Résultats pour "Storm" dans Roman noir

Dr Maja Holm seeks solace in a desolate Norwegian coastal town, fleeing a turbulent past. But as her gruelling work hours and self-medication take their toll, she teeters on the edge. When a patient's mysterious death raises suspicions, Maja's intuition sparks a daring alliance with local TV journalist Stig Norland. Together, they plunge into the town's secrets, racing against the impending polar storm. But as Maja peels back the layers of the town's dark façade, one question looms: will exposing the truth cost her everything—including her life?

The third gripping instalment in a dystopian thriller series, where modern-day recruits compete in a fight to the death in the streets of Edinburgh. Live by the rules. Die by the rules. Or break them and take your chances in the chaos that follows... The Pantheon Games are the biggest underground event in the world, with millions watching online as modern-day recruits battle to the death with weapons of the ancient world. Tyler Maitland left his life behind to search for his sister, who disappeared after joining the Pantheon's Edinburgh chapter.

A young co-ed is raped by a country music legend in Branson, the “NashVegas” of Missouri. Ignored by the police, she turns to TV newswoman Sandy Collingsworth for help. Sandy’s investigation stirs up a hornet’s nest of corruption and crime, putting her in the mob’s crosshairs...something her boyfriend Wyatt Storme, a freelance troubleshooter, won’t abide. Storme rolls into Branson like a hurricane with his buddy Chick Easton, an unhinged ex-CIA operative, to settle the score with his own brand of justice.

A haunting Scottish crime thriller from CWA New Blood Dagger longlistee and McIlvanney Prize finalist Andrew James Greig – perfect for fans of LJ Ross, Ian Rankin, and Val McDermid. ‘Noah! Noah! Are you alright?’ Anita’s panicked voice echoed uselessly back to her. She felt the blow to...

The wicker coffin remained upended where it had been dropped headfirst in the open grave. But it was the pale arm reaching from beneath – fingers curled around the woven edge – that froze the mourners where they stood. In the rain-soaked Scottish Highlands, Detective Inspector James...

Ich verstecke mich seit vier Jahren. Bin auf der Flucht vor dem Mann, mit dem ich einst das Bett teilte. ? Ich sah etwas, das ich nicht hätte sehen sollen. Ich nahm etwas, das ich nicht hätte nehmen sollen. Und er hat mich gerade gefunden. Aber es ist nicht nur meine Sicherheit, um die ich mir Sorgen machen muss. Ich habe einen kleinen Jungen. Seinen Jungen. Das geheime Baby eines russischen Gangsters.