Introducing the Larkins, a family with a deserved place in popular mythology.
Here tey come, in the first of their hilarious rural adventures, crashing their way through the English countryside in the wake of Pop, the quick-eyed, golden-hearted junk dealer, and Ma, with a mouth full of crisps and a laugh like jelly.

Compared with bony Miss Garfield, his new nanny, Gilly, was a welcome vision of youth.
Left behind by his uncaring father in the decaying house, James had hoped that Gilly would enter his imaginary world and meet his 'mates', Mr Pimm and Mr Monday.
The only trouble was that Gilly appeared more interested in playing games with the good-looking Mr Ainsworth - games that did not include him.
James wasn't to know that one of the gamblers was playing for the biggest stake of all.

Beneath a sky the colour of sapphires and the sinister moonlight, a gentleman in evening dress is discovered slumped in the stocks on the village green - he is dead. Superintendent Hannasyde's consummate powers of detection and solicitor Giles Carrington's amateur sleuthing are tested to their limits as they grapple with the Vereker family - a group of outrageously eccentric and corrupt suspects.

Strange things have been happening at the Knightsbridge School of English. One teacher has met a suspicious death and another has been attacked, apparently a random mugging. Are the two events connected? Ex-civil servant Robert Amiss unwillingly agrees to be the CID's mole at the school. His reluctance is soon justified. Rechristened 'Bob' by his dubious new employers, Amiss is forced to adopt the persona of cad-about-town and play escort to a group of obnoxious foreign students absorbed solely in the pursuit of pleasure. But then another 'accidental' death hits the school. Something very nasty is going on....and Amiss gets drawn into the thick of it.

It was a corpse, disfigured and unrecognisable. The sexton found it, and appropriately it was in the churchyard. When 'The Nine Tailors' was first published, The Sunday Times said,'It is more than a mere detective story: it is a really good novel of astonishing virtuosity.'

Strange Affair': When Alan Banks receives a disturbing message from his brother, he abandons the peaceful Yorkshire Dales for the bright lights of London, to seek him out. But Roy seems to have vanished into thin air..... 'Playing with Fire': In the early hours of a cold January morning, two narrow boats catch fire on the dead-end stretch of the Eastvale Canal. When signs of accelerant are found at the scene, DCI Banks and DI Annie Cabot are summoned. But by the time they arrive only the smouldering wreckage is left, and human remains have been found on both boats...........

Silvermeadow, the glossy huge new shopping mall on the outskirts of London, is not what it seems. A young woman is found dead, wrapped in plastic, apparently crushed in the rubbish compactor; the most vicious bank robber wanted in England has just been seen there; and a homeless boy is also discovered dead in bizarre circumstances. Dark secrets are being kept hidden in the depths of the supermall. And for Detective Chief Inspector David Brock and Detective Sergeant Kathy Kolla of Scotland Yard, there are too many dead ends in their most frustrating and dangerous investigation yet

Jemima Shore feels she has better things to work on than a programme on the 'Golden Kids' at Oxford University. But when a startling confidence leads her to the handsome, disreputable and overprivileged Lord Saffron, at the heart of the closed world of Oxford Society, she soon changes her mind. For Saffron is not what he seems. And as her investigations probe deeper, Jemima finds that this elitist world is thick with sinister intrigue, envy and death. Someone is after Saffron's blood - and Jemima's too

Hercule Poirot finds it disagreeable to have to take his aperitif outside on a wind-swept autumn day. He dislikes even more the staged drama of a young man lying artistically at the pool edge, the middle-aged woman with a revolver, and the red paint dripping into the water. This was not the entertainment for lunch at an English country house......especially when the careful display was ruined. Poirot was looking at a man who, if not dead, was at least dying....

Jake Arnott's He Kills Coppers opens in August 1966 when the feel-good factor is running high as England enjoys World Cup victory and a seemingly endless summer. But the sunshine brings some nasty creatures out, and the brutal slaying of three policemen in a west London street sends shockwaves right to the heart of the nation. For three men, the killing is more than a front-page outrage. For Billy Porter, a war-time hero turned petty thief, it's a plan that went fatally wrong. For Frank Taylor, a Detective Sergeant trying to climb the Met's career ladder without resorting to corruption, it's a bereavement--the loss of a loyal comrade which must be avenged. For Tony Meehan, cub reporter on the Sunday Illustrated, it's nothing more than a fortuitous scoop that assures him his job. But reporting the crime awakens sinister urges that he's unable to resist and soon Meehan is creating his own news. Three men who've never met; three lives inextricably linked, in a chain of events that changed history.