Sexton Darke is a detective with a kinky secret. He likes to be spanked by women. He visits Miss Strict and her assistant, Honey Von Trapp, to be spanked. Instead, they make him stand on their gallows in a dungeon with a noose around his neck, and say they have been paid, by a mystery woman, to hang him. He escapes, but is falsely accused of murder and rape and he has to ‘go on the run’ and try to unmask the mystery woman who wants him dead. Enjoy sadism, masochism, bondage, submission, nooseplay, humour and romance in this BDSM crime novel.
The place is New York City's Greenwich Village. The corpse is found holding 11 pink roses. The suspects are as strange as the crime. And the detective just happens to be a country singer named Kinky Friedman in his wild, witty, and wisecracking debut novel.
This collection of three stories includes A Case of Lone Star, Greenwich Killing Time, and When the Cat's Away. All of the stories feature the same wise-cracking, cigar-smoking, cat-loving reluctant hero-detective and are based in New York.
Kinky Friedman is a Jewish Texan country-and-western singer tunred Greenwich Village amateur detective, with a collection of smelly cigars, a cat, and two former—but simultaneous—girlfriends named Judy. Shortly after the possibly suspicious death of one of his closest friends, Kinky finds himself short one Judy, as Uptown Judy vanishes under mysterious circumstances. Before long, the death and the disappearance seem to be connected, along with Elvis impersonators, a missing documentary film, and a five-year-old mob murder. It’ll take the Kinkster, with an assist from the Village Irregulars and Downtown Judy, to wrap this case like a New York Tex-Mex, decidedly nonkosher burrito. “Kinky is a hip hybrid of Groucho Marx and Sam Spade.”—Chicago Tribune
Friedman, private dick extraordinaire and peerless animal lover, is back again, juggling two cases as he attempts to find both an 11-year-old autistic boy and a three-legged cat named Lucky.
A story featuring the foul-mouthed Kinky Friedman, ace private eye. Little old ladies are dropping dead at an alarming rate in the vicinity of the family's ranch/summer camp in Texas, and Kinky is asked to investigate. A faded photograph of ten pretty girls is just the clue he needs.
This is a fun, fast-paced private-detective novel with strong and interesting characters. Ethan Booker, a Vancouver based billionaire-cum-detective, isn't shy to use his wealth to help people when the legal system can't or won't. His reconnection with an old flame, Marcy, creates waves in his high performing team, particularly since she is a police detective and Ethan's team does not always follow the law. In this first book in the series, an assassin targeting Marcy pulls The Booker Detective Agency into a fight with an international crime ring. A unique cast of characters forms a formidable bond while they jet and boat around the world to take down the criminals
Exotic locals, naked women, and smelly cigars combine for adventure, thrills and side splitting laughs in the latest caper from New York's favorite private eye: Kinky Friedman. The Kinkster is up to his trademark antics as he and his cohorts search for their missing friend McGovern, who fled to the scenic Hawaiian Islands to work on a book.
Alfred Hitchcock's classic film Rear Window gets an affectionate kick in the butt in this homage from master crime writer, philosopher, and equal-opportunity offender Kinky Friedman. It's a case of malaria versus murder when private dick extraordinaire Kinky Friedman comes down with a tropical disease, in the jungle known as New York City, and is confined to his loft on Vandam Street in lower Manhattan, a prisoner in his own home with only his cat and black puppet head as company (neither of whom are great conversationalists). With little to do but stare out the window in between bedridden bouts of fever and hallucinations, Kinky calls on assistance from the stalwart Village Irregulars, who proceed to dish out their own uniquely skewed brand of tea and sympathy, turning the loft into a virtual Mardi Gras of confusion and drunken debauchery. Suffering almost as much from company overload as from his fever, Kinky welcomes a rare moment of calm as he finds himself once again alone in his loft. Resuming his position at the kitchen window, he spots a pretty young woman in an apartment across the street. What he hopes might be titillating turns terrifying, however, as a man joins the woman and proceeds to attack her. Sure that he's witnessed a crime, Kinky calls in the cops, but, upon investigating his claim, they can find neither a victim nor an apartment across the street. In addition, no one else saw or heard anything that would ndicate a crime had taken place. Was it foul play or merely a fevered dream? Convinced that their friend is about to slip off into the land of eternal slumber, the Village Irregulars increase their vigilance and in the process raise the Kinkster's irritability level to an all-time high. Not to be deterred, however, Kinky sticks to his story and is rewarded when a few days later he sees the man in the apartment again, but this time with a gun. Outrageous, audacious, and ingeniously crafted, The Prisoner of Vandam Street is vintage Kinky: irreverent, clever, and full of the hardened philosophy and mordant wit that has earned him a vast and devoted readership. But what more would you expect from the writer The New York Times has called "The world's funniest, bawdiest, and most politically incorrect country music singer turned mystery writer"?
A moggy is stolen from a pet show, and when Kinky is persuaded to search for it, he happens across a dead body and a murderer with a strange sense of humour.
