Ergebnis für "Dubliner" in Krimis & Thriller

Wer bringt ein kleines Mädchen um und bahrt es auf dem Opferaltar einer Ausgrabungsstätte auf...

Als ihn das erste Mal jemand umbringen wollte, war es ein Zufall. Das zweite Mal war volle Absicht. Jetzt ist Paul Mulchrone auf der Flucht vor Leuten, die er nicht kennt und von denen er nicht weiß, warum sie ihn töten wollen. Seine einzigen Verbündeten sind eine Krankenpflegerin, die definitiv zu viele Krimis gelesen hat und Paul mit gefährlichem Halbwissen berät, und ein abtrünniger Kommissar mit einem ungesunden Hang zu Alkohol und roher Gewalt.

Bunny McGarry is back – and he’d really like a nice holiday. Somewhere with hot weather and cold drinks that come with little umbrellas for reasons he never understood. A certain nun has other ideas though and instead, he finds himself dispatched to London to find Sean Malone, a runaway teenager who doesn’t know his mother hasn’t got long left to live. The only leads Bunny has are a last-known address for the deadbeat dad Sean had gone in search of, and some letters the teenager had sent to his mum, one of which included a picture of him with the current heavyweight champion of the world.

Dublin ächzt unter einer historischen Hitzewelle, und auch sonst ist die Stimmung auf dem Siedepunkt, denn ein brutales Killerkommando hat es auf die Profiteure der irischen Wirtschaftskrise abgesehen. Derweil hat Paul Mulchrone ganz andere Sorgen: Kaum hat er seine eigene Detektei gegründet, steht er schon ohne seine Partner da.

Als die junge Polizistin Cassie Maddox in ein verfallenes Cottage außerhalb von Dublin gerufen wird, schaut sie ins Gesicht des Todes wie in einen Spiegel...

Als ihn das erste Mal jemand umbringen wollte, war es ein Zufall. Das zweite Mal war volle Absicht. Jetzt ist Paul Mulchrone auf der Flucht vor Leuten, die er nicht kennt und von denen er nicht weiß, warum sie ihn töten wollen. Seine einzigen Verbündeten sind eine Krankenpflegerin, die definitiv zu viele Krimis gelesen hat und Paul mit gefährlichem Halbwissen berät, und ein abtrünniger Kommissar mit einem ungesunden Hang zu Alkohol und roher Gewalt. Gemeinsam müssen sie das berüchtigtste Verbrechen in der Geschichte Irlands lösen - ansonsten sind sie bald selbst nur noch Geschichte.

Frank Mackey, Undercover-Ermittler, hat seine Familie seit 22 Jahren nicht gesehen. Er wollte der Armut seines Viertels für immer entfliehen...

In L.A., a star-studded movie premiere descends into chaos when a shooter opens fire on the crowd. The culprit escapes and boards a plane to Dublin, Ireland. Jack Morgan, the head of the world’s largest private detective agency, is at the premiere and his partner Justine is badly wounded in the shooting. Following the gunman to Dublin, Jack soon realises that this is much bigger than a single shooter. What Jack thought was a random act of violence was actually a targeted attempt on his life.

Paul can't let an incident from his past go. When he finds out a rival detective agency played a key role in it, he drags MCM Investigations into a blood feud that they can't hope to win. Soon they're faced with the prospect of the company going out of business, and Brigit going out of her damn mind. When long-buried bodies are discovered in the Wicklow Mountains, Bunny's past starts closing in on him, too.

Grumpy bad-boy tattoo artist, Conor Mac Haol, doesn't trust anyone. Least of all the new girl apprenticing at his beloved Dublin Ink. She is way too pretty and way, way too young. Coming from a broken home, Aurnia has had to grow up faster than most girls. She doesn't need anyone telling her what to do. Least of all Conor, her new (very hot, very muscled, very tattooed, and very, very rude) boss who obviously hates her. But Aurnia's troubles remind Conor too much of his dark past. He becomes obsessed with keeping her safe. Keeping her protected.

Dublin is in the middle of a heat wave, and tempers are running high. The Celtic Tiger is well and truly dead, activists have taken over the headquarters of a failed bank, the trial of three unscrupulous property developers teeters on the brink of collapse, and in the midst of all this, along comes a mysterious organisation hell-bent on exacting bloody vengeance in the name of the little guy. Paul Mulchrone doesn’t care about any of this; he has problems of his own.

It’s the year 2000, and while Bunny McGarry is theoretically on sabbatical from the police, he just can’t help sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong. Rosie Flint is an old acquaintance of Bunny’s whose boyfriend mysteriously disappears off the face of the Earth. What starts out as a simple missing person’s case soon gets a whole lot more complicated when it emerges that the boyfriend is not who he claimed to be, and there are some rather sinister people showing an unhealthy interest in Rosie.

Still traumatised by her brush with a psychopath, Detective Cassie Maddox transfers out of the murder squad and starts a relationship with fellow detective Sam O'Neill. When he calls her to the scene of his new case, she is shocked to find that the murdered girl is her double. What's more, her ID shows she is Lexie Madison - the identity Cassie used years ago as an undercover detective.

For Detective Bunny McGarry, life is complicated, and it is about to get more so. It’s 1999 and his hard won reputation amongst Dublin’s criminal fraternity, for being a massive pain in the backside, is unfortunately shared by his bosses. His partner has a career-threatening gambling problem and, oh yeah, Bunny's finally been given a crack at the big time. He’s set the task of bringing down the most skilled and ruthless armed robbery gang in Irish history. So the last thing he needs in his life is yet another complication.

I can’t remember anymore if my grandfather’s eyes were blue or green, but I’ll never forget the way they wrinkled at the corners when he laughed at one of his own jokes. Or the way they sparkled with mischief when he told me tales about the magical creatures that dwelled in the forest behind his humble Irish sheep farm. As a child, I believed every fantastical word. But when he warned me about the mute boy who also lurked in those woods, the one the priest had declared to be the spawn of Satan himself, I refused to listen.

The Dublin Nights box set includes the contemporary romantic suspense titles, On the Edge and On the Line. On the Edge: From a horse farm in Kentucky to Dublin, Ireland - falling for her hot Irish boss is not part of the plan. Billionaire businessman by day, fighter by night...On the Line: On the day of Adam and Anna's wedding, she won't be there, and he'll lay everything on the line to get her back.

My name is Madelaine Moneta and I am a survivor. I fought my way up from the streets of Chicago to claim a spot at one of the top-tier criminal defense practices in the city, but when the looming shadow of the local mob threatens to engulf the firm, I make a life-altering decision. Carrying my mother’s ashes, I escape to Ireland, intent on starting anew in my mother’s homeland.

Bryan Quinn. Dublin Beast. Soulless criminal. Despised bastard. I protect my family, fight our battles, and uphold the Quinn legacy in Dublin’s brutal underworld. We have a code—the Quinn Laws—and while women are normally off-limits, Siobhan Daley betrayed us, acted on behalf of our enemy, and poisoned our father. She will pay for taking the life of someone I love—not that it’s the first time. But this time I have someone to hunt down. Someone to punish.

Antoinette Conway, the tough, abrasive detective from The Secret Place, is still on the Murder Squad, but only just. She's partnered up with Stephen Moran now, and that's going well - but the rest of her working life isn't. Antoinette doesn't play well with others, and there's a vicious running campaign in the squad to get rid of her.

He is the most feared man in Dublin, and his reputation is hard-earned. As the second born to the Quinn family, while my older brother, Tag, navigates the politics of running of our territory, I run our army. The Dublin Devils is the Quinn motorcycle club, and we are a powerful force. Roaring through the Dublin streets, I command both fear and respect from everyone north of the River Liffey—and from much of the McGuire territory to the south of the river as well. Not that Quinns go south of the river.