Resultado Editorial "Bryant Street Publishing" em Mistério, Intriga e Suspense

Lissa Eller looks for ways to save money. She never wanted to find a dead body. Especially after she and the victim argued in public the previous evening. And she kind of threatened him (all a big misunderstanding - really). Now, she's prime suspect in the guy’s murder. Worse, the detective in charge of the case is someone Lissa made fun of in high school - because he made fun of her - and he holds more leverage than just the threat of getting her sent to detention.

Eli McKenzie’s tough exterior has been cracked. His latest mission had him in Mexico, deep inside a Spectra IT sex slavery ring gathering intel. Holding back when he wanted to blow the joint sky-high was bad enough, but turns out someone in the camp was poisoning him, too. The torture of being unable to act, along with the physical toll of his illness, sent him to Hank Smithson’s headquarters to put himself back together.

She’s got a beautiful life. I’ll gladly burn it down to save her. She’s been a thorn in my side for as long as I can remember—Belle Barrie. With a smile that shows a sweet disposition. And a body that invites total depravity. Belle thought she knew my world. Thought she could play with the big dogs. When her boss decides to play me, she’s caught in the crossfire. Now we’re talking about a full-fledged gang war. The kind that mows down innocent bystanders.

Navigating the mafia underground in Chicago is not easy. It’s like a waltz where nobody ever taught you the steps. You show respect when it’s due, never back down, And kill who they want you to kill. I didn’t become a Made Man by being careless, but even the most ardent professional stumbles now and again. Sophie’s job is to keep me from ending up in the slammer, She thinks we’re done once I walk out of court a free man. Too bad I’m hooked on my defense lawyer’s lovely charms, and what I want, I get. You see, Indro Lastra is a Made Man, and a Made Man gets what he wants.

I grew up in the Family, navigating the labyrinth of courtesies in the layer cake of the Chicago Mob. When the capo says jump, you ask “how high?” They tell you to off somebody… You get the job done or you don’t come home. Play your cards right, and you’ll be a Made Man. Set for life—a violent life, but set. Play them wrong… well, the pay is great, but the retirement plan stinks. Enter one Isabella Lastra. Beautiful but sad, thoughtful but spirited. One look, and I know… I have to make her mine.

I stole her from her life. I’ll go even further to keep her in mine. She was a job. Nothing more. Nothing less. I took her from the party. It wasn’t personal. It was a contract. Grab her, head to the safehouse, and wait for the ransom. Scarlett is so gentle, so trusting. She doesn’t know that men like me exist. Doesn’t know the brutal nature of this world. Me? I come from a world of violence. I’m a killer. I prey on nightmares and make them come true. If you cross me, I kill you.

Harper Barton has one reason and one reason only to be in Colombia, and it isn't for fun in the sun. As an expert in "acquiring" antiquities, she's been tasked with collecting a valuable necklace from a gala. The problem? A drug kingpin wants the piece for himself, and won't let a cat burglar get in his way. Diego Morales is in Colombia doing research for his next book. The mild-mannered professor was expecting dusty books and boring lecture halls, not a beautiful woman sweeping him onto the dance floor and planting a kiss on him before being chased out of the building by armed guards.

The man has no identity, no past and the mind of a genius packaged in rippling muscles and sun-seared skin. It was Dr. Elizabeth Holden’s job to uncover the mystery of this man, who seemed to speak only the language of the flesh. His blatant masculinity frightened and excited her all at once. But his savage facade hid a vulnerability only she had glimpsed. And like an animal forging through the deepest…darkest…densest woods, Elizabeth longed to give in to her primitive, unexplored desires.

Sam Arbichaut, former police detective turned Private Investigator, has a weakness for people in distress. When a woman comes to him with horrifying tales of a stalker and a humiliating video she swears is faked, he's on the case. But as the web of lies begins to unravel and Sam gets closer to the spider in the center of his client's family and friends, he'll need all his courage and smarts when it is his life that starts to come apart.

Bailey Burke, reluctant spiritual medium, escapes the frozen winter with her boyfriend, Detective Jake Marner, and heads south. But in a city like Key West, murder and ghosts don’t take a vacation. A romantic sunset cruise turns not-so-romantic when a body floats by, followed by an abandoned yacht—the passengers missing. So much for searching for her lost shaker of salt. Instead she’s tracking down a killer who has left no clues. With ghosts harassing her at every turn, can Bailey solve the mystery of the floater and get back to sipping a piña colada and soaking up the sun?

Spring has sprung in Cleveland and home stager (and lousy spiritual medium) Bailey Burke is facing all kinds of major life changes. Both her grandmother and her boyfriend Jake Marner have moved in with her, she is contemplating a career change, and Marner’s mother needs her help planning a thirtieth birthday party for him. Party plans include dance lessons for Bailey and Jake. Which would be fun, except their instructor appears to have tangoed with the wrong partner. She’s found dead on the dance floor, a butchered ballroom teacher with multiple stab wounds.

All Bailey Burke wants for Christmas is to stop seeing dead people. A reluctant spiritual medium, she craves a stress-free holiday with no ghosts popping in and out of her house. But when Bailey does the décor for a huge fundraising party featuring a replica slide from A Christmas Story, no one expects to find Santa’s dead body. In the slide. From three years ago. With the current Santa-for-hire and the dead Santa’s ghost harassing her, there isn’t enough eggnog in Cleveland to save Bailey’s night.

When a body is found near her historic neighborhood of Ohio City, mimicking the famous Torso Murders, and she starts hearing voices, Bailey thinks she’s really lost it now. Ryan’s ghost is one thing, but a whole gaggle of undead talking to her? No thanks. But Ryan informs Bailey she’s not nuts…she is a spiritual medium. And with him as middleman between the victims and the police, they can give the dead justice and he will finally get his one-way ticket to heaven.

When the bitterly cold days of January descend on Cleveland, Bailey Burke finds her “Put It Where?” home staging business is as frozen as her toes. The only bright spot is the return of her friend Ryan after his, ahem, eviction from heaven. Especially since no other dead people seem to be harassing her in recent weeks. Yet when her grandmother’s bingo buddy turns up frozen solid in a stranger’s back yard, Bailey is the only one who finds the death suspicious.

With Bailey Burke’s design and staging business booming—it turns out tangling with a serial killer is the best advertising ever—she has no time to lament her lack of love life, or wonder where her dead friend Ryan’s ghost has gone. She hasn’t seen him in months, but when she finds a body in a home she’s been hired to stage she’s hounded by the dead man’s ghost.

Bailey Burke has had a rough six months—it’s not easy thinking your romantic overtures toward your best friend caused him to kill himself. Except that’s exactly what happened. Ryan is very much dead, having shot himself with his own police-issued gun. Guilt and grief shouldn’t cause hallucinations though, but six months after Ryan went into the ground, Bailey is freaking out and swearing his ghost is standing in her kitchen. Which he is…

Chloe Larson is a historian obsessed with clearing the name of her grandfather, eight greats back. After his heroic exploits during the Prussian Wars his life slid into oblivion and madness, taking with him the location of a queen’s priceless emerald dowry. Finnegan Kane is a top-notch marine bounty hunter on the hunt for Emerald Fire, a 120-foot Sunseeker yacht stolen by ruthless pirates. It’s the kind of dirty work that keeps his antique ship restoration business afloat. With the fate of NorthStar on the line, he reluctantly teams up with a desperate stranger.

Miranda Parrish is a world-renowned veterinarian specialist with expertise in endangered species. She’s fearless and will go anywhere an animal is in need. But when she journeys to Katanga, an animal sanctuary in the heart of Botswana, she falls into a diamond smuggling operation and interferes with an undercover investigation. Special agent Matt Bennett’s parents were murdered by a ruthless arms dealer. He’s fiercely committed to avenging their deaths and curbing the cycle of violence threatening southern Africa. Diamonds always lead to weapons and he’d followed the trail straight to Katanga.

At fifteen, Iris Sinclair was always the more outgoing of the twins. That’s how she convinced her more reserved sister to sneak out for a Halloween party. She ditched her sister on the side of the road when she refused to stay in the car while the other kids smoked pot. Except it was laced with PCP. Later, high on the drugs, Iris went back, and found her sister… Dead. They never found the killer. Just a Jack O’Lantern near her sister’s head.

A single photo of herself as an infant on a beach, taken before the date on her birth certificate, throws everything Calliope Pearson knows about herself into question. Hoping to find answers, she takes advantage of her job as a travel writer to make a reservation at the Caribbean island resort in the picture. Resort security chief Mac Brody distrusts Callie on sight. After all, she looks exactly like his deceitful missing wife, Nikki, who owns half the resort. But when Nikki’s found dead, Mac’s facing murder charges, and he’s sure that Callie must hold the key to proving his innocence.