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Dr Malcolm Goldblatt has one last chance in the NHS. As the temporary senior registrar of a London hospital, he needs to prove to the medical establishment he can toe the corporate line. But this new hospital is all rather depressingly familiar - from Dr Madic's ferocious aversion to work, Dr Burton's knife-in-the-back ambition, right up to the pathologically insecure yet monstrously vain Professor Small, it is an environment of short tempers, back-biting and office politics - a place in which caring for patients seems secondary to caring for professional reputations.

Therapist Victoria Vick is contacted by a cryptic, unlikable man who insists his situation is unique and unfathomable. Vick becomes convinced that he suffers from a complex set of delusions: Y__, as she refers to him, claims to be a scientist who has stolen cloaking technology from an aborted government project in order to render himself nearly invisible. Unsure of his motives or honesty, Vick becomes obsessed with her patient....

Seal Island is home to a moonshine-making billionaire, a pot-growing fisherman, a celebrity flower child, a handsome romance writer, a sex-addicted realtor, a womanizing pub owner, a cop, a pot-bellied pig…and a serial killer. The island is serene and remote. It is only accessible by boat. The residents like it that way, until those with the deepest and darkest of secrets start dying in the most bizarre of ways.

Music, murder...and Madeleine. William has a lot on his mind. Firstly there's The Alaska Factory, the band he plays in. They're no good, and they make his songs sound about as groovy as an unpressed record. In fact they're so bad he's seriously thinking of leaving to join a group called The Unfortunates. Secondly, there's Madeleine, his high-maintenance girlfriend, whose idea of a night of passion is an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical followed by a doorstep peck on the cheek. Maybe they're not soul mates after all? Lastly, there's the bizarre murder he's just witnessed.

Karin and Kai are looking for a pleasant escape from their busy lives when they accept an offer to stay in a luxurious cabin in the Norwegian fjords. Instead of finding a relaxing retreat, their trip becomes a reminder of everything lacking in their own lives, and when they meet the couple from the neighbouring cabin, Karin tells a little white lie – a lie that grows ever bigger, entangling her and Kai in a nightmare series of deceits with absolutely no means of escape.

'Music from Big Pink' ist die Geschichte eines kleinen Drogendealers, der sich im Umfeld einer erfolgreichen Rockband auf der Höhe ihres Erfolgs...

In these wonderfully funny and poignant stories, Willett’s eccentric, complex characters think and do the unconventional. Soft, euphonic women gradually grow old; weak, unhappy men confront love and their own mortality; and abominable children desperately try to grow up with grace. With a unique voice and dry humor, Willett gives us a new insight into human existence, showing us those specific moments in relationships when life suddenly becomes visible. Critically acclaimed when it was first published, Jenny and the Jaws of Life is being brought back due to popular demand.

Ayesha and Yaz are working the stand-up circuit, clawing their way to success one set at a time. When Ayesha inadvertently goes viral, her trajectory changes as she’s welcomed into an exclusive group of activists: a sacred circle of change makers, each woman with a specific gift to contribute. The circle draws Yaz in too and they are both invited to an intimate hen do, except it's not a hen do: it's a Goddess Retreat. While Ayesha tries desperately to fit herself into a shape that the women will accept, Yaz treats the entire ‘itinerary’ with open disdain.

All alone, with only his electric guitar and his overactive ego for company, Eddie Virago, proud owner of the last Mohican haircut in Dublin, leaves his home town to find fame in the wild world of the London rock scene. Things don't quite go as planned, however, and he finds himself living in a ramshackle hotel with a neurotic girl he met on the ferry over while a bewildering array of acid-house ravers, saloon-bar revolutionaries, music biz wideboys and media primadonnas all seem oh-so-anxious to help Eddie on his way....

The Casting Director is a black comedy crime thriller about Lee Hamill whose specialty is finding unknowns on the streets of Dublin for low-budget Irish movies. He's the middleman, matchmaker, and awkward buffer zone between performer and producer. Lee is HR for actors, but one of them wants him dead.

Having been blown away by seeing Gary Numan perform "Bombers" on TV in 1978, Five went out the very next day and put an ad in the paper to form a tribute band. He named it the Romford Bombers. They soon went on to dominate the Numan tribute band circuit. Until last year that is, when the Storm Troopers came out of nowhere and stole their crown. The Bombers’ 56-year-old lead singer will do whatever it takes to win it back. He also has reason to believe The Storm Troopers are pursuing a hidden agenda, and he’s determined to get to the bottom of it.

The final story in a collection of interlinked tales of crime and retribution laced with dark humour, set around the festive season. It’s Christmas Eve, but the criminals never stop working, so neither do the police. The raid is on... but things don’t go entirely to plan.

Gli sdraiati è un romanzo comico, un romanzo di avventure, una storia di rabbia, amore e malinconia. Ed è anche il piccolo monumento a una generazione che si è allungata orizzontalmente nel mondo, e forse da quella posizione riesce a vedere cose che gli "eretti" non vedono più, non vedono ancora, hanno smesso di vedere.

Every summer, a once-sort-of famous cartoonist named Rich Fischer leaves his wife and two kids behind to teach a class at a week-long arts conference in a charming New England beachside town. It’s a place where drum circles happen on the beach at midnight, clothing optional. Rich finds himself worrying about his family’s nights without him, his back taxes, his stuttering career and his own very real desire for love and human contact.

The deathly silence is about to be broken. She disliked the company of others and death did little to warm her spirit. She had led an independent life and she faced death in much the same way. She was finally alone, finally free from the mindless babble of others, at least that's what she thought. May Elizabeth Trump was the rarest of spirits and she was none too happy about it either. She was a dead medium, a ghost who can speak with the living, and her services were to become in great demand.

Jane Dorner has two modes: PR Jane is twenty-five, breezy, clever in a non-threatening way and eager to sell you a feminist vibrator. Actual Jane is twenty-nine, drifting through mediocre workdays and lackluster dates while paralysed by her crushing mountain of overdue bills. Enter the impossibly gorgeous Cass, whom Jane discovers scrolling through Instagram - the guru of a 'wellness retreat' based out of a ramshackle country house that may or may not be giving off cult vibes. Suddenly Jane realises she might have found the one ladder she can climb.

For nine long days, the mayor and district attorney of Reno, Nevada, have been missing. Vanished without a trace. Their vehicles were found parked side-by-side at Reno-Tahoe International Airport. Did they fly somewhere together? They aren't on any flight manifest. Did the two of them take off with a big pile of the city's money? If so, the city accountants can't find it. Were they murdered? There's no sign of foul play.

As those halls make her skin crumble with self-hate, she is trying not to kill herself - at least until she can get her degree and get out. However, surviving feels near impossible when fuelled by cheap vodka, lines and toxic friendships. Using her thesis as a means of documenting her experiences - and giving out advice to the next generation of those lucky enough to attend university - Sahara reveals the truth about what it’s like to live inside her head while Black students are disappearing and dying, racism is thriving and her depression is living inside her head rent free.

Scott Fletcher is dead—his lifeless body in a pool of blood. Sarah Holden’s life is turned upside down the day she is discovered with her fiancé’s body next to the motorbike he’d been working on. She has blood on her hands, but the screams do not come. If she didn’t kill him, then who did? The answer seems too easy, the culprit too obvious. Peddyr and Connie Quirk, husband-and-wife private investigators, are brought in to unravel the tangle, prove Sarah’s innocence, and find the true culprit. As they are about to discover, the truth is sometimes more than skin-deep.

Alex hates missing person’s cases. Unless they’re easy money. Anything is good when there’s easy money. Then there’s the delivery job. Get a box and hand deliver it to some rich jerk-off. Deal with another private investigator almost as skeezy as himself. And after all that there’s the Event. That’s sure to have a really, really, bad ending.