Bøger af Andrew Diamond

Years of writing thoughtful, heartfelt literary fiction have brought Joe McElwee nothing but poverty and obscurity. Now his blockbuster formulaic thriller, full of mindless action and tired but proven tropes, has him on the verge of wealth and fame.Not everyone is happy though. Joe's friend Veronica, a staunch supporter of his honest early work, criticizes him for selling out. Frustrated at his refusal to hear her concerns, she puts a curse on him, forcing him to live as a character inside the novel of an author he despises, the bestselling hack Niall Turner, who is the undisputed king of the detective-thriller genre.McElwee wakes up in nineteen-forties Los Angeles to discover he's entered The Turnerverse, a world marked by two-dimensional characters, outdated stereotypes, gaping plot holes, and poor editing.Worse yet, he's apparently just committed a murder. In short order, he has to figure out who he is, who his friends and enemies are, and how he fits into a universe that doesn't quite make sense. Along the way, he picks up a beautiful mistress, a femme fatale, an inept assassin, and a sinking sense of shame as he's forced to inhabit the kind of shoddy writing he's now producing."I brought you here," Veronica tells him, "to rub your nose in the Turnerverse, so you can see what you're becoming."Will it be enough to save an honest writer? Or will the lure of wealth and fame be too much for Joe McElwee?

A mysterious woman fleeing an unknown terror boards the wrong plane at San Francisco International and disappears into the heart of the country. Freddy Ferguson, a troubled detective with a violent past, believes she's the only living witness to a crime that has captivated the nation.Sifting through the wreckage of her past, he begins to understand who she's running from, and why. Now he must track her down before her pursuers can silence her for good.

A corporate executive vanishes without a trace. His domineering boss wants him back in the office, ASAP.Did Karl Larsson run off with a mistress? Was he kidnapped? Or had he just walked out once and for all on a life of debt and struggle?The deeper Freddy Ferguson digs into this one, the less it makes sense. The statements from Larsson's long-suffering wife, from the stoner security guard who was the last to see the man alive, and from the respected reporter known for having the inside scoop just don't add up.Where is the truth in this most perplexing of cases? Maybe in a slip of the tongue by an arrogant man, or in a dopesick junkie's account of a seemingly random attack. Maybe in the pocket of a man who stalks without fear of being seen, or in the multimillion-dollar transactions of an anonymous shell company.One thing's for sure, Freddie needs to crack this case before he becomes its next victim.

A wealthy business owner asks investigator Claire Chastain to solve a simple case. Is his employee stealing or not?From the moment she's hired, subtle clues tell her something's wrong: the unbusinesslike business owner, the lingering scent of a woman on the stairs, the rustle in the curtains where someone watches from above.Claire's gut tells her the case isn't about theft. Her investigation turns up a pathologically anxious suspect, a deeply dysfunctional family, and a murder that she herself appears to have committed."If I had known what this case would turn into," she reflects, "I never would have accepted it. No one walks into a burning house."But she's in it, and she has to find her way out...

John Manis, aka Johnny Manic—charming, stylish, impulsive, and reckless—is racked with guilt over the secret he doesn't dare tell. Marilyn Dupree, passionate and volatile, has too much money and the wrong husband. Johnny and Marilyn have a chemistry like nitrogen and glycerine, and that makes Detective Lou Eisenfall very uneasy.A twisting tale of deception, murder, and psychological suspense that barrels along at breakneck pace, Johnny Manic is a throwback to the classic crime fiction of Raymond Chandler, Jim Thompson, Dorothy Hughes, and Patricia Highsmith.