Buck Schirner

“…A ruthlessly efficient straight-arrow tale that’s a welcome change of pace for the Monkeewrench gang.” —Kirkus Reviews
Computer game company founders Grace MacBride and Annie Belinsky—along with Wisconsin deputy Sharon Mueller—are en route to Green Bay, following reports of a serial killer, when their car breaks down deep in the northern woods.
A short walk through the forest leads them...

A new cops-and-crooks computer game becomes a nightmare when someone starts duplicating the fictional murders in real life, and now the game's designer, Grace, and her oddball programmers must rethink their game to deduce the killer's next target.

Long and short of it--Barclay delivers on the hype. Fear the Worst starts with one of the better opening lines I've read in a while: "The morning of the day I lost her, my daughter asked me to scramble her some eggs." It's such a simple sentence, speaking of everyday domesticity. You can picture a father. You can picture a daughter. Yet you're already filled with dread. A bad thing has happened. And yeah, for the next four hundred pages, the bad thing...

"Ever hear the dead knocking?" Novelist Darell Brooke lived for his title as King of Suspense-until an auto accident left him unable to concentrate. Two years later, reclusive and bitter, he wants one thing: to plot a new novel and regain his reputation. Kaitlan Sering, his twenty-two-year-old granddaughter, once lived for drugs. After she stole from Darell, he cut her off. Now she's rebuilding her life. But in Kaitlan's town two women have been murdered,...

A murder and a cryptic message plunge a small resort community in the wilds of northern Idaho into a terrifying encounter with the supernatural. And the solution appears to be one that can't be true ... but must be.--from Publisher's description.

The whole thing couldn't have taken more than sixty seconds. Bailey hung on to the counter, dazed. If she let go, she'd collapse-and the twitching fingers of one of the gunmen would pull a trigger. The rest of her group huddled in frozen shock. Dear God, tell me this is a dream … The shooter's teeth clenched. "Anybody who moves is dead. " On a beautiful Saturday morning the nationally read "Scenes and Beans" bloggers gather at Java Joint for a special...