Showing results by publisher "John Murray" in Contemporary

A life-changing love story. A devastating decision. 1972. Alice Garland can't take her eyes off Jacob Earl. With his black curls and snakeskin boots, the lead singer of the Disciples commands the stage. It's the beginning of a passionate relationship. For a while it feels like they're at the...

'Shocking, stylish, elegant, and twisting. A truly stunning debut' Chris Whitaker, NYT bestselling author of All the Colours of the Dark 'One of the best books I've read this year' Jodi Picoult SHE THOUGHT IT WAS FATE. I KNEW IT WASN'T. Honor's life is nearly perfect: she adores her bright and...

***A BBC RADIO 2 BOOK CLUB PICK 2025*** 'Perfect to read whilst curled up by the fire demanding people bring you hot tea and biscuits to dunk' Sara Cox, Radio 2 Book Club 'One of the most imaginative and ambitious books I have read all year' Scotsman 'Magical in every sense' Saga Magazine 'A...

'Smart, brave and often very funny . . . profoundly moving' Sarah Haywood, author of The Cactus This morning Gigi left her husband and children. Now she's watching Real Housewives and drinking wine in a crummy hotel room, trying to work out how she got here. When the Twin Towers collapsed, Gigi...

For over thirty years, Old Second and Bao Mei have cobbled together a meagre existence in New York City's Chinatown. But unlike other couples, these two share an unusual past. In rural Fuzhou, before they emigrated, they frequented The Workers' Cinema: a theatre where gay men cruised for love. While classic war films played, Old Second and his fellow countrymen found intimacy in the privacy of the Workers' Cinema's screening rooms. Elsewhere, in the box office, Bao Mei sold movie tickets to closeted men - guarding their secrets and finding her own happiness with the projectionist.

Eva looked out of the window of the charmingly crumbling guest house and thought she might be sick. She could see Frank lying on the grass in last night's clothes - it wasn't clear whether he was conscious or not. Her husband, Shay, was in bed. She loved him, of course she did, just right now the person she most wanted to see was Connor. She didn't want to think about what had happened to Bea or how Lizzie was feeling.

Johnny was my first. I was seventeen and I was only brave enough to talk to him after I'd had three vodkas. He was only brave enough to kiss me when no-one else was around. Dave was different. We didn't go out or see friends. We were each other's world. Dave was all I needed. We were toxic before it became fashionable. Kyle was my best friend. And that was the problem. Or at least that's what he said was the problem.