Here is the story of Jerry Weintraub: the self-made, Brooklyn-born, Bronx-raised impresario, Hollywood producer, legendary deal maker, and friend of politicians and stars. No matter where nature has placed him--the club rooms of Brooklyn, the Mafia dives of New York's Lower East Side, the wilds of Alaska, or the hills of Hollywood--he has found a way to put on a show and sell tickets at the door. "All life was a theater and I wanted to put it up on a stage," he writes. "I wanted to set the world under a marquee that read: 'Jerry Weintraub Presents.'" In When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead, we follow Weintraub from his first great success at age twenty-six with Elvis Presley, whom he took on the road with the help of Colonel Tom Parker; to the immortal days with Sinatra and Rat Pack glory; to his crowning hits as a movie producer, starting with Robert Altman and Nashville, continuing with Oh, God!, The Karate Kid movies, and Diner, among others, and summiting with Steven Soderbergh and Ocean's Eleven, Twelve, and Thirteen. Along the way, we'll watch as Jerry moves from the poker tables of Palm Springs (the games went on for days), to the power rooms of Hollywood, to the halls of the White House, to Red Square in Moscow and the Great Palace in Beijing-all the while counseling potentates, poets, and kings, with clients and confidants like George Clooney, Bruce Willis, George H. W. Bush, Armand Hammer, Brad Pitt, Matt Damon, Bob Dylan, Led Zeppelin, John Denver, Bobby Fischer . . .well, the list goes on forever. And of course, the story is not yet over . . .as the old-timers say, "The best is yet to come." As Weintraub says, "When I stop talking, you'll know I'm dead." With wit, wisdom, and the cool confidence that has colored his remarkable career, Jerry chronicles a quintessentially American journey, one marked by luck, love, and improvisation. The stories he tells and the lessons we learn are essential, not just for those who love movies and music, but for businessmen, entrepreneurs, artists . . . everyone.

Two NYC investigators don't stop until they expose the truth of the unsolved, 1957 murder of a little boy from Philadelphia. True accounts of collaboration with the current police department... until people's double lives are discovered and communication breaks down.

A Detective Vic Gonnella Thriller It's 1957. A little boy is found on a cold February night, along a lonely road in Philadelphia. DEAD. Someone still holds a secret. From HistoricMysteries.com, "However, hope still remains as Court TV, 48 Hours, and America's Most Wanted have featured this case in recent episodes. Perhaps the lead everyone has been waiting for will present itself." Two main questions still abound, having left kind-hearted people around the world stumped. #1 WHAT would be the motive for wanting this little boy dead? #2 WHY hasn't this murder been solved all these years? It was a simplistic time in the United States. Pre-Kennedy assassination, pre-landing on the moon, before Viet Nam, before Love-Ins, and unfortunately, before DNA testing. Now it's 58 years later, and Detective Vic Gonnella and Raquel Ruiz, with their Type A personalities, won't rest until the heinous injustice that was done to this little boy is exposed. Follow them as they crisscross the country to conduct interviews and tear apart clues left cold in the police files of the Philadelphia Police Department. As clues and leads are followed, Detective Gonnella and Raquel find themselves continuously detoured by people's secret, double lives. YOU THINK I'M DEAD is the second in the detective Vic Gonnella series, with INTERCESSION being the first.

Every weekday morning, as the sun rose above Sixth Avenue, a peerless crop of women-frames poised, behavior polished, networks connected, and bodies generally buffed to a high sheen-were herded by the cattle prod of their own ambition to one particular building. They're smart, stylish, and sophisticated, even the one found dead in her office. When stylish Hillary Whitney dies alone in a locked, windowless conference room at the offices of RAGE Fashion Book, her death is initially ruled an unfortunate side effect of the unrelenting pressure to be thin. But Hillary's best friend and fellow RAGE editor Catherine Ono knows her friend's dieting wasn't a capital P problem. If beauty could kill, it'd take more than that. When two months later, a cryptic note in Hillary's handwriting ends up in the office of the NYPD and the case is reopened, Det. Mark Hutton is led straight into the glamorous world of RAGE and into the life of hot-headed and fiercely fabulous Cat, who insists on joining the investigation. Surrounded by a supporting cast of party girls, Type A narcissists and half- dead socialites, Cat and her colleague Bess Bonner are determined to solve the case and achieve sartorial perfection. But their amateur detective work has disastrous results, and the two ingenues are caught in a web of drugs, sex, lies and moisturizer that changes their lives forever. Viciously funny, this sharp and satirical take on the politics of women's bodies and women's work is an addictive debut novel that dazzles with style and savoire faire.

Jen Beagin’s funny, moving, fearless debut novel introduces an unforgettable character, Mona—almost 24, cleaning houses to get by, emotionally adrift. Handing out clean needles to drug addicts, she falls for a recipient who proceeds to break her heart in unimaginable ways. She decamps to Taos, New Mexico, for a fresh start, where she finds a community of seekers and cast-offs. But they all have one or two things to teach her—the pajama-wearing, blissed-out New Agers, the slightly creepy client with peculiar tastes in controlled substances, the psychic who might really be psychic. Always just under the surface are her memories of growing up in a chaotic, destructive family from which she’s trying to disentangle herself. The story of her journey toward a comfortable place in the world and a measure of self-acceptance is psychologically acute, often surprising, and entirely human.

She hasn't seen her brother in years. Now, he's dead. When Judi Westerholme finds out her estranged brother has been murdered, she assumes it's connected to his long term drug addiction. Returning home, she is shocked to discover he had been clean for years, had a wife--now missing--and a child, and led a respectable life. But if he had turned his life around, why was he killed in a drug deal shooting? And where is his wife? Desperate to know what really happened, Judi sets out to uncover the truth, even though it means confronting her own traumatic past. But she's not the only one looking for answers. With a gutsy, unapologetic protagonist, Trust Me, I'm Dead is a gritty and bold crime thriller that explores the sacrifices people will make for their families.

Peter Smith is dead. No getting away from that. Or is there?Being dead is the least of his worries when he finds himself prosecuted in an ethereal court on dubious charges and the prosecutor is his brother, Stuart. When Peter is sent to the waiting room, he re-lives his final day on Earth. We see his ambiguous relationship with his mother, who he lived alone with, and his brother Stuart and his wife Diane, who bring news of pregnancy. Peter is devastated at the news and leaves the house, only to be killed instantly. In the courtroom Stuart and the Judge preside over Peter's fate. When his mother's love interest The Major testifies, he reveals that Peter let a young woman, Lauren, die. Peter is sent back to die in her place and restore balance but he saves both Lauren and himself, causing a devastating change of events...Gareth is inspired by author Joseph Conrad and his struggle between existential awareness and moral obligation, particularly in his novel The Secret Agent. He also takes inspiration from Franz Kafka and D.H. Lawrence. I Am Dead will appeal to that man who wonders what society really has to offer him, or that woman who fears what society has planned for her...