“Under The Never Sky” by Veronica Rossi, “KBL: Kill Bin Laden” by John Weisman, “Ninth” is a Jack Reacher, and “Lassiter” by Paul Levine
The best Christmas-Holiday/insert your favorite politically correct celebration held in December here—gift you can get for…
“The Goliath Bone” by Mickey Spillane and Max Allan Collins, “Money Shot” by Christa Faust, and “Swan Peak” by James Lee Burke
Last month Grit-Lit was invited to attend Bouchercon (sounds like voucher) a huge gathering of mystery…
“Feed” by Mira Grant, “Absolute Risk” by Steven Gore, and “Worth Dying For” by Lee Child
Sometimes a book appears from the ether, or in this case, the Ethernet, recommended as something…
“The Affair” by Lee Child, “Ashes” by Ilsa J. Bick, “The Ares Decision” by Kyle Mills, and “The Saint of Florenville” by Alfred J. Garrotto,
It’s tough people month at Grit-Lit. Jack Reacher, Court Gentry, Covert One’s Jon Smith, newcomers Alex…
“The Queen of Patpong” and “Judgment and Wrath” by William Morrow
There big fall event for fans of mysteries, detective novels and gritty thrillers Bouchercon By The…
Lee Child and Reacher – Back and Better Than Ever!
Today, Grit-Lit announces our first text message inspired award. The IURSUPTPFT (If U R Saving Ur Pennies Then Plan For This) award.
This is where we briefly cover outstanding books that are coming out pretty darn soon.
Here are the IURSUPPFT books for this month.
In bookstores this May, “61 Hours” by Lee Child. (Delacorte, $28, 383 pages. Hard cover.) www.leechild.com.
“Hell’s Bay” by James W. Hall
“Hell’s Bay” by James W. Hall (St. Martin’s Minotaur, $24.95, 3068 pages, www.minotaurbooks.com) Hall’s lead character,…
“Nothing To Lose” by Lee Child
“Nothing To Lose” by Lee Child (Delacorte Press, $27.00, 407 pages, www.leechild.com) Grit-lit’s favorite tough guy…
“Plum Lovin’!” by Janet Evanovich
“Plum Lovin’!” by Janet Evanovich (St. Martin’s Paperbacks, $6.99, 275 pages, www.evanovich.com) Heroine, Stephanie Plum is…
“Real Men Do Yoga” by John Capouya
It’s March. Our New Year’s resolutions lie, littered around our recliner like Corona’s on Cinco de…