Gregg Hurwitz writes edge of the seat, hard to put down thrillers. Wonderfully plotted that carry you along no matter how implausible the eventual outcome is. I'd recommend them to anyone. Some readers who prefer a more florid approach to literature might struggle with Mr Hurwitz style. More is d...
I don't read a lot of suspense/thriller types of books. I used to read Joy Fielding and Mary Higgins Clark back in the day, followed by Dean Koontz and Jonathan Kellerman but have since veered away from the genre.Overall, I liked this book. I was very intrigued during the first quarter to third...
Murder. Corporate espionage. Hollywood. Environmental concerns. Unbridled action. How could this novel go wrong? It’s chockfull of everything that a reader of thrillers could ever want. And it delivers! They Were Watching, Gregg Hurwitz’s story of screenwriter Patrick Davis, whose encounter with ...
With a likeable and relatable lead character, intriguing use of modern technology in surveillance and technology, and an unexpected climax, I can say I doubt many would be disappointed in this read. A refreshing detour from the psychopath inspired thrillers, Or She Dies is a true conspiracy novel...
Worum geht es in diesem vierten Band um den US Marshal Tim Rackley, der nicht immer streng nach Vorschrift arbeitet?Um einen Pharmakonzern und dessen Genforschungen, einen kleinen Jungen, der Hilfe von diesem Konzern bräuchte und um einen Exmarine, der straffällig wurde und aus dem Gefängnis ausg...
Someone is stalking the UCLA Medical Center -- a depraved madman who is preying upon the staff, particularly those who are young and female. No stranger to the terrible ravages of senseless violence, E.R. Chief Dr. David Spier must keep the emergency room running smoothly and efficiently, even as...
This book has several endorsements on the back, saying how much it sucks you in, refuses to let you go, and makes you want to stay up all night reading it. They're not wrong. I didn't stay up all night or anything, but I did find myself finding opportunities to get some reading in when I don't no...
I’ve become a huge fan of Gregg Hurwitz. So far I’ve only read more recent work so I decided to start the Tim Rackley series that the author started in 2004. Well, let me just say that I haven’t been so emotionally disturbed by a story in a long time. The heinous murder of their 7-year old daught...
A crime writer finds himself entangled in his own gruesome mystery in this fast-paced psychological thriller Drew Danner, a crime novelist with a house off L.A.’s storied Mulholland Drive, awakens in a hospital bed with a scar on his head and no memory of being found convulsing over his ex- fian...
A psychotic killer escapes from a maximum security facility and a troubled ex FBI agent is called in to track him and bring him to justice. With this premise author Gregg Hurwitz has created a very fast paced and disturbing first novel. Using graphic violence and an over the top macho cop this bo...
You there? Look, I’m sorry to tell you through the door, but the next death threat? It’s directed at me. The deadline’s Thanksgiving at midnight. Leo is safing the entire house now with SFPD—they want to check everything because of how it went down with Molly Clarke. They’re starting on the groun...
Katrin slept fitfully, stirring in the throes of an unpleasant dream. She had plenty of reason to be unnerved. He was unnerved himself, and this was not a sensation he was accustomed to experiencing. He was used to missing puzzle pieces, equations that didn’t add up in full, but something was mor...
Dialing his cell phone, Nate urged the cabdriver to step on it. The house was mercifully close, mere miles from the Federal Building. As they screeched onto Montana Boulevard, Janie finally picked up. “Nate? What happened? How’d it go?” “Good and bad I’ll explain later any sign of Pavlo’s men?” T...
Gathering his nerve now, he leaned out over the raging water, grasping the hand trolley. He stared past his white knuckles at the dense foliage over on the bad man’s side of the river, drew in a deep inhale, and leapt. He rocketed along the line, eyes watering, spray flicking up to catch his legs...
Chapter 27 My windows were locked, the front door dead-bolted, the blinds closed. Spread on my sliced mattress was the shrapnel from whatever had sailed in and exploded my life. A black-and-white photograph of Frank pointing with his mess-hall fork, Charlie turning to listen from one table over. ...
Mike had parked the Camry at the edge of the lot, its shattered window cleaned up. It sported license plates he’d swapped out with a Jetta. In the video arcade, he got forty bucks of quarters and set up at the pay phone in the back while Kat played games in the nearest ais...
The blue tint of the fluorescents and her position--supine, elevated, focal--gave the scene a religious aspect. A fat needle stuck out an inch below her left clavicle, and a web of blackening blood glittered on her side. Her brilliant green eyes were cloudy, or maybe it was just the lighting. Tim...