"A Bullet for Cinderella" by John D. MacDonald is a thrilling crime novel that keeps readers on the edge of their seats. MacDonald's storytelling is masterful as he weaves a gripping narrative of suspense, intrigue, and unexpected twists. This book is a must-read for fans of crime fiction and those who appreciate well-crafted plots and complex characters. It delves into the darker aspects of human nature, making it a compelling and thought-provoking read.

"When I saw the motel sign ahead on the right I slowed down. It looked fairly new. I turned in. The parking area was paved with those round brown pebbles that crunch under the tires. I parked as close to the office as I could get and ran from the car into the office. A woman with the bright cold eyes and thin sharp movements of a water bird rented me a room far back from the highway sound. She said the place was just four miles from the Hillston city limits. Once I saw the room I decided that it would do. It would be a good place to stay while I did what had to be done in Hillston. I stretched out on the bed and wondered if I had been smart to use my right name on the motel register. But if I could find the money, there would be no one to say that I was the one who had taken it. And using my right name wouldn't make any difference at all."

Where Is Janice Gantry?, one of many classic novels from crime writer John D. MacDonald, the beloved author of Cape Fear and the Travis McGee series, is now available as an eBook. Sam Brice is the perfect rugged hero, even with a face battered by eleven seasons in football, almost three in pro. He’s involved with a young widow named Janice Gantry. But when she vanishes, Janice leaves behind a trail of blackmail, murder—and a man at war with his own sense of duty. Sam is too curious to steer clear of the mystifying disappearances off the Florida Keys . . . too stubborn to avoid making enemies with a cunning criminal and killer . . . and perhaps too enraged to do what he knows he must to save the one woman who matters: become as cold, impersonal, and deadly as an assassin. Features a new Introduction by Dean Koontz Praise for John D. MacDonald “The great entertainer of our age, and a mesmerizing storyteller.”—Stephen King “My favorite novelist of all time.”—Dean Koontz “To diggers a thousand years from now, the works of John D. MacDonald would be a treasure on the order of the tomb of Tutankhamen.”—Kurt Vonnegut “A master storyteller, a masterful suspense writer . . . John D. MacDonald is a shining example for all of us in the field. Talk about the best.”—Mary Higgins Clark

April Evil, one of many classic novels from crime writer John D. MacDonald, the beloved author of Cape Fear and the Travis McGee series, is now available as an eBook. Springtime in Florida. The vacation season is over. It’s a hot day . . . too hot for April. The sun beats relentlessly down on the sidewalks. Most of the tourists have gone back north, and the residents of Flamingo have the town pretty much to themselves. They can play golf on empty courses, relax on pristine beaches. Kids can play hide-and-seek in the tall grass around the vacant winter houses. The real estate men, the car salesmen, and the police can all relax. But at 11:30 this morning, a man and a woman in a dusty gray Buick with Illinois plates drive into town. And they’re about to hit like a hurricane. The evil days have begun. Features a new Introduction by Dean Koontz Praise for John D. MacDonald “The great entertainer of our age, and a mesmerizing storyteller.”—Stephen King “My favorite novelist of all time.”—Dean Koontz “To diggers a thousand years from now, the works of John D. MacDonald would be a treasure on the order of the tomb of Tutankhamen.”—Kurt Vonnegut “A master storyteller, a masterful suspense writer . . . John D. MacDonald is a shining example for all of us in the field. Talk about the best.”—Mary Higgins Clark

Clint Sewell knew there wasn't a wife within fifty miles who didn't have reason to murder Mary Olan - because there wasn't a husband around who didn't think the grass was greener in Mary Olan's bedroom. The latest occupant was Sewell's boss, Dodd Raymond - a man not above using Sewell to cover up his sins. And maybe not above letting Clint take the rap when the fabulous Mary is found dead in Sewell's bedroom closet with his belt around her neck.

When young Joe Boyle is paid to deliver a note reading "Cooley is dead. Now my fine fat louse, I'm going to spill your guts all over your own floor," and signed Vetter, he finds himself in the middle of a murderous rat race. Vetter is a mysterious killer believed to be a friend of Cooley, unknown otherwise except for the fact that he's responsible for the death of many hoodlums.

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CAME THE DARK.... They lay on their sides, facing each other. In the half-light of the cave he could see the sheen of her eyes, the slow curve of her waist. "So we wait," she said. "And we'll have to be very careful," he answered. "He likes the night. He even likes us right now, waiting for us to come out, to give him the pleasure of killing us. Killing ... that's really his only pleasure." She rolled onto her back. Her voice was soft. "We're going to make it," she said. "We've got the money, and we'll get the car and then there's Buenos Aires, Paris and...." They were quiet for a while until suddenly he heard her breath begin to quicken. She turned toward him and he pulled her close. There was time....

Her veneer was big city ... But one look and you knew that Toni Raselle's instincts were straight out of the river shack she came from. I watched her as she toyed with the man, laughing, her tumbled hair like raw blue-black silk, her brown shoulders bare. Eyes deep-set, a girl with a gypsy look. So this was the girl I had risked my life to find. This was the girl who was going to lead me to a buried fortune in stolen loot.