Résultats pour "The Cellar" dans Fiction criminelle

A completely shocking and addictive thriller from UK Top 20 bestselling author John Nicholl ‘A dark tale that gets under your skin. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the page’ Gemma Rogers, author of The Feud Dark, disturbing and gripping. This serial killer thriller is not for the faint...

'Try to imagine a guest, a wealthy woman, staying at the Majestic with her husband, her son, a nurse and a governess . . . In a suite that costs more than a thousand francs a day . . . At six in the morning, she's strangled, not in her room, but in the basement locker room' Below stairs at a...

“Simenon could produce endless variations, as similar and as different as Shakespeare’s sonnets or Monet’s haystacks.” —Adam Kirsch When the glamorous wife of an American industrialist is murdered at a luxury Paris hotel, her past life as a nightclub dancer is the key to finding the...

The dead don't lie. The living do. When wine consultant Sarah McKee arrives at Belle Vue Winery, the plan is simple: locate a hidden vault, assess its contents, and go home. But nothing at Belle Vue is simple. Not the legends. Not the people. And definitely not the body lying face down in a chamber that should’ve stayed sealed for centuries. There’s no treasure. Only questions. And one cold, brutal fact—Someone at the winery is a killer. Trapped on the estate and cut off from help, Sarah must unravel a web of lies before history repeats itself.

Cole’s got a new job but fails to show up. Do the series of child murders in San Francisco and Chicago lead to Cole’s disappearance? A new job in a new city doesn’t do you much good if you’re dead. Follow Cole to the City by the Bay to find out just how far he will go to save a child.

I eye the shadowy figure looming over me. Everything in me wants to scream out that it isn't fair he knows all of me - so I do. It isn't fair he's had months to stalk me like prey. Like a game of chess, he's calculated every move. I am blinded by the darkness in this place I've come to term as the cellar. Now, I feel as if that same darkness inhabits my soul. I want to scream, to fight, to lash out - so I do. He has robbed me of my freedom and my control. He will never rob me of my will to fight....