I am as clueless as Papa Cantella when it comes to the subject of economy. But does it stop me from enjoying this Wall Street thriller? Absolutely not. In fact, I found this book a bit educational as the author slipped in some explanation for terms and situations, making it an easy read for someo...
Ryan James was a baseball player for a minor league team in Rhode Island. His wife was killed in a car accident that the authorities believed was caused by a drunk driver who left the scene. His small daughter was a passenger and remained unhurt. The story takes place three years later. James...
By the author of the bestselling The Pardon, this fast-paced novel teams a resourceful FBI agent and an embattled journalist in a hunt for two men -- a serial killer and his elusive informant. When an informer chooses Miami Tribune crime reporter Michael Posten as his conduit, giving him informa...
If you say that a good psychological thriller is filled with suspense and keeps you guessing until the end, then I would say that Lying With Strangers by James Grippando is that and a whole lot more. Peyton Shields is a first year’s resident at a Children’s hospital. Kevin Shields is a law...
Miami attorney Jack Swyteck is involved in the most explosive criminal trial of his career -- a case that starts with a murder on a military base and concludes with a shocking surprise that will change Jack's life forever. A beautiful woman comes to see Jack and begs him to represent her. She sa...
James Grippando, Under Cover of Darkness (Avon, 2000)Boy, does this novel start out wonderfully. A workaholic lawyer discovers his wife has gone missing. A local FBI agent with an eye towards the serial killers' profiling unit is given the job of liaison between the branch office and the rep from...
The story is based upon an interesting premise of two people receiving large sums of money, without a return address. These two people, Ryan and Amy, are complete strangers. They are determined to find out where the money came from. They stop at nothing, not caring if lives are lost in the proces...
I took James Patterson's advice and read this as my first Grippando book and I wasn't disappointed. A main character, Swyteck, who is a lawyer by profession but not a legal thriller in the real sense. The plot does not revolve around a legal case and is devoid of any courtroom drama. Rather, it i...
Beyond BadI read up to page 123, then decided life is too short.I wonder if the ending does indeed redeem itself, but then I figured it can’t possibly.This is yet another story about a beautiful young woman found dead in a man’s bathtub. I think the world already has enough of those stories, so i...
Definitely a thriller and one that I could hardly put down. The ending totally ruined everything going for the book. Here are all my gripes.1. Formatting was off. Typos galore. Words were changed all over the place. Not sure if it was due to bad editing or a bad job of transferring the book ...
A divorced lady who daughter is murdered five years ago contacted a contract killer in a bar. She wants his professional services. Contract killer asked her to whom she wanted to kill. She told the contract killer that she wanted to kill herself. After some days the lady was killed at red light o...
Ryan Coolidge hates middle school and is in the worst kind of trouble-trouble with the law. The one person who can help Ryan is a mysterious old lawyer named Hezekiah. Hezekiah may have magical powers, or he may have the most elaborate computerized law library ever conceived. Either way, together...
He didn’t get far.Oil.It was coming ashore. Not in quantities large enough for Jack to see birds floundering and beaches blackened. But to the south, toward Truman Annex, disaster relief was under way. Cleanup crews were moving into position, ready to rake and scrub the shoreline, workers on the ...
She sounded sincere, and Jack wanted to believe her. But somehow he couldn’t help wondering if she was speaking from the heart or saying what she thought he wanted to hear. Theo’s telephone rang. It was across the room on the countertop, and the answering machine picked up.Theo liked to screen hi...
Or was it a different one? Lilly wasn’t sure. They all looked alike. On any given workday, thousands of limos must have cruised down broadway in the financial district. That call from her source was making her paranoid. Or maybe she was just more alert. No, this was definitely paranoia. &nb...
The audio was fed to her through a small speaker. A one-way mirror allowed her to see all without being seen. Harley had been working hard on the younger one—the one who had seemed most determined to steal Allison’s suitcase. The teenager was seated in a folding chair, slouching irreverently in t...
It's someone else." Every now and then, Theo raised a legal issue that made Jack realize why his prison mates had called him "Chief Brief." Jack said, "It's a gray area." Theo checked out Jack's hair at the temples, searching for a pun, and for a brief instant another "forty" joke seemed imminent...
Alone. Closing time at Night Moves was five a.m., but it wasn’t unusual for Pinky to find an empty bed in one of the private cabanas and sleep till noon on Saturday. It was a perk of being one of the club’s “Select Gentlemen,” a handful of members with “special talents” who weren’t required to ha...
He found her at baggage claim. “I missed you,” said Andie as they locked in a tight embrace. Sunday evening at MIA at the height of tourist season was like the running of the bulls in Pamplona, complete with the trampling of stragglers and the gorin...
The hospital’s main-floor cafeteria was crowded, no privacy, so they met in the friends-and-relatives lounge on the ICU floor. It was a depressing room with one window, forest-green walls, and black pleather chairs. The darkness was by design, so that visitors on night watch for a loved one in th...
MY T-shirt was ripped, but someone had cleaned the goo from my chest. Instinctively, I reached for my cell, but it was gone. I started to get up, then stopped.Whoa, my head.I moved slowly. Whatever Burn’s men had injected into my leg was still in my system, but I fought through it. I rose up on o...
M., two hours before my flight.Even if I'd known how to contact the kidnappers, I wouldn't have dared to reschedule our first meeting. I'd done my homework, I was prepared psychologically, and logistically everything was set. With or without insurance, I was going to BogotA. End of story.I'd repr...