“Their encounter had formed a strange chemical bond. Mitch, a hardened ruffian, had opened up the prison of his soul to her. And Kika, who led a bitterly puritanical existence, had started to make love to him on her sofa.” LoveRomancePassionFictionCrimeDramaNoirMystery SuspenseIrish Book:Ruthless Shadow Source: Ruthless Shadow
“His deadpan expression turned bitter with a curl of his lip. “Save your sermon for some other sap. Nobody shares money—not even dead people. Why do you think they invented wills and trust funds?” FictionMysteryCrimeDramaNoirIrish1940s Book:Ruthless Shadow Source: Ruthless Shadow
“No more lip from you. Otherwise there might be a misunderstanding.” Kika eyed the door. She considered making an escape. “Oh…I forgot to mention something. It’s terribly stormy outside tonight,” said Mitch, with an ominously sweet smile. “It’s raining bullets.” RomanceFictionCrimeThrillerNoir FictionIrish Book:Ruthless Shadow Source: Ruthless Shadow