When Michael Starks's groom-to-be vanishes with his Matisse painting and then is found murdered, all evidence points to a psychotic Bette Davis impersonator, and Michael, his assistant Robert, and their strapping lesbian friend Monet must go undercover ina drag revue to trap a killer. Reprint.

Stacy has just killed her boyfriend—but the problem is, he won’t stay dead. If you could kill your boyfriend and get away with it, would you? In How to Kill Your Boyfriend (in Ten Easy Steps), a young, beautiful woman abducts a complete stranger so that they can kill her boyfriend. The stranger—a famous radio call-in host—is terrified at first, but before she knows it, her beautiful abductor whisks her into a world of amazing possibilities. Horror transforms into fascination once Stacy reveals that she’s killed this boyfriend more than once. A sisterhood is forged in blood. They find themselves living and laughing like never before. Yet, all is not as it seems—before they know it, their quest to kill the boyfriend begins to uncover a mystery that may cost them their own lives.

Right up until they put him in jail, McKenzie thought the cops were kidding. After all, he did them a favor by stopping a rookie cop from roughing up a distraught woman at a murder scene. But the next thing Mac knows he's in jail, missing an important date with his girlfriend and reliving nightmares he thought he'd finally left behind – and he's vowing payback for all of it. If that means sticking his nose into a crime investigation, well, he's done it before. Only, what appears to be a straightforward case of a cheating boyfriend, his alcoholic girlfriend and an opportune baseball bat proves far more complicated than the police are willing to accept. More disconcerting, as he investigates, Mac finds himself again fighting the influence of a shadowy figure who controls more of what goes on in the Twin Cities than a rational voter would believe. And then there are the unidentified thugs who kill a witness and rough up him and his female lawyer-ally. Soon Mac realizes that the truth of this sordid crime may be as hard to find – and as hard to live with – as the justice he seeks.

Oops--he did it again! David Stukas, author of Someone Killed His Boyfriend and Wearing Black To The White Party, unleashes his wildly popular--and outrageously funny--trio of sleuths on the unsuspecting world. This time, Robert, Michael, and Monette are up to their pectorals in sex, blackmail, seriously ripped abs, and murder. . . It ain't easy being pretty. And it ain't pretty NOT being pretty in Chelsea. That's what has Robert doing an excruciating set of leg presses under his ripped roommate Michael's preening tutelage--when Michael isn't admiring his new leather workout shorts or going on about how the super-buff trainer, Flex, keeps checking him out. So it takes Robert by complete surprise in the locker room when Flex grabs Robert, hands him a CD-ROM and a hot kiss, and takes off running with a promise to retrieve the disc--and Robert--later. But Robert doesn't have long to ponder a roll in the hay with Mr. Uber Body. The next morning, Flex is found murdered, pushed from his high-rise Madison Avenue apartment. Suddenly, Michael and Robert are feeling like the wrong guys in every Hitchcock film ever made. And when the going gets tough. . .the tough run and hide at their lesbian friend Monette's apartment for protection. Now, as they muscle their way into a hidden world of escorts, fetishists, drug dealers, and pampered men leading double lives, the trio dive deeper into a mystery that has more layers than Michael has Frette towels. And when the killer strikes dangerously close to home, New York's most wanted sleuths will have to give it everything they've got before someone can give them a final workout. . .. Sexy, catty, and downright hilarious, Biceps Of Death deliciously skewers the cult of the body while delivering an abs-olutely perfect nail-biter of a mystery.

In Someone Killed His Boyfriend, David Stukas introduced the most fabulously unlikely trio of gay sleuths this side of Provincetown. Now, Michael and Robert and their lesbian sidekick, Monette, are in the vichyssoise again when Robert's romance with a count goes from fabulous to flatline. . . It ain't easy being green--especially if you're Robert Willsop, a boy from Michigan searching for love in the Prada-filled, Chilean sea bass-eating world of gay New York. While his best friend Michael is perfectly content to detail every bit of his latest hot-wax demo over a plate of fifty-dollar pasta, poverty-stricken Robert longs for a good, old-fashioned romance. So when a chance meeting with the gorgeous, fabulously wealthy Count Siegfried Von Schmidt leads to a whirlwind romance and a marriage proposal, Robert waves goodbye to his dumpy studio apartment and dives in with heart, soul and a brand-new Rolex wristwatch. Instead of being gloriously happy for him--and angling for a spot on the Count's private Lear jet--Michael and Monette are deeply suspicious. After all, Robert's dates aren't usually described as rich, handsome and cultured. "Psychotic, mentally crippled and pathetic" is more like it. Robert credits their lack of support to extreme jealousy, and leaves for Germany in a huff, or as huffy as Midwesterners can get. For once, everything is going his way. In fact, until the Count is discovered dead--with a rather large knife in his back--life is just ducky. Suddenly trapped in the European vacation from hell and rapidly becoming murder suspect number one, Robert calls in the troops. Soon Michael, Robert and Monette are traipsing all over Germany, looking for clues to a killer cold enough to murder a man and leave a mess on the Berber carpets. Fast-paced and charmingly catty, Going Down For The Count is a delightful romp of a mystery that takes murder to fashionably funny new heights. David Stukas has not written any screenplays, has never received a Pulitzer, and is not a regular contributor to National Public Radio. He is, however, the author of Someone Killed His Boyfriend and Going Down For The Count. He lives in California and is currently working on his next mystery, Wearing White To The Black Party.

A New York Times bestseller | Soon to be a major motion picture “Witty, endearing and greatly entertaining.” —Wall Street Journal “Don’t trust anyone, including the four septuagenarian sleuths in Osman’s own laugh-out-loud whodunit.” —Parade Four septuagenarians with a few tricks up their sleeves A female cop with her first big case A brutal murder Welcome to... THE THURSDAY MURDER CLUB In a peaceful retirement village, four unlikely friends meet weekly in the Jigsaw Room to discuss unsolved crimes; together they call themselves the Thursday Murder Club. When a local developer is found dead with a mysterious photograph left next to the body, the Thursday Murder Club suddenly find themselves in the middle of their first live case. As the bodies begin to pile up, can our unorthodox but brilliant gang catch the killer, before it's too late?

For the first time in one place, Roger M. Sobin has compiled a list of nominees and award winners of virtually every mystery award ever presented. He has also included many of the “best of” lists by more than fifty of the most important contributors to the genre.; Mr. Sobin spent more than two decades gathering the data and lists in this volume, much of that time he used to recheck the accuracy of the material he had collected. Several of the “best of” lists appear here for the first time in book form. Several others have been unavailable for a number of years.; Of special note, are Anthony Boucher’s “Best Picks for the Year.” Boucher, one of the major mystery reviewers of all time, reviewed for The San Francisco Chronicle, Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, and The New York Times. From these resources Mr. Sobin created “Boucher’s Best” and “Important Lists to Consider,” lists that provide insight into important writing in the field from 1942 through Boucher’s death in 1968.? This is a great resource for all mystery readers and collectors.; ; Winner of the 2008 Macavity Awards for Best Mystery Nonfiction.