Read more
Zusatztext Praise for The Bitter Season “A masterful tale of two colliding cases that become one tightly coiled plot! The Bitter Season is Tami Hoag at her down and dirty best. Authentic! dark! and intense! this is a portrait of flawed characters on both sides of the law that will surprise you and make you laugh as you double-lock your doors.”— New York Times bestselling author Tess Gerritsen “Tami Hoag is simply one of the best. And The Bitter Season —engrossing! atmospheric! and taut with suspense—is the work of a writer at the top her game. A chilling psychological thriller!”— New York Times bestselling author Lisa Unger “Tami Hoag gives us a female detective who's sharp-witted and gutsy as she deftly weaves two cases together for one heart-stopping finale. I couldn't put it down.”— New York Times bestselling author Carol Goodman “This tense psychological thriller shows Hoag at the top of her game.”— Kirkus Reviews “Hoag has a gift for creating dynamic suspense! three-dimensional characters! and sharp dialogue. Newcomers and fans alike will find this fast-moving police procedural intensely satisfying.”— Publishers Weekly “This is a dark!gritty thriller....A real page-turner that is sure to please her legion of fans.” —Booklist “Hoag's genius as a writer is evident from the start.... The Bitter Season is all you expect in a Tami Hoag novel and more. It is a bestseller for all the right reasons.”—The Huffington Post “Riveting! enthralling! suspenseful! and fast-paced.”— Manhattan Book Review Informationen zum Autor TAMI HOAG is the #1 international bestselling author of more than thirty books. There are more than forty million copies of her books in print in more than thirty languages. Renowned for combining thrilling plots with character-driven suspense! Hoag first hit the New York Times bestseller list with Night Sins ! and each of her books since has been a bestseller. She lives in California. 1 November Minneapolis, MN Twenty-five years ago Ted Duffy loved to swing the axe. He loved the motion—pulling back, stretching his body taut like a crossbow then releasing the power in his muscles. He probably put more into it than was necessary to get the job done. He didn’t care. This was his workout, his therapy, his outlet for the toxic emotions that built up inside him all week. Swing, crack! Swing, crack! There was a rhythm to it he found soothing, and a violence he found satisfying. Day in and day out he dealt with people he would sooner have sent to hell: the dregs of society, sickos and perverts. The things he’d seen would make the average citizen vomit and give them nightmares. He lived in a horror story, fighting a losing battle with no end in sight. He’d been working Sex Crimes for seven years now. His initial efforts to remain detached from the grime of it had gradually worn him out. His plan to do a brief turn in the unit then use it as a springboard to a more prestigious position in another department had eventually crumbled and collapsed in on itself. Turned out he was damned good at the job that sucked him into the filthy gutter of human depravity. And the longer he did it, the better he became. And the better he became, the harder it was to escape. The harder it was to escape, the bigger the stain on the very fabric of his soul. The deeper the stain soaked in, the greater his understanding of the minds of the predators he hunted. The greater his understanding, the more his idealistic self chipped away, the more the filth soaked into him until the only thing he recognized of his original self was the face in the mirror every morning—and even that was eroding. He had always been a good-looking guy, with chiseled features and s...
