Nicholas Edwards vit à la Nouvelle-Orléans avec sa femme et sa fille, où il est l'un des deux associés d'une entreprise qui rénove et revend des maisons dévastées par le passage de l'ouragan Katrina. Entre sa famille et sa collection de timbres, il oublie peu à peu que dans une autre vie, son métier était d'éliminer des gens. Lorsque l'économie régresse et que ses affaires périclitent, un nouvel ouragan survient sous la forme d'un coup de téléphone de son ancien agent, l'énigmatique et truculente Dot, qui lui propose de reprendre du service et de redevenir l'homme qu'il fut : Keller, le tueur à gages.
De New York aux Caraïbes, et jusqu'au grand finale qui se déroule à Cheyenne, où une veuve lui demande de gérer la collection de timbres de son défunt mari, Keller va devoir franchir les turbulences du cyclone tout en préservant la vie de Nicholas Edwards...

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THIRTY, as intensely erotic a book as I'd ever written, is what happened after I stopped writing erotica. Beginning with CARLA in 1958, I spent half a dozen years laboring in the vineyards of Midcentury Erotica, writing no end of books for Midwood, Nightstand, Beacon, et.al. It was a wonderful training ground, a comfortingly forgiving medium, and I've never regretted the timer I spent there, although for a time I wanted to disown the work I produced. (That changed with the passage of time, and now I've been eagerly reissuing much of that early work in my Collection of Classic Erotica. I like to tell myself this represents great progress in self-acceptance, but I have a hunch Ego and Avarice play a role here.)Never mind. I went on writing for Bill Hamling's Nightstand Books until a break with my agent deprived me of the market, and I can't regret that, either, because it's safe to say I'd stayed too long at the fair, and would have stayed longer still if given the chance. Instead, I took a job editing a numismatic magazine in Wisconsin and went on writing fiction in my free time. I placed some stories with Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine and THE GIRL WITH THE LONG GREEN HEART with Gold Medal, and then I wrote THE THIEF WHO COULDN'T SLEEP, which turned out to be the first of a series about a fellow named Evan Tanner. This was the first book in a voice that was uniquely mine, and the most satisfying work I'd ever done. I went on to write a total of seven books about Tanner (an eighth would follow after a 28-year interval) along with a couple of other crime novels, and then one day I got a call from my agent, Henry Morrison. Berkley Books wanted to launch a line of erotic novels, but on a different level from the old Midwood/Nightstand/Beacon ilk. It was 1968, censorship had essentially vanished, and American letters from top to bottom was embracing the sexual revolution and the new freedom. As Cole Porter might have put it, some authors who'd once been stuck with better words were now free to use four-letter words. Meanwhile, I was going through a period of discontent with the whole notion of fiction. I had nothing against the idea of making things up, but the artificiality of the novel suddenly rubbed me the wrong way. Narration, whether first person or third person, was a weird voice in one's ear. Who are you? Why are you telling me this? And why should I believe you?What appealed more were books that presented themselves as documents. Fictional diaries, fictional collections of letters, whatever. Yes, of course they were novels, we knew they were novels, but they took the form of actual documents. Thus THIRTY, which would be a diary kept by a woman in her thirtieth year. I had just reached that age myself, and while I recognized it as a landmark, it seemed to me that turning thirty was rather a bigger deal for a woman than for a man, that it was very much a turning point. So I plunged in, and I strove throughout to write what Jan would have written in an actual diary, leaving things out, skipping days altogether, and letting characters come into and go out of her life, and events pile one on the other, the way they really do, with less pattern and logic than one typically demands of fiction. I just read the book prefatory to writing this book description, and I was surprised how much I liked it. (And how little of it I recalled.) I decided from the jump to put Jill Emerson's name on it, a name I'd shelved after WARM AND WILLING and ENOUGH OF SORROW. So Jill was back in business, and she'd go on to write two more books for Berkley's sexy series, both of them pseudo-documents like THIRTY. This ebook edition of THIRTY contains, as a bonus, the first chapter of the fifth Jill Emerson novel, THREESOME.

Thirty

The CIA, the FBI, the KGB, Interpol-not one of the world's premier intelligence organizations knows quite what to make of Evan Michael Tanner. Is he a spy, a mercenary, a footloose adventurer, or simply a screwball sucker for hopeless causes?(Actually he's a little bit of all of the above. Plus he never sleeps. Ever.)One thing's for sure: Tanner's a true romantic, which is why he can't refuse a distraught mother who begs him to rescue her lost, pure-as-driven-snow daughter. Phaedra Harrow (nee Deborah Horowitz) once shared Tanner's apartment but not his bed. And now the virginal beauty's been abducted by white slavers in the Afghan wilderness. Finding Phaedra will be difficult enough. Bringing her back alive and unmolested may be impossible. And first Tanner will have to swim the English Channel, survive trigger-happy Russian terrorists .

Tanner's Virgin

Un jour de la fin des années 60, alors qu'il émerge difficilement d'une sérieuse cuite, Alex Penn découvre avec horreur que ses vêtements sont couverts de taches de vin. Ou plutôt, de sang. Celui d'une jeune prostituée qu'il a probablement embarquée avec lui dans la chambre minable d'un hôtel de Times Square. Probablement. car il ne se souvient plus de grand-chose. Le plus ennuyeux, c'est qu'à cause d'un vice de forme, il vient tout juste d'être libéré de prison. pour avoir tué une autre jeune femme. Ce qu'il nie farouchement. Que faire ? S'enfuir, naturellement. Mais il est clair que la police a toutes les chances de le retrouver et de le renvoyer à la case départ. Il ne lui reste donc plus qu'une solution : retrouver l'individu qui lui en veut au point de le piéger ainsi pour la deuxième fois. Mais quand on boit plus que de raison.

Et de deux ...

En appeler à la justice populaire est dangereux, matt scudder le comprend un soir en recevant un coup de fil d'un grand avocat de new york, adrian whitfeld.
 Pour avoir évité la peine capitale à un assassin d'enfants, celui-ci vient en effet d'être " condamné à mort" par un certain will, " la volonté du peuple ", terrible justicier qui exécute ses victimes après leur avoir signifié leur sentence dans les colonnes du daily news, journal à sensation oú sévit le célèbre marty mcgraw.  sceptique au début, scudder conseille à whitfield d'engager des gardes du corps, puis, intrigué par l'attitude de l'avocat, finit par accepter le combat avec will.

Même les scélérats...

From Publishers Weekly:"Standouts include Dennis Lehane's gilt-edged chiller, 'A Bostonian (in Cambridge), ' in which a wealthy collector of letters of abandonment falls prey to wily blackmailers, and Joe R. Lansdale's 'The Skull Collector, ' a gangster yarn featuring gun-toting female grave robbers. Overshadowing everything, though, is Lee Goldberg's 'Lost Shows, ' a delightful shocker about a fanatical collector of short-lived and unaired TV shows who has turned his Hollywood home into a mausoleum of lost dreams." A COLLECTION. OF COLLECTIONS What leads one person to collect stamps and another coins, one fine art and another butterflies? Who can say? But one thing is certain: those who've got the collecting bug care passionately-sometimes violently-about the objects of their obsession. No one covets like a collector; and as you will find in the pages of this brand new anthology from MWA Grand Master Lawrence Block, a truly dedicated collector will ignore the other nine commandments, too, in his quest for his personal Holy Grail. From Joyce Carol Oates' tale of the ultimate Marilyn Monroe collectible to Dennis Lehane's bookseller with a penchant for other people's tragic correspondence, from Lee Goldberg's Hollywood hustler with a collection of unaired TV shows to Joe R. Lansdale's stylish foray into noir, culminating in Lawrence Block's own classic story of a killer with a unique approach to choosing his victims, Collectibles illustrates the range of the collecting impulse and the lengths people will go to in their hunger to possess the perfect piece.

Collectibles

Fifty books. Four Edgar awards. Two bestselling series. It all adds up to Lawrence Block, one of the bonafide masters of mystery fiction, and the creator of Matthew Scudder and Bernie Rhodenbarr. Now Bernie -- bookseller by day, burglar by night -- returns in his first adventure since The Bulglar in the Library, two years ago. This time, he's tapped to retrieve the lost letters of famed and reclusive author Gulliver Fairborn. But instead of the letters, Bernie finds one dead literary agent, a beautiful woman, and a cadre of cops in his way.

Les lettres mauves

John Paul Keller a 45 ans, c'est un philatéliste passionné et un tueur à gages professionnel. Après L'amour du métier et Le Blues du tueur à gages, on le retrouve dans l'Iowa, où il s'apprête à exécuter un contrat des plus banals. Sauf qu'un petit malentendu l'amène à se retrouver en prime time sur CNN, accusé devant des millions de téléspectateurs d'avoir assassiné le gouverneur d'un état voisin. La journée commence mal.
Promis juré, cette mission sera la dernière. John Keller, tueur à gages professionnel et philatéliste amateur, en a sa claque. Un dernier job facile, bien payé, ni vu ni connu, et à lui la belle vie de retraité. Enfin presque : le meurtre commandité n'a jamais lieu, et Keller découvre son propre visage à la une du journal télévisé de CNN. Il est accusé d'avoir assassiné un sénateur célèbre. Et la commanditaire de Keller, sa vieille copine Dorothea, est retrouvée morte dans sa maison brûlée. Un coup monté, à l'évidence. De main de maître : comment fuir, où se cacher quand l'Amérique tout entière vous croit coupable ? Pour une retraite paisible, on a fait mieux.

Keller en cavale

Big-time dope dealer Kenan Khoury is a wealthy man, and it comes as no surprise when his wife Francine is kidnapped and a ransom demanded. Kenan pays up and his wife is duly returned to him - in small pieces left in the boot of an abandoned car, leaving private eye Matt Scudder to speculate on the motives of a very unusual kidnapper. Soon he is on the trail of a pair of ruthlessly sadistic psycopaths whose insanely cruel games have only just begun...

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