Showing results by publisher "Podium Audio" in Mystery, Thriller & Suspense

Riker has gone up against terrorists, kidnappers, and drug cartels, but the greatest evil he faced in his QS-4 career was a man named Charles Fraction. Now Fraction has resurfaced, and Riker will stop at nothing to take him down. Riker and his small team of allies are on the hunt. Their search for Fraction will take them across the globe. With a man like Fraction, every clue is a potential trap, but Riker has no choice but to continue his pursuit. As long as Fraction is free, everyone in Riker's life is in grave danger. Including the woman he loves.

Harper-Rayn thrives in the dark. That's why she's completing her residency in forensic pathology by working nights at Blackstone's morgue. But her preferred shift takes an unsettling turn when the bodies on her autopsy table begin revealing chilling, hidden messages meant only for her. A masked stalker is trying to communicate with Harper . . . and he's not afraid to bloody his hands to get her attention. With actions that stretch beyond the bounds of sanity, he invites her to play along, and she can't deny just how intrigued she really is.

When CIA operator Mark Pierce suffers serious head injuries during a car crash in Rio De Janeiro his memory is wiped. He knows he works for the CIA, but the past year of his life is gone. There are two people with Pierce—a man and a woman, Amelia. The man claims he's Pierce's superior but then tries to stab Pierce and flees. Amelia seems terrified and says that Pierce kidnapped her. Is anyone telling the truth?

It was supposed to be a simple assignment. Journalist Auralia Rochambeau thought exposing a charity scam would be just another headline—until the con she exposed turned violent, and her world spiraled into chaos. Trapped by a sudden storm and a deadly bridge collapse in rural Virginia, Auralia must rely on her instincts and the man she loves to survive. Honoré "Creed" Duchamp, retired Marine Raider and member of Iniquus's famed Cerberus Tactical K9 Team Charlie, never backs down from danger. Alongside his scent-trained black lab, Rougarou, Creed races against escalating havoc to protect lives.

Declan Pierce is a bully and a sadist. He's been my enemy since birth, and he's made my life a living hell. But when my father barters me in an arranged marriage, Declan proposes a deal I can't refuse. After all, so long as Declan owns my soul, it can't be sold to another… But it turns out Declan wants more than I bargained for. My body, my submission, the truth behind what sent me to the Montgomery Psychiatric Ward three years ago. And he'll haunt every facet of my existence until he gets it.

They're trying to steal my daughter. My fake husband and his depraved brother—the two men conspiring to ruin my life. I did the only thing I could do: I took my baby girl and ran like our lives depended on it. But you know what they say: out of the frying pan and into the fire. I thought my fake marriage was a nightmare. Little did I know… The things my husband intends to do next are far, far worse.

Two months ago, he challenged the Director of the CIA to war, and it’s been radio silence since. Unable to return to the family he loves, he steels himself for the first strike, which D/CIA Jack Raynor delivers in the unlikeliest of forms. Then it’s all-out carnage in dreary Iowa. But in the heat of battle, whispers make their way to Slater’s ears, rumors of an all-powerful puppet master. He hears a moniker, "The Golden One," the name of a faceless serpent who shapes the country from the shadows.

Arden, Lorcan, and Carrick are the men everyone fears... They are known as the Deana-dhe. Dealing in debts, they steal information and manipulate. To them, I am Cyn. I'm their original sin. The mute girl they never wanted to be drawn to. The girl who put a spell on them, who became their cailleach. You see, I'm a modern-day witch skilled in the art of alchemy. A long time ago, I made a deal with the Deana-dhe, and they're back to cash in on my debt. If I'm the apple they never wanted to take a bite out of, then they're the snakes willing to use me for their own gain.

I had to stop and help. There was no question in my mind that it was the right thing to do, even after I noticed his one percent patch. The Kings of Anarchy MC were notorious in my hometown. Not only did I turn over the evidence to the club, but I drove to the hospital and stayed to make sure Bigfoot would be okay. That started his obsession with me. I wasn't sure about getting more involved with the club, or a single father who was a decade older than me, but there was no denying he was irresistible.

I had everything I wanted in the palm of my hand, and I threw it away on a senseless mistake. Now, Samantha Donovan has my heart in a vice. What she doesn't seem to understand is that the two of us will never be over. Samantha belongs to me, and she always will. I will do anything in my power to have her back by my side. No matter what the cost.

I thought I had the upper hand, but I was wrong. From the moment he saw me, this god was determined to make me his… but his life is filled with death and is no place for the living. Trying to survive his world might just turn me into one of the lost souls that surround him. But I have my own secrets, my own past. What happens when a god and a mistake meet? What happens when neither will back down?

The once tranquil woods in a picturesque part of Lenchester have become the bloody stage to a series of ritualistic murders. With no suspects, Detective Chief Inspector Whitney Walker is once again forced to call on the services of forensic psychologist Dr. Georgina Cavendish. But this murderer isn't like any they've faced before. The murders are highly elaborate, but different in their own way, and with the clock ticking, they need to get inside the killer's head before it's too late.

The West's own governments are giving up, have already lost, or are leading the charge to something else. This doesn't sit well with those who believe in liberty. This is the story of a people who have lost the political fight, they've lost the culture wars, they haven't seen a level playing field in a generation, and they are about to be made serfs. None of that matters. They're leaving....

London, 1922. Between gallivanting in his Rolls-Royce and darkening the doorways of London's hotspots, Lord Reginald "Rex" Bankes-Fernsby has almost succeeded in banishing the battlefield nightmares that plague his sleep. Pity he can't say the same about that nagging lack of direction in his life. If only he were like his best friend Freddie—self-assured, suave, and up to his ears in secrets. But when Freddie is murdered, Rex doubts the verdict. Was Freddie really cut down while up to no good, or was he killed in the line of duty?

The boys of Lake Chapel own me—mind and body, heart and soul. I'll fight for them. Wait for them. Root for them and support them through anything. Because what we're building together is a forever kind of love.

I'm the whispers in the dark you can't ignore. The bully you can't run away from. I'm the tormentor who makes your life a living hell. The villain you love to hate. I'm the vicious monster sleeping in the next room. The one who knows all your secrets. And I'll stop at nothing to make you pay.

Two beautiful young women are found strangled, their bodies meticulously washed and groomed. The only thing they have in common: Both worked as reporters for local TV stations. A coincidence? Or something more sinister? Rookie Special Agent Shannon Ames is assigned to the case and soon impresses with her brilliant intuition and startling ability to think outside the box. But as Shannon takes a more prominent role in the investigation, she finds herself drawn into a deadly dance with a master of deception.

The consequences of my actions have finally caught up to me, and I'm staring the devil in the eyes. And he wants revenge. When I woke up bound to a chair on Shadow's mysterious island with Shepp unconscious and my sister standing beside me, I knew I was in trouble. And boy, was I right. Between the fight pits, new enemies, new allies and separations, secret loves, betrayals, and revenge, I'm thrust into a whole new world of survival. But it doesn't stop there.

After getting tangled up in Carnage business, it isn’t long before I'm tangled up in their sheets. They see is my blonde hair and sweet smile, and they want to dirty me up a little. I'm a splash of pink within the leather-clad army, standing out like a tampon in a condom factory. But it’s not my fault they underestimated me. I might like girly things, but I’m much more likely to spray you with bullets then sprinkle you with glitter. I could just tell them they have me labeled all wrong...but where’s the fun in that?

From the moment I spotted him on the side of the road, I knew he was trouble. Now I'm kneeling at the mercy of a masked devil with my boyfriend's blood on my hands. He tells me to call him Saint because he saved me... that I should be thankful he spared me a worse fate. I'm tempted to fight him or bargain. But when Saint tells me to run, a twisted part of me wonders if he'll chase.