The president rushes across the South Lawn through a pounding thunderstorm to Marine One to fly to Camp David late at night. His advisers plead with him not to fly, but he insists. He has arranged a meeting that only three people in his administration know about. After fighting its way through the brutal thunderstorm on the way to Camp David, Marine One crashes into a ravine in Maryland, killing all aboard.

The government blames the European manufacturer of the helicopter and accuses them of killing the president. Senate Investigations and Justice Department accusations multiply as Mike Nolan, a Marine Corps reserve helicopter pilot and trial attorney in civilian life, is hired to defend the company from the criminal investigations, then from a wrongful death lawsuit brought by the most notorious lawyer in America on behalf of the First Lady. Nolan knows that to prevail in the firestorm against his client, he has to find out what really caused Marine One to crash, and why the president threw caution aside to go to a meeting no one seems to know about. To clear his client, Nolan must win the highest-profile trial of the last hundred years with very little working for him, and everything working against him.

Marine One expertly mixes political intrigue with courtroom drama and fast-paced action in the most exciting thriller of the year.

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SUMMARY: Those stories you hear? The ones about things that only come out at night? Things that feed on blood, feed on us? Got news for you: they’re true. Only it’s not like the movies or old man Stoker’s storybook. It’s worse. Especially if you happen to be one of them. Just ask Joe Pitt.There’s a shambler on the loose. Some fool who got himself infected with a flesh-eating bacteria is lurching around, trying to munch on folks’ brains. Joe hates shamblers, but he’s still the one who has to deal with them. That’s just the kind of life he has. Except afterlife might be better word.From the Battery to the Bronx, and from river to river, Manhattan is crawling with Vampyres. Joe is one of them, and he’s not happy about it. Yeah, he gets to be stronger and faster than you, and he’s tough as nails and hard to kill. But spending his nights trying to score a pint of blood to feed the Vyrus that’s eating at him isn’t his idea of a good time. And Joe doesn’t make it any easier on himself. Going his own way, refusing to ally with the Clans that run the undead underside of Manhattan–it ain’t easy. It’s worse once he gets mixed up with the Coalition–the city’s most powerful Clan–and finds himself searching for a poor little rich girl who’s gone missing in Alphabet City.Now the Coalition and the girl’s high-society parents are breathing down his neck, anarchist Vampyres are pushing him around, and a crazy Vampyre cult is stalking him. No time to complain, though. Got to find that girl and kill that shambler before the whip comes down . . . and before the sun comes up.

SUMMARY: “[Charlie Huston’s] action scenes are unparalleled in crime fiction and his dialogue is so hip and dead-on that Elmore Leonard should be getting nervous.”–Publishers Weekly (starred review), on Half the Blood of BrooklynIt’s like this: a series of bullet-riddled bad breaks has seen rogue Vampyre and terminal tough guy Joe Pitt go from PI for hire to Clan-connected enforcer to dead man walking in a New York minute. And after burning all his bridges, the only one left to cross leads to the Bronx, where Joe’s brass knuckles and straight razor can’t keep him from running afoul of a sadistic old bloodsucker with a bad bark and a worse bite. Even if every Clan in Manhattan is hollering for Joe’s head on a stick, it’s got to be better than trying to survive in the outer-borough wilderness.So it’s a no-brainer when Clan boss Dexter Predo comes looking to make a deal. All Joe has to do to win back breathing privileges on his old turf is infiltrate an upstart Clan whose plan to cure the Vyrus could expose the secret Vampyre world to mortal eyes and set off a panic-driven massacre. Not cool. But Joe’s all over it. To save the Undead future, he just has to wade neck-deep through all the archenemies, former friends, and assorted heavy hitters he’s crossed in the past. No sweat? Maybe not, but definitely more blood than he’s ever seen or hungered for. And maybe even some tears–over the horror and heartbreaking truth about the evil men do no matter who or what they are.Praise for Charlie Huston and his Joe Pitt novels“In conceiving his world (a New York City divided by vampire clans, each with different reasons to hate Pitt), Huston gives a fading genre a fresh afterlife. [Grade:] A.”–Entertainment Weekly “[Huston] creates a world that is at once supernatural and totally familiar, imaginative, and utterly convincing.”–The Philadelphia Inquirer

SUMMARY: “One of the most remarkable prose stylists to emerge from the noir tradition in this century.”–Stephen King“Hard-boiled horror, pulp noir vampires, decaying urban souls– you’re gonna need a shower after this one. . . . [Huston] kicks down the door of horror.”–Fangoria, on Already DeadThere’s only so much room on the Island, only so much blood, and Manhattan’s Vampyre Clans aren’t interested in sharing. So when the Vyrus-infected dregs of New York’s outer boroughs start creeping across the bridges and through the tunnels, the Clans want to know why. Bad luck for PI and general hard case Joe Pitt. See, Joe used to be a Rogue, used to work off his own dime, picked his own gigs, but tight times and a terminally ill girlfriend pushed him into the arms of the renegade Society Clan. Now he has all the cash and blood he needs, but at a steep price. The price tonight is crossing the bridge, rolling to Coney Island, finding the Freak Clan, and figuring out what’s driving that bunch of savages to scratch at the Society’s door. No need to look far. The answer lies around the corner in Gravesend. Convenient, all those graves.From uptown to the boardwalk, war drums are beating. Murderous family feuds and personal grudges are being drawn and brandished, along with the long knives. Blood will spill and, big surprise, Joe’s in the middle. But hey, why should this night be different from any other?Sunset to sunrise: put off a war, keep your head attached to your neck, and save your girl. Check. Joe’s on the case. Praise for Charlie Huston and his Joe Pitt novels“In conceiving his world (a New York City divided by vampire clans, each with different reasons to hate Pitt), Huston gives a fading genre a fresh afterlife. [Grade:] A.”–Entertainment Weekly “[Huston] creates a world that is at once supernatural and totally familiar, imaginative, and utterly convincing.”–The Philadelphia Inquirer

SUMMARY: Nobody lives forever ... not even a Vampyre. Just ask Joe Pitt. After exposing the secret source of blood for half of Manhattan's Vampyres, he's definitely a dead man walking. He's been a punching bag and a bullet magnet for every Vampyre Clan in Manhattan, Brooklyn, and the Bronx, not to mention a private eye, an enforcer, an exile, and a vigilante, but now he's just a target with legs.For a year he's sloshed around the subway tunnels and sewers, tapping the veins of the lost, while above ground a Vampyre civil war threatens to drag the Clans into the sunlight once and for all. What's it gonna take to dig him up? Just the search for a missing girl who's carrying a baby that just might be the destiny of Vampyre-kind. Not that Joe cares all that much about destiny and such. What he cares about is that his ex-girl Evie wants him to take the gig. What's the risk? Another turn playing pigeon in a shooting gallery. What's the reward? Maybe one shot of his own. What's he aiming for? Nothing much. Just all the evil at the heart of his world.

SUMMARY: Joe Pitt’s life sucks. He hasn’t had a case or a job in God knows how long and his stashes are running on empty. What stashes? The only ones that count to a guy like Joe: blood and money. The money he uses to buy blood; the blood he drinks. Hey, buddy, it’s that or your neck–you want to choose? The only way to lay his hands on both is to take a gig with the local Vampyre Clan. See, something new is on the streets, a new high, a high so strong it can send a Vampyre spazzing through Joe’s local watering hole. Till Joe sends him through a plate-glass window, that is. So it’s time for Joe to gut up and swallow that pride and follow the leads wherever they go. It won’t be long before he’s slapping stoolies, getting sapped, and being taken for a ride above 110th Street. Someone’s pulling Joe’s strings, and now he’s riding the A train, looking to find who it is. He’s gonna cut them when he finds them–the strings and the hands that hold them.

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Amazon Exclusive: Barry Eisler Reviews *Sleepless*

Barry Eisler spent three years in a covert position with the CIA’s Directorate of Operations, then worked as a technology lawyer and startup executive in Silicon Valley and Japan. Eisler’s bestselling thrillers have won the Barry Award and the Gumshoe Award for Best Thriller of the Year, have been included in numerous "Best of" lists, and have been translated into nearly 20 languages. The first book in Eisler’s John Rain series, Rain Fall, has been made into a movie starring Gary Oldman. Read his exclusive Amazon guest review of Sleepless:

One of the great things about Charlie Huston is the way he sneaks up on you. You think The Shotgun Rule is about teen gangs and the consequences of crime--and gradually realize that on a deeper level it's about fathers and sons and reconciliation with the past. You think The Mystic Arts of Erasing All Signs of Death is about the quirky crews who clean blood and brain matter from the furniture and rugs when someone prematurely shuffles off this mortal coil--and you start to see it's really about healing the wounds within. And you think Sleepless is about zombies, and a dystopian Los Angeles that's as real as tomorrow, and horribly believable government/corporate conspiracies, and a stylish and awesomely capable assassin--and you realize when you finish (tears in your eyes, in my case), that it's really about the unlikely human bonds that transcend shock and horror and trauma.

There are so many things I loved about this book. That sly Huston humor, lurking just beneath the tilted and terrifying zombified world he depicts, is one:

"Movies themselves had not stopped shooting. Certainly production had been scaled back, and more than one studio had gone under or, more accurately, been consumed whole by somewhat heartier competitors, but even as energy costs spiked, even as all cities, most suburbs, and many rural areas, experienced outbreaks of organized violence, even as the standing army was deployed with obvious permanence to the oil fields in Alaska, Iraq, Iran, Venezuela, and Brazil, even as the draft was reinstated and the gears of the economy audibly snapped their teeth and ground to a squealing halt, even as the drought extended and crops withered, even as the ice caps melted and coastal waters rose, people still liked a good picture."

And Charlie isn't only skilled with the broad brush. His grace notes, the little asides that animate the larger images and characters and themes, are legion. It felt so right that sufferers from the sleepless disease call the non-afflicted "snorers"... and there's Vinnie the Fish, the ex-criminal and current open-air seafood restauranteur who believes the height of dining elegance is a meal served with a real fork, not a spork... and the lethally poised Lady Chizu's carefully arranged collection of typewriters "upon which suicide notes were written. And not another word, after."

Some of what's in the book felt so real I had to Google it to know more. A role-playing game called Chasm Tide. The etiology of Fatal Familial Insomnia and the sleepless prion. I won't tell you what I found, but I was all the more impressed.

I could go on, but I'm running out of room. So let me just note again the aforementioned assassin, Jasper. If you've read my Rain books, you know I like assassins possessed of style, exceptional lethality, and unusual self-awareness. Jasper has all that, and more. He's the best fictional assassin I've come across in a long time: believable, fascinating, ruthless. A joy to spend time with, as is the book itself.

The characters, the vision, the atmosphere... long after the final page surrenders the last of the story's surprising and utterly satisfying secrets, Sleepless will stay with you. It's Charlie's best yet--his most ambitious, his most engrossing, his most affecting. A strong statement, you'll agree, if you've read his other terrific stories. But see for yourself--and prepare to be wowed. --Barry Eisler

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From Publishers Weekly

In Huston's impressive, challenging thriller set in a postapocalyptic Los Angeles, a devastating illness renders the afflicted unable to sleep. In about a year, those with SLP (as the sleepless illness is known) deteriorate and die. Amid the city's rampant violence and lawlessness, LAPD cop Parker Park Haas tries to persuade himself that a future exists for his newborn daughter. As the outside world becomes increasingly dangerous, Park pursues an undercover investigation that takes him deep into the milieu of an online game called Chasm Tide, into which many people have retreated. As in the author's Joe Pitt vampire series (My Dead Body, etc.), this book has at its heart a love story: Park's wife is dying from SLP, and Park begins to fear he may be getting it, too. Can the mysterious mercenary known only as Jasper help? Some fans of Huston's crime fiction may not be comfortable with a novel that itself resembles a role-playing game, but it will gain him a whole new readership. (Jan.)
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New York ist fest in der Hand der Untoten. Doch unter den Vampirclans tobt ein unerbittlicher Machtkampf. Privatdetektiv Joe Pitt, der selbst auf der Suche nach frischem Blut ist, gerät zwischen die Fronten eines mörderischen Krieges. Eine atemlose Hetzjagd nimmt ihren Lauf. 

Privatdetektiv Joe Pitt steht seit einem Jahr in den Diensten von Terry Bird und seinem Clan, der Society. Als Mann fürs Grobe beseitigt er für Terry unliebsame Konkurrenten. Doch irgendetwas scheint sich in der Unterwelt von New York zusammenzubrauen und auch auf Manhattan überzugreifen. Die Spur führt nach Brooklyn …

Nach einem Jahr in der Bronx erhält Privatdetektiv Joe Pitt einen neuen Auftrag, den er nicht ablehnen kann: Er soll als Informant zwischen den verfeindeten New Yorker Vampirclans vermitteln. Dabei macht er sich auch auf die Suche nach seiner großen Liebe Evie, die in Manhattan untergetaucht sein soll. Bei seiner Odyssee durch das Reich der Untoten kommt er dem großen Geheimnis der Vampirwelt auf die Spur.



(source: Bol.de)

Nachdem Joe Pitt einen Krieg der großen Vampirclans angezettelt hat, wurde er zum meistgesuchten Blutsauger New Yorks. Ein Jahr verbringt er auf der Flucht vor seinen Widersachern in der Kanalisation und sinnt auf Rache – dann ist seine Zeit gekommen. Um seiner großen Liebe Evie willen wirft er sich noch einmal in die Schlacht. Er wird nicht ruhen, bis auch wirklich alle – ob untot oder nicht – unter der Erde sind.