A Chicago PI faces a deadly world of femme fatales and not-so-saintly nuns in this crime novel from a “wild, shrewd, mad, and unexpectedly funny” author (The New York Times). When Sister Rosetta’s niece goes missing, the nun (whose favorite poison is anything bottle-bound and boozy) hires shifty PI Tut Willow to find dear Gladys. But as Tut pulls back the curtain on Gladys’ checkered past—which includes a few racy pictures that’d make a sailor blush—he also discovers that someone doesn’t want her found. And soon bodies start piling up. Is Sister Rosetta behind the deaths of those out to harm her niece . . . or are Tut and Gladys just pawns in a much darker game? Full of laugh-out-loud comedy and the darkest of intrigue, Death Wore Gloves is “a lively story, both in and out of bed” from an author with “a keen sense of humor and a sharp writing style . . . Top of the line, this one is” (The New York Times). “This book could have played well at Minsky’s.” —Publishers Weekly “There is something of Donald E. Westlake in Mr. Spencer’s makeup. Like Mr. Westlake, he revels in absurdities that perhaps turn out to be not so absurd after all.” —The New York Times

At 5.15 p.m. Harvey Ellis was trapped - stranded in a line of eight cars by a blizzard on a Norfolk coast road. At 8.15 p.m. Harvey Ellis was dead - viciously stabbed at the wheel of his truck. And his killer has achieved the impossible: striking without being seen, and without leaving a single footprint in the snow . . . For DI Peter Shaw and DS George Valentine it's only the start of an infuriating investigation. The crime scene is melting, the murderer has vanished, the witnesses are dropping like flies. And the body count is on the rise . . .

All the tiger's fierce qualities do not satisfy him; he wants to be stylish and wear white gloves.

Annie thought she was making great strides in learning to trust Flynn. She can actually touch him--well his back. Flynn is less than enthusiastic about this growth. Annie learns her friend Stacy is missing, and she thinks Stacy’s boyfriend, Robert, has done something to her after Annie and Stacy uncovered his dark secret. With Annie’s family history, the police refuse to believe her. What Robert says is really going on shocks Annie to her core. He claims someone is trying to kill Annie and Flynn. Annie’s not sure if she should believe Robert, but he keeps dogging her steps. She’s starting to wonder if the person who’s trying to kill her isn’t Robert himself. That is until Robert ends up dead. It’s Halloween, and Annie’s life is about to take a turn toward the paranormal, as if things aren’t wild enough.

The cons get craftier and the stakes rise ever higher in the riveting sequel to "White Cat." Cassel will have to decide whose side he wants to be on, because neutrality is not an option.

In this “pugnacious, feisty” mystery series debut from the author of Death Wore Gloves, a devious killer has it in for a poison penned beauty (Kirkus Reviews). Chicago Detective Lacey Lockington has never been squeamish about taking out a few low lives in the pursuit of justice. But when tabloid columnist Stella Starbright calls him a “kill-crazy cop,” he suddenly needs to find a new line of work. Taking a job as a private investigator is a step down, for sure, but his first few cases certainly pique his interest: former “Stella Starbrights” are turning up dead on the streets of Chicago, and the current one—the very same Stella who ruined his reputation—is coming to him for protection. Going against his gut, Lacey agrees to keep Stella from sharing the grisly fate of her former namesakes. In the midst of all the madness, Lacey hunts the real killer, someone looking to silence gossip columnists for good. But can Lacey crack the case before another victim gets a headline in the obituaries? “Ross Spencer is wild, shrewd, mad, and unexpectedly funny.” —The New York Times

The Chicago PI is out to find a Russian defector with dangerous Soviet secrets in this hardboiled mystery from the author of Death Wore Gloves. When business gets too hot in the Windy City, private detective Lacey Lockington hangs out his shingle in refreshingly boring Youngstown, Ohio. Of course, it’s not all boring thanks to Natasha, the former KGB agent who saved his life, stole his heart, and currently shares his bed. But their brief idyll ends when Lacey is offered big bucks to find a man who may well be hiding out in Youngstown. Alexi Fedorovich was one of Russia’s greatest military minds before he defected to the States—and then disappeared entirely. Before going underground, he published a book exposing the end of the Cold War as a Russian hoax. Now Lacey’s out to find a man who doesn’t want to be found, up against Russian spies, federal agents, and leads that keep dying on him. With a little help from Natasha, he might just get to the bottom of it all before Fedorovich finds himself on the wrong end of a firing squad. “Ross is wild, shrewd, mad, and unexpectedly funny.” —The New York Times