Has he called? No. I half expected to see him at Truth or Dairy today. He's sort of addicted to Coconut Fantasy Dreams. We both are. It was like . . . our drink. I was all ready to give him the cold shoulder, easy to do when working around ice cream all day. I could give him a bad ice-cream headache, mix extra ice in his smoothie and freeze his brain. Like he could be any colder.

Splitsville is a 21st century screwball comedy about a Manhattan company that breaks up relationships for people who can't say the words "It's over". Chester wants to leave his fiancée, Sara. Holly's looking for revenge after her boyfriend dumped her. And she's starting to develop a crush on Charlie. Charlie thinks it would be better for Sallie if she left the man in her life. Thurston would love to have a baby with Lainey because she's cute and because a TV executive thinks it'd be good for ratings. But Marvin the Millionaire Meat King wants Thurston and Lainey busted up. Lainey still has feelings for Charlie. Charlie's falling for Adelaide. And Adelaide's married to Rob. Luckily, there's a corporation that can work all this out for everybody and send them to the happiest place on earth. Welcome to Splitsville. "While he gets in your head like Nick Hornby, Sean's writing style is all his own. Splitsville is a hugely original story full of flawed and relatable characters. If there was a word to describe quality literature that's both accessible and pissfunny, it would be "Condonesque". " KITTY FLANAGAN

It's 1971. Hal Sachs runs a used bookstore. Business isn't so great, and the store is in a part of Toronto that's about to be paved over with a behemoth expressway. And then Hal meets Lily Klein, an activist schoolteacher who'll do just about anything to stop the highway. It's love at first sight. Until it isn't. And then Hal vanishes. A half-century later, Hal's nephew, Aitch, waits for his baby to be born as he tries to piece together facts and fictions about Hal's disappearance. Splitsville is a diamond-cut love letter to a city whose defining moment was to say 'no way' to a highway, and a look at the obsessions that carry down through a family.

The final unpublished novel by MWA Grandmaster – a wild, romantic road trip across America by taxi cab – demonstrates why this beloved author is so fondly remembered and so dearly missed. “A book by this guy is cause for happiness.” Stephen King DONALD E. WESTLAKE GOES OFF THE BEATEN PATH In 1977, one of the world’s finest crime novelists turned his pen to suspense of a very different sort – and the results have never been published, until now. Fans of mystery fiction have often pondered whether it would be possible to write a suspense novel without any crime at all, and in CALL ME A CAB the masterful Donald E. Westlake answered the question in his inimitable style. You won’t find any crime in these pages – but what you will find is a wonderful suspense story, about a New York City taxi driver hired to drive a beautiful woman all the way across America, from Manhattan to Los Angeles, where the biggest decision of her life is waiting to be made. From Pennsylvania to Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, Colorado, Utah, Arizona and Nevada on the way to California, the characters’ odyssey takes them through uncharted territory – on the map and in their lives. It’s Westlake at his witty, thought-provoking best, and it proves that a page-turner doesn’t need to have a bomb set to go off at the end of it in order to keep sparks flying every step of the way.

"Six-year-old Louise Trapeze lives at the circus and can't wait to fly on the trapeze until she discovers that she is afraid of heights"--

Can a brother ever get a break? Ron Jenkins a successful accountant, quite the numbers man understands the dynamics of balancing any budget but cant seem to place his personal life in place. Money can solve many things but finding his mother fighting breast cancer and his sisters mysterious disappearance under the secret hands of domestic violence does he really have the strength to pull it all together while trying to sooth sweetness into a fed up bitter black woman?