The superb new novel from the author of London Blues

Sidney Blattner is probably the most successful organised crime figure in London, but things are coming unstuck. Who would dare to execute his innocent brother down in Margate? And why?
When Blattner attends the funeral his chauffeur disappears, forcing Sid and his two minders to flee the seaside resort ignominiously in a Transit van ... Sidney calls in as many favours as he can to find out what is going on down in Margate but without success. Two of his aides, sent down to investigate, turn up murdered. There are plenty of questions but no answers. Will Vince, the sharpest member of Sid's firm, have any better luck when he arrives in the fading seaside town, or are he and Sidney about to meet their nemesis?

'Get Carter puts one over The Long Good Friday as increasingly hard men go to Margate in this superb seaside noir' Crime Time

Praise for London Blues and Sixty-Three Closure
'A dazzling existential thriller ... a tour-de-force of English sleaze' Martin Short
'A fascinating and compulsive portrait of London before it began swinging ... a risk-taking, formula defying book' Melody Maker
'The great JFK conspiracy novel ... Darkly imaginative and believable ...totally original "secret history" of our time' - Larry Celona, New York Post

Gerald Dawson was an angry little man, a fundamentalist, a family man, who set out to change the world he feared and hated. He ended up murdered. The police are sure the killer is the owner of a Hollywood porno shop Dawson and his zealous cohorts had trashed. But crack insurance investigator Dave Brandstetter finds too many loose ends. Who was the runaway teenager seen with Dawson at a Sunset Strip disco,? What was Dawson's connection with the porno filmmaker? Why are Dawson's widow and son so frightened?
Dave's investigation takes him from an evangelical church to a pornographic film studio, from the sunlit world of sleek cabin-cruisers to the neon nightmare of teenage drugs and prostitution. But the answers wait far away in a windswept midnight mountain wilderness, where Dave Brandstetter's life comes dramatically close to a mad and savage end.

'The Brandstetter stories develop strongly with a striking quality of measured calm' Sunday Times
'After 40 years Hammett has a worthy successor' The Times
'Unusual in two respects. One is that the insurance investigator, though ruggedly masculine, is thoroughly and contentedly homosexual, the other is that Hansen is an excellent craftsmen, a compelling writer' New Yorker
'The most exciting and effective writer of the classic private-eye novel working today' LA Times
'Spare and stylish' Financial Times

"A hilarious romp through the pompous world of T.V. journalism.' Washington Post
"Hilarious stuff - we want more!" Company
"A sexy, funny, raunchy romp through network news. I loved it." Nancy Pickard
"Sparkle's debut really is sparkling with lots of laughs and superior bitchiness.' Mike Ripley, Daily Telegraph

"A hilarious romp through the pompous world of T.V. journalism.' Washington Post
"Hilarious stuff - we want more!" Company
"A sexy, funny, raunchy romp through network news. I loved it." Nancy Pickard
"Sparkle's debut really is sparkling with lots of laughs and superior bitchiness.' Mike Ripley, Daily Telegraph

The scene is Quinsigamond, a decaying New England factory town, a modal locale of turn of the century chaos. An activist priest meets a grisly death in his own cathedral. The crime has all the earmarks of a routine Bangkok Park gang killing. But the perp is no everyday low-life but a demented ex-FBI agent named Speer in search of the jammers, particularly the infamous O'Zebedee brothers who have been hiiacking local radio airwaves with their singular brand of subversive diatribe.
Detective Hannanh Show, Bangkok Pork's undisputed overseer, tracks Speer's enraged quest to Wireless, the funky retro-radio nightclub and epicentre of the diverse jammer subculture. Show and/or the Wireless crew must stop the defrocked Fed or fall prey to a campaign of censorship, violence and death.

"Jack O'Connell is the future of the dark literary suspense novel" - James Ellroy
I am down on my knees at those wireless knobs. Van Morrison

When a Harvard-educated aspiring actor loses all of his cash during a bus-ride poker game, he finds himself stranded in Abilene, Texas, broke and desperate. Enter Merle Luskey, a hard-drinkin', tough talkin', oil-drillin', woman-lovin' wild-catter who just happens to have a job opening. About to lose his oil rigs and his ranch to the bank, Merle has a proposition for his new friend: he needs a "rat killer", someone smart enough to help him outwit the bank, the sheriff, and a rival drilling company in a frantic race to hit pay dirt before the foreclosure goes through.
What ensues is a rip-roaring conflagration of unbelievably vibrant characters, including a drunken cattle rancher who owns the land that Merle wants to drill on and also owns every issue of Playboy ever published, speaking so fondly about the centrefolds you'd think they were kin. And meet Tex-Ann, a busty gum-snapping blonde imported from Dallas to - ahem - persuade the cattle rancher to sign on the dotted line.

'Chocolate Lizards is an extravagant and very entertaining example of West Texas oil-field gothic. It's as if the Castle of Otranto had been moved to Abilene, Texas, and peopled with refugees from Monty Python' Larry McMurtry
'Driving through West Texas, you'd swear the pump-jacks grow right out of the ground. They are as much a part of the scenery as shinnery brush. Drillers and roughnecks live by their own set of rules - a breed apart. Cole Thompson has written a great book and I think he captured it all, even the insanity' Waylon Jennings

Family trouble! Growing old quietly was never really an option for Nick Sharman. When he takes on a job for a prosperous Manchester businessman looking for his runaway teenage daughter, Meena, he should perhaps have known better. He finds himself in a race against time to save the girl from the kind of trouble that gives families a bad name. Trying to do the right thing, Nick swaps sides and ends up starring in his own version of a Straw Dogs shoot out with family and friends, where nobody comes out the winner.

'it is possible that South London contains some law abiding citizens in conventional relationships but they make no appearance in Timlin's immoral, wildly enjoyable books'- The Times
'Full of cars, girls, guns, strung out along the high sierras of Brixton and Battersea, the Elephant and the North Peckham Estate, all those jewels in the crown they call Sarf London'- Arena
'Short punchy chapters, characterisations that induce the chuckles and Timlin's easy going writing style makes this speedy read awash with knockabout charm and spot-on earthy realism' - Uncut

Set in the border states of Kansas and Missouri during the American Civil War Woe to Live On, now filmed as Ride with the Devil by Ang Lee, explores the nature of lawlessness and violence through the eyes and thoughts of Jake Roedel. During the winter of 1861 Roedel grows up quickly experiencing a brutal, lawless parody of war without standards or mercy. Woodrell's colloquial dialogue seems to suggest a connection between the America of the 1860's and the present day. Ride with the Devil (originally published as Woe to Live On) is a renegade western in the style of Thomas Berger's Little Big Man that celebrates the genre while at the same time bushwhacking some it's most celebrated traditions.

Woodrell is a marvellous writer - Roddy Doyle
"Woodrell has certainly found the voices, the cadences, the feelings of the chaotic time and place he depicts, carrying it all along with a rich dialogue that is exactly right." - Dee Brown
"Woodrell is a genius" - Time Out
"Daniel Woodrell is one of the most exciting writers I've discovered in a long time." Val Mcdermid "Dan Woodrell can tell me stories any time. He can come to my house, pull up a chair on the porch, pour himself a long drink or whatever it is he's fond of, scratch my dog between the ears and let fly. I don't know that I'11 let him around my wife and daughter, though, unless he's closely supervised." Pinckney Benedict