Joanne Carlton: 7 books

Here we are then, at the end of it all ... Simon James is just a regular guy living a normal life. Until August 4th, when the dust poisons the world. Three weeks and millions of deaths later, the end is near and there are no miracles left, except for one. A miracle that needs Simon James. On...

Dreaming about death is a daytime job. Dreaming about murder, makes my life complete. I think of every possible way to kill someone. Butchering. Slashing. Slicing and dicing. Shooting. Stabbing. Poisoning. Throwing. Pushing. Electrocuting. Accident. Hanging. Tumbling. Tripping. Breaking....

Isabelle woke startled in the confinement of her bedroom, realizing one instant later that her husband Frank hadn't come up to bed. The odor of his stinking aftershave was completely absent from the room, proving he had not even checked up on her ever since she ran up here for refuge. Since...

Three men meet each other every week in a language course.  Three men, with nothing in common.  Three men, who are having a nice and innocent drink after class. Three men, including one devil.

It's over. The thought couldn't leave me alone. It's over. He's gone. I immediately chided myself for thinking that way. It wasn't over. It couldn't be. Then why isn't he here? The little voice in my head wouldn't let go. Tom is never late. The voice in my head was right. Tom...

I saw a man die today. It changed my life forever. What happens when you get involved into someone else's life after his death? What if someone dies right in front of you and you are determined to find out why?

How does it feel to be a monster? How does it feel to know that everything you ever did, would come right back at you?