect if it weren't for her cheating husband, her suspicious daughter, her gossipy mother, her secretive best friend, her nosy neighbors, and that guy she lost her virginity to 20 years ago.

In Tell Me Lies, Jennifer Crusie dishes up a funny, sexy, suspenseful novel about small-town secrets, big-time betrayals and the redemptive power of love, laughter and chocolate brownies.

Ian and Braden Thomas return to the United States to extract Katie Buchanan, the sister of the teammate who betrayed them. She could very well be the key to taking down the man responsible for turning Ian and Braden into unstable cat shifters. Unfortunately, they're not the only ones after Katie. Katie has no intention of going quietly or of offering her trust on a silver platter. She's got troubles of her own that don't include two pain-in-the-ass men who claim her dead brother sent them. She's too busy trying to stay one step ahead of Ricardo de la Cruz, the brother of a man she killed.

Asher: Falls mein Bruder je wieder aus dem Knast kommt, werde ich ihn für den ganzen Ärger erwürgen, den er mir eingebrockt hat. Was für eine dämliche Idee, Koks in der Wohnung neben meiner zu verstecken - zu allem Überfluss Koks, das ihm nicht gehört. Natürlich ist den ursprünglichen Besitzern aufgefallen, dass es weg ist, und jetzt muss ich in die Nachbarwohnung einbrechen, um es zurückzubekommen. Dabei bin ich doch der Gute! Peyton: Der Verlag sitzt mir im Nacken, meine Lektorin ist verzweifelt und meine Testleserinnen sagen es mir schonungslos: Meine Sexszenen sind unterirdisch schlecht.