Résultats Éditeur "Audible Studios" dans Thrillers domestiques

Luke Whitney is stabbed to death. His wife Anna confesses after she is found next to his lifeless body. But if she did it, why can't she confirm any of the details of the crime? As police dig into the circumstances, they learn that the victim was a liar, a cheat and a narcissist. More than one person had a reason to want him dead; his scorned ex, his neglected mistress and Anna – who knows what happens to Mrs Whitneys when Luke gets bored of them.

Le caramel qui ne vous tue pas vous rend plus fort ! Ces derniers temps, l'existence d'Hannah a une saveur douce-amère. Certes, sa sœur Andrea est enceinte – et c'est une source inépuisable d'irritation et d'amusement – et, oui, elle prend toujours beaucoup de plaisir à donner des cours de cuisine au lycée de Lake Eden. Mais sa vie sentimentale, elle, reste compliquée. Entre Norman le dentiste et Mike le gentil flic, son cœur balance.

Inside the vehicle at fault, Jennifer Ashby survives with barely a scratch. In the wreckage of the second, the occupants are not so lucky. Jennifer’s good character helps her escape jail, but she is traumatised. Desperate for a change, and with her marriage buckling under the stress, she convinces her husband Jon to move to the beautiful but wild Daintree region, far away from family and friends. As Jon spends long hours at his new job and Jennifer makes plans to absolve her lingering guilt, cracks begin to form in their idyllic new life. Will the shadow of their past continue to haunt them?

My husband Matt and I are an ordinary married couple in every way but one. At the end of each day, we return to our own homes and our own spaces. But beyond the fairy lights I string at my window, darkness is pressing in. Two local women have gone missing, and I don't want to be alone. Sipping our coffees, looking out of my kitchen window, I soon notice how observant Brenda is. When she tells me that perhaps my husband isn't simply working late, something cold takes root.

When Lucy Foster visits her old friend, she doesn't expect to hear a baby crying behind a locked cellar door. But what she finds shatters everything she thought she knew: a terrified teenage girl and a newborn, hidden away like a secret shame. As Lucy's quiet life spirals into a media frenzy, and the town turns against her, one thing becomes clear—someone is watching. And they want Lucy to stop helping the girl in the cellar.

Les filles du 3e étage ne sont pas les plus à plaindre, mais pas les plus chanceuses non plus. Certaines ne sont pas sorties de la Maison depuis plusieurs années, d'autres ne savent même plus ce qui se trouve dehors. Tous leurs gestes sont surveillés, mais Mimi, l'une des plus anciennes, a un plan. Cette nuit, c'est la leur. Mais on ne quitte pas la Maison si facilement, et parfois, tenter de fuir peut coûter plus cher que de rester.

Comté de Reachwood, Vermont, hiver 1986. Le jeune Norman Becker disparaît dans la nuit du 24 décembre alors qu’il passait les fêtes dans le domaine familial. Jimmy Birdman, seul suspect, est arrêté malgré les incohérences dans l’enquête. Alors que l'on croyait cette affaire bouclée depuis près de 26 ans, un suicide et une lettre d'aveux vont relancer l'enquête sur la mort du petit Norman Becker. Davis Harper, jeune journaliste New-Yorkais originaire du coin, est envoyé sur place pour faire équipe avec Elisabeth Kumar, l'avocate de Birdman.

Une règle infaillible unit les associés de l'hôtel : chacun doit contribuer à sa bonne santé financière. Ce mois-ci, c'est au tour de Mrs Budley. Sans famille, la jolie veuve n'a d'autre solution que d'escroquer un vieux marquis aussi riche que gâteux, qui se révèle être... un charmant jeune homme ! De son côté, Sir Philip, soucieux d'élargir la clientèle, fait venir sa nouvelle conquête. Mais elle est si vulgaire qu'elle fait fuir les clients ! Lady Fortescue vient quant à elle à la rescousse d'une jeune fille à qui sa mère entend voler la vedette lors de la saison mondaine.

I just met my new son-in-law . . . And he’s my ex-husband. They’re here. I watch them arrive from the kitchen window. My pregnant daughter and her new husband. They’ve barely known each other six months. I greet him with a tight smile that he recognizes as fake. Luke is no good for my beautiful, fragile Cerys. He’ll break her heart. I know that because he broke mine — when he was married to me. I don’t know what he’s after. But I’m going to make it my business to find out.

Votre fille aînée disparaît - Imaginez : vous êtes sur le quai du métro londonien, à l'heure de pointe. Tout le monde ment - Vous atteignez l'arrêt suivant, persuadée que vos enfants ont été prises en charge par la sécurité. La vérité vous échappe - Votre fille aînée s'est-elle perdue ? A-t-elle été enlevée par un inconnu ? Le coupable est-il plus proche de vous que vous ne l'imaginez ?

I thought moving to this quiet cul-de-sac was the fresh start my husband and I needed, escaping the noise of our cramped flat in Hounslow. I left India and all that was familiar for a new life with him in England. But my husband works all hours, leaving me alone in a house that doesn’t feel like a home. Our neighbours notice the bruises on my arms. They draw the obvious conclusions. They seem kind, but they’re hiding something. I just can’t shake the feeling that someone is always watching me . . . waiting. My husband’s working late. Again. That’s when I see it.

Rencontrez Kitt Hartley, bibliothécaire passionnée, buveuse de thé invétérée et détective à ses heures... Kitt est bibliothécaire à York. Fan de romans policiers, elle aime aussi beaucoup le Lady Grey, son chat Iago et sa meilleure amie Evie, une masseuse aux doigts de fée fan de vintage. Côté cœur, en revanche, c'est plutôt morne plaine. Une vie paisible, donc, jusqu'à ce que l'on retrouve l'ex d'Evie assassiné, un stylo plume planté dans le cœur. Si tout indique que son amie est la coupable, Kitt ne doute pourtant pas de son innocence.

Two little girls stand with their heads bowed in my living room. I’m told they’re my granddaughters. Daisy is nine, and Alice seven. Daisy is the spitting image of her mother. This is the first time I’ve met them since my daughter and I fell out after she married that waste of space, Vince. They’ve come to live with me because their mother — my daughter — was murdered. In her own home while they slept close by. I think Vince killed her. But the police can’t prove it. I’ve always known he was no good. He treated my daughter like dirt. I said he’d cheat on her — but she wouldn’t listen.

My husband has a son I never knew about. Now he’s in our home. And I don’t know if I’m safe. He's eighteen, claims to be my husband's son, and needs a place to stay. He’s family, and I have no choice but to let him in. The next day, a local girl is found dead in our community pool. And guess who’s the prime suspect?

As soon as we open the door to our beautiful new home, I sense their presence . . . the couple who lived here before us. They’ve left things behind, as if on purpose, for us to find. First, there is the mysterious diary that ends too abruptly, followed by pictures of a couple in their thirties, just like us. Tired-looking parents with two small children. Who are they?

Flower shop owner Ellie McEwan is driving home late one frosty November night when a shadowy figure leaps into the road out of nowhere. Ellie swerves to avoid him — and slams head-on into the crash barrier. Days later, Ellie wakes up in hospital — and notices there’s something different. Everyone she looks at — the doctor, the nurse, her friend Carole — is surrounded by a coloured aura. Her near-death experience seems to have given her a new ability. And now Ellie must use her new-found gift to catch a killer.

We find the doll shattered on the floor, its broken pieces scattered like a warning. That's when everything starts to fall apart. Now the power is out. A storm has trapped us here. And someone is dead. Things haven't been normal since the first day, when someone moved the dolls. I told them not to — never move the dolls before the tenth day of Navaratri, the Hindu Festival of Dolls. They're not toys. They're part of a sacred tradition.

Our dream home. A fresh start. But the house comes with secrets — and so do the neighbours. The moment we moved in, I knew something was wrong. A cracked stove. Scribbles on the wall. The lights flicking off every evening — always at the same time. Our daughter crying in the night, pointing at the corner of her room. "She has no face." Now the gifts are arriving. Notes through the door. A bottle left in the kitchen with no explanation. And my daughter won't stop screaming in her sleep. Everyone thinks I'm imagining it. But I know what I saw. What I heard.

À huit ans, Rose a dû laisser la France derrière elle pour suivre son oncle à New-York, après le décès accidentel de ses parents. Mais à 26 ans, alors qu'elle n'a plus aucun souvenir de son enfance, son passé ressurgit brutalement lorsqu'elle hérite de la demeure familiale. Tandis qu'elle prend possession de la maison, Rose va peu à peu découvrir que son oncle lui a menti sur les raisons de son départ précipité. Et si elle n'avait pas été enlevée à son environnement par hasard ?

Alerte enlèvement : la petite Daisy Mason, 8 ans, a disparu lors d'une fête, donnée dans le jardin de ses parents. Elle était déguisée en pâquerette : elle portait une robe, des collants et des chaussures vertes, ainsi qu'une coiffe avec des pétales blancs. Et personne n'a rien vu. L'inspecteur Adam Fowley, qui prend en charge l'enquête, sait bien que, dans 90% des cas, c'est un proche qui a fait le coup. Il a lui-même perdu un fils, Jake, quelques mois plus tôt.