Dark Humor Mystery

Nils Shapiro embarks on an international quest to avenge his wife’s murder in this gripping, emotionally charged thriller from New York Times bestselling and Emmy Award-winning author Matt Goldman.

Charlie just wants a quiet life … Then he finds a human skull buried in the front yard. Mystery writer Charlie McGinley moves from L.A. to a small town in New Mexico. No more big-city hassles. No more big-city hustles. Guess again! Suddenly Charlie has to deal with disappearing bodies, crabby cops, crazed killers, and a very pregnant wife, while trying desperately to avoid ending up in an unmarked grave next to the mysterious stiff. Gold Medal Winner, Humor and Satire —2024 Global Book Awards “Proverbial skeletons in closets and actual ones buried in the yard help make this a bone-...

“The Heron” is the nickname a big-city accountant has attached to himself in his new home near San Diego, where he’s using the alias to avoid a hit man who may be after him. It seems a former client believes that The Heron has skipped town with several million dollars not his own. Don Winslow’s ensuing, entertaining yarn is by turns twisty, dark, and comical as we observe the delicate dance between the pursuer and the pursued.

Chief Inspector Brian Hooley has a plan, and it won't make him popular. He wants to bring back autistic detective Jonathan Roper. Currently suspended on misconduct charges, his condition, coupled with a relentless work ethic, makes Roper a unique investigator with observational skills that allow him to see what others miss. But he is also a complex man who doesn't get social boundaries, and plenty of his colleagues just don't like him. Hooley doesn't care about that. He knows Roper is the one to make a difference.

Sherlock Holmes is an unparalleled genius who uses the gift of deduction and reason to solve the most vexing of crimes. Warlock Holmes, however, is an idiot. A good man, perhaps; a font of arcane power, certainly. But he’s brilliantly dim. Frankly, he couldn’t deduce his way out of a paper bag. The only things he has really got going for him are the might of a thousand demons and his stalwart flatmate. Thankfully, Dr. Watson is always there to aid him through the treacherous shoals of Victorian propriety...

If the Dark doesn’t kill you, what’s in it will. One year ago, anything with a computer chip; the electric grid; communication; every modern convenience stopped working. Ridgecrest, perched on top of the Highland Plateau, went dark — cut off from the rest of the world. Anyone who leaves never returns, and no one comes into town — until today. Grab your copy and start reading Book 1 of this electrifying new serial today! Praise for The Dark: It was bound to happen. You can’t shackle talent like Christopher Greyson’s. He finally stepped out of his comfort zone and wrote one of the...

Boxed set of the complete "Trailer Park Vampire" series of Paranormal Women's Fiction, including: SHOTGUNS AND SHIFTERS (Book 1) When the red fog swept through Windy Ridge, turning folks into wolfmen and me into a vampire, life went haywire. Our Ozarks town seemed to settle until two humans barged in. As one of the few looking human, I had to keep things hush-hush until they skedaddled. Turns out, one was Dean Hawke, my high school sweetheart turned 'Sheriff of Windy Ridge.' His gig? Investigating a streaker. Adding to the chaos, Hawke aged like Clooney, reigniting old sparks. Juggling town...

The first six books in the bestselling magical mystery series set in Edinburgh, Scotland, including: WITCHY BUSINESS (Book 1) Elle Chambers, a brilliant insurance investigator in Edinburgh, solves cases unconventionally – with magic. Her latest challenge: locating a valuable M.C. Escher woodcut. As she investigates, she crosses paths with Niall Sampson, an enigmatic art collector, sparking a dangerous game and perhaps even love. WITCH AND FAMOUS (Book 2) Elle investigates a young singer's apparent suicide, uncovering dark forces in Edinburgh. With supernatural allies and the threat of a ...

The viral TikTok stalker dark romance, burning with high heat, hilarious banter, and a love story like you've never seen before. Can you handle the ride? I want someone with a soul as black as night. Someone who would burn the world down for me and not lose a single minute of sleep over it...

At Sunny Meadows Retirement Estate, nothing exciting ever happens. The tea is lukewarm. The walls are aggressively beige. And Bingo is mandatory. So when Arthur Penhaligon—quiet resident, forgotten accountant, presumed harmless—notices that the Bingo numbers aren’t random, no one pays attention. No one, that is, except the people who were counting on him not to notice. Because Arthur isn’t just another retiree. He’s a former intelligence analyst whose mind was chemically dulled for a reason. And the Bingo game? It isn’t a game at all—it’s a coded broadcast using a Cold War ...

Charlie McGinley writes about tough guys…then he has to become one. Fed up with writing cheesy detective fiction, Charlie dreams of writing something serious. Unfortunately, his publisher insists that he keep cranking out hard-boiled Johnny Dent PI novels. When Charlie stumbles across an urban legend about Thomas Edison inventing a machine that could speak to the dead, he thinks he’s found the perfect gimmick to spice up his next book. That is, until he builds the "Ghost Machine" and accidentally uses it... And people in his small New Mexico town start dying. Suddenly, Charlie must ...

How to Assassinate an Incubus Step 1: Disguise yourself as his new butler. Step 2: Fall in love? Lucian Darksbane has been tormenting men since the Middle Ages. The charming, sadistic incubus has left a trail of broken hearts and ravaged bodies in his wake. But now, he lives a secluded life in his countryside manor, haunted by his dark past. Luckily, Lucian’s delicious new butler may be exactly what he needs to… distract himself. Wilder Wrenfield is hired to assassinate the mysterious demon of Thornwood Manor. Audacious, wild, and too brave for his own good, Wilder jumps headfirst into ...

Two weeks before his twenty-first birthday, Las Vegas native Bobby Ingersoll finds out he’s inherited a crushing gambling debt from his scumbag father. The debt is owed to an even scummier bag named Fraser Ruphart who oversees his bottom-rung criminal empire from the classy-adjacent Trump International Hotel. Bobby’s prospects of paying off the note, which comes due the day he turns twenty-one, are about as dim as the sign on the tower’s façade.

I'm not so different from most people. Like everyone else, I have life goals. Goal #1: Become a real girl instead of this invisible ghost thing I currently am. Goal #2: Convince the four men I've been haunting for the past five years to pick me to be their new toy after goal one is complete. Goal #3: Figure out who/what I am and why I can't remember anything past the five years I've been haunting this quad. Goal #4: Eat popcorn. See? Perfectly normal. Sort of. Gotta start small, after all. It's not like anyone else is perfect either.

I got the cat because my therapist said I needed “connection” and my sister said I needed “less silence.” I did not realize this would involve chanting, blood contracts, or a pamphlet printed on unsettlingly good paper. At first, it’s just a cat. Aloof. Judgmental. Stares at the corner of the room like it’s watching something I can’t see. Normal cat stuff. Then he starts leaving the flat at night. Coming back smelling like incense and damp carpet. Then I find the symbol. Then the meetings. Then the gentle but very firm suggestion that I’m holding him back from his destiny. ...

Lost: one little boy. When Little Alfred runs away from home and winds up in the Dark Unchanted Forest being trailed by a bobcat, Hank the Cowdog knows that it's up to him to save his young master. So, mustering up all the courage that a Head of Ranch Security can come up with, he bravely makes his way into the forest.

Gus isn’t one to normally get invited to garden tea parties. However, the host is a political donor, and even though it’s not an election year, it never hurts to humor them. Only this party becomes more painful than most semi-political gatherings when the host inconveniently falls over dead. At first, given the woman’s poor health, Gus suspects natural causes. Only the coroner points out that it’s possible that Mrs. Lydia White died from an overdose of the herbal treatment she was using to lose weight. Thus, it is most likely an unnatural death from an all-natural product. That ...

Outside Los Angeles, a driver pulls up to find a young woman sitting on a large black box. She offers him $200,000 cash to transport her and that box across the country, to Washington, DC. But there are rules: He cannot look inside the box. He cannot ask questions. He cannot tell anyone. They must leave immediately. He must leave all trackable devices behind. As these eccentric misfits hit the road, rumors spread on social media that the box is part of a carefully orchestrated terror attack intended to plunge the USA into civil war.

After the notorious 'Middle Street Massacre' of 1951, when the majority of Brighton's criminals wiped one another out in a vicious battle as the local police force enjoyed a brief stop en route for an ice cream, Inspector Steine rather enjoys life as a policeman. No criminals, no crime, no stress. He just wishes Sergeant Brunswick would stop insisting that perhaps not every criminal was wiped out that fateful day. So it's really rather annoying when an ambitious - not to mention irritating - new Constable shows up to work and starts investigating a series of burglaries.

Ishmael Jones and his partner Penny have been despatched to assist a group of scientists who are investigating a mysterious black hole which has appeared on a Somerset hillside. Could it really be a doorway to another dimension, an opening into another world? When one of the scientists disappears into the hole - with fatal consequences - Ishmael must prove whether it was an accident - or murder. But with no clues, no witnesses, and no apparent motive, he has little to go on. Is there an alien predator at large, or is an all-too-human killer responsible?