Résultats pour "Rosalie" dans Policier, thrillers et œuvres à suspense

Le policier de province, Marcus Kubiak rêve de ses vacances dans les îles. Un cadavre sur la falaise compromet ses plans. Dans la petite station balnéaire de Wimereux, aux portes de l'Angleterre et de la Mer du nord, dans des paysages sauvages à couper le souffle, c'est le choc. Surtout à l'approche de la saison touristique... Marcus Kubiak se voit confier l'enquête et croise sur son chemin l'intrépide journaliste, Zoé Rousseau et son flair redoutable. Mais le printemps vire au cauchemar quand un second cadavre remonte à la surface...

Un polar captivant dans le décor de la côte d'Opale. Êtes-vous prêts à découvrir la vérité ? Dans une villa de Wimereux, jolie station balnéaire de la Côte d'Opale, d'ordinaire si tranquille, une jeune femme est sauvagement assassinée. Le meilleur ami du policier Marcus Kubiak est retrouvé sur les lieux du crime. Groggy, il tient dans sa main un couteau et sa culpabilité ne fait aucun doute.

Her father was gunned down by a ruthless gang. Enraged, Rosalie Addis leaves behind everything she knows, including her fiancé, to become a bounty hunter. She rounds up the members of the gang, one-by-one, until only the elusive leader remains. Hell-bent on vengeance, her heart is not prepared when her betrothed, Paden Brooks, shows up with the tip she's been waiting for. The only catch is that she must marry him.

From author Rosalie Spielman comes a Halloween homicide in paradise... It's Kiki Hepburn's first Halloween in Aloha Lagoon, and she doesn't know exactly what to expect. Between working at the busy Aloha Lagoon Dive Shop and living with the eccentric Auntie Akamai, life is always unpredictable. But one thing Kiki definitely didn't expect to find is the dead body of Auntie Akamai's life-long friend, Celine Suzuki! And when the island's Homicide Detective Ray shows up, Kiki knows the death is not an accident—it's murder. Now Auntie Akamai's friends are all suspects in the death.

"There are many ways to tell a story... It is a question of choosing the right one." - "Sparks from the Fire" The stories in Sparks from the Fire explore a wide variety of familiar characters and settings, yet there is always something else a shadow world that haunts, disturbs, and threatens. Sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, recluses and lovers all find themselves shifting between realities: the prosaic and the mystical, even between life and death. The horrors and wonders of these parallel existences are often glimpsed, sometimes revealed, and occasionally overwhelm.

Ghosts, shamans, aliens, angels and the weirdness of life all make their appearance in this new collection of Rosalie Parker's strange tales. Her stories depict subtly shifting realities, and celebrate the fluidity of the barrier between the uncanny and the everyday. These twenty-five stories vary from contes to longer pieces, and explore the traditions of the weird tale in fresh and original ways. Contents: "Challenging Behaviour" / "Change" / "Chimera" / "Cow City" / "Dead Letters" / "Dear John" / "Fever" / "Heavenly Love" / "Him We Adore" / "Holy Innocent" / "Joy Riding".

At 13 years old, a Ouija board told me that I was destined for greatness. And the sad part? I really believed it. But 24 years later, life is anything but great. So what’s a girl to do when life gives you lemons? Grab some tequila, a blender, and move to Carmel by The Sea, of course!

Der berühmte Geisterjäger Harry Price hat in seiner Karriere bereits unzählige Trance-Medien des Betrugs überführt. Als bei einer Séance in einer feudalen Stadt-Residenz der Geist eines Mädchens namens Rosalie beschworen wird, und Price keinerlei Merkmale einer Täuschung aufdecken kann, beschließt er, die Herren aus der Baker Street 221b um ihre Mitarbeit zu bitten. Der Meisterdetektiv soll herausfinden, ob Harry Price nicht vielleicht doch einem Betrug aufgesessen ist.

Ellie's father believed one should reach for dreams and, before he disappeared, he instilled that quest in his daughter. However, he also taught her about secrets and, like the tornado that raged the day of Ellie's birth, unpredictable and disastrous secrets formed to whirl throughout her life.

Joel had applied for the Rawthorpe Award with very low expectations and so he was extremely surprised to receive a letter from the Foundation telling him that he was the recipient of one of the ten writers' bursaries on offer that year.

The Robinsons arrived late in the evening; he in black tie and she in a long cocktail dress of sheer red silk. Neither Rachel nor Clive could remember inviting them, but they hoped the couple might enliven what was threatening to become a rather dull event.

All through August Abigail looked out for the ship, counting the masts on each vessel and reading their names before they reached the harbour.

On a fine day, the dale could hold its own. White clouds scudded across a pale blue sky, casting shape-shifting shadows over the land, and just before dusk a translucent light bathed the fells in a fairy glow.

My friends raved about the view from my study. Tristram said, 'How lucky you are! I could look at it forever.' He often returned to the window to watch the changes that mark the progress of each day: the gradual greening of the grass, light moving over the fields, a larger flock of crows.

It's unlikely you'll read this as it's hidden on my computer, saved under 'lists'. If it comes to light it will hurt you, Lars, and I'm sorry for that.

We had no intention of going away that summer. Carrie had come to stay with me for a couple of weeks before we started at separate universities in the autumn.

It was a pity about the weather, but even in Yorkshire it couldn't rain all the time. Geraldine pushed her hair into her rainhood and studied the thin drizzle pittering into brimming puddles.

'Tell me who it is' 'What difference will it make?' 'After six years I'm entitled to know who you're leaving me for.' 'Ok. It's someone I grew up with . . . from the village. It's Marcus Harding.'

To Pavlo the steppe was a sea of undulating grass, the stems and seed heads rustling against each other in the rising breeze. In the distance the mountains shimmered in the afternoon heat.

Dusk is some way off and I stand at the bar, waiting to be served. I've been here often on my way home from work - It's half-empty on early summer evenings, and the staff are efficient and not averse to passing the time in conversation.