New Irish Fiction

1950s Dublin, in a lock-up garage in the city the body of a young woman is discovered in her car, an apparent suicide. The victim's sister, a newspaper reporter from London, returns to Dublin to join the two men in their quest to uncover the truth as it transpires she had been pursuing a thesis on the history of Jews in Ireland.

From the revered Booker Prize-winning author comes a playful, multilayered novel of nostalgia, life and death, and quantum theory, which opens with the return of one of his most celebrated characters as he is released from prison.

The sumptuous, propulsive, sun-kissed follow up to the bestselling Snow, from the Booker Prize winning author 'He wanted to know who she was, and why he was convinced he had some unremembered connection with her.

Wexford family seat of the aristocratic, secretive Osborne family - Detective Inspector St. John Strafford is called in from Dublin to investigate. But, as the snow continues to fall over this ever-expanding mystery, the people of Ballyglass are equally determined to keep their secrets.

**AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER NOW** 'Addictive.' DAILY TELEGRAPH 'Hypnotic.' SUNDAY BUSINESS POST 'Crime writing of the highest quality.' DAILY MAIL 'Atmospheric and sinister with simmering tension .

EVERYTHING YOU NEVER EXPECTED. Escaping New York for the beautiful Irish Isle seemed the best way to escape the past for NYPD detective Joe Lucchesi and his family. But following the death of a girl in the local village, Joe soon finds out that the killer is closer to his past than he would care to remember.

In The Sunday Times bestselling novel 'Darkhouse', Alex Barclay took you on a terrifying excursion to hell and back. In 'The Caller', she leaves you stranded there...

'Gripping, stylish, convincing' Sunday Times They won't all live to tell the tale...

A collection that takes us to Glanbeigh, a small town in rural Ireland - a town in which the youth have the run of the place. Boy racers speed down the back lanes; couples haunt the midnight woods; young skins huddle in the cold once The Peacock has closed its doors. Here the young live hard. It matters whose sister you were seen with.