SHE WAS YOUNG, BEAUTIFUL, AND DEAD! Jake Danser has it all: a beautiful wife, a house in the California hills, a high-profile job as a forensic psychologist. But he’s also got a mistress. And when Jake’s mistress is found strangled to death with his necktie, it’s up to him to prove he didn’t do ...
CHASING THE DRAGON (Unlicensed-San Francisco-Cont) – OkDomenic Stansberry – 6th bookSt. Martin’s Minotaur, 2004- HardcoverDante Mancuso, forced out after seven years with the San Francisco police, as been working around the world for “The Company.” They’ve now sent him back to San Francisco jus...
Edgar Award--winning author Domenic Stansberry is known for his intensity---his dark thrillers, thick with suspense, in which the differences between good and evil are not so easy to decipher. The Big Boom is just such a novel: set in San Francisco, at the peak of the high-tech frenzy, just befor...
Domenic Stansberry's award-winning novel tells the story of Niccolo Jones, a broken-down man plagued by his obsession with his brother Joe's ex-wife Marie. Set in the old Italian neighborhood of North Beach in San Francisco, the novel flashes back and forth between their childhood days in the 195...
The publication of The Last Days of II Duce brought new fans to Stansberry and his mastery of classic noir. Now Stansberry turns to the seamy streets of Los Angeles in 1971.Aging pulp novelist Jim Thompson is drinking away the end of his days in Hollywood bars. Then, hired to write a script about...
This 1987 crime classic, now in paperback for the first time, brings to light the gritty underside of minor league baseball in a way that few books have, in any genre. Nominated for an Edgar Allan Poe Award in the year it was published, the reputation of this novel has only increased over the yea...
I know, of course, the latest research suggesting evil originates in a particular part of the brain. Near the hippocampus, some say, beneath the memory center, in the old lizard part of the mind. In a neurological space where everything we pretend to be, ail our mores, disappear like stray though...
His dream of the old man and the fire was far away; his head hurt, and he drifted in and out of consciousness. He had been drugged hard, so he kept falling back to sleep, the pain ringing in his bones—his skull, his cheeks, his jaw—each time he woke. When he touched his face, he found a bandage t...
A millions hands. A million feet. Yet no one saw him. Or seemed to see. Their eyes rolled over the produce. Hands touched and squeezed. The old ones in their shapeless clothes, their two-dollar shoes, they stepped aside, but they did not see him, white ghost, all but invisible. They had learned t...
The cottage was farther on, in Tomales. Though it was out of her territory—up the coast, in a market she did not know—Marilyn had nonetheless agreed to go take a look. He wanted to sell the place, he said. He never got out here anymore, and he had too much to look after. Usually, in situations su...