Showing results for "J Wilder" in Crime Fiction

Bryson Wilde, investigator for hire, lives in an edgy world where the women are dangerous, cigarettes dangle from ruby-red lips and the nights are hotter than whiskey-soaked jazz.

In a throwback to the literary era of Mike Hammer and Shell Scott, Denver private investigator Bryson Wilde lives in an edgy 1952 world where the women are dangerous, cigarettes dangle from ruby-red lips, and the nights are hotter than Havana asphalt. In this riveting pulp noir thriller that will keep you guessing to the very last minute, Wilde finds himself spiraling into a string of murders, with the next one likely to come by Friday.

Murder comes in two familiar forms. Whether as a crime of passion with high emotions or a cold dispassionate plot to take life in order to gain in some way, the act strikes us all as somehow inhuman. Beneath us as civilised beings. But however we cloak our animal instincts the need to remove a human being and gain relief from abuse or gain from money, the term is just the same – MURDER. Robert Louis Stevenson, Arthur Conan Doyle, J M Barrie, W W Jacobs and many others bring their literary heft to bear in as calculating a way as any killer could.

Sometimes self-fulfilling prophecies are not all they seem. Lord Arthur Savile is a young British aristocrat about to get married. Mr. Podgers tells people’s fortunes, and he has bad news for the groom: he will commit murder. Unable to get the thought off his mind, he decides to get it over with before entering into marriage, but things do not go as planned. Hear the darkly humorous short story "Lord Arthur Savile’s Crime" by Oscar Wilde from the late 19th century brought to life by B.J. Harrison. B. J.

A palm reader notifies Lord Arthur that murder is in his future. But not his murder - he’s the murderer. This really throws a wrench into his wedding plans, for Lord Arthur is soon to be married to the most beautiful lady in London. In fact he loves her so much, he decides to postpone the wedding until his business is done. Now, for a tasteful homicide....