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Award-Winning Crime Writer Janet Roger

 Author of the Best Crime Thriller and Story Books



Shamus Dust
Beverly Hills Book Awards Winner
NIEA Finalist
First Horizon Finalist
Montaigne Medal Finalist

Shamus Dust is classic literary noir at its finest. A beautifully rendered and intriguing post-war mystery. 

BRUCE ROBERT COFFIN Bestselling author |Detective Byron Mysteries

Prose so smooth, so sweet, so swinging it will dance you straight back to the 1940s ... A wonderful, wonderful book. 

JAKE NEEDHAM Author |the Mean Streets Crime Novels

Roger can write like a dirty, noir dream that thrashes in the small hours ... with  enough action and drama to keep the blood pumping. A superb debut. 

CHRIS NICKSON Author |Creme de la Crime

Shamus Dust is a noir homage that reminds us the blackouts may have ended but the city’s darkness lingered on; it’s an evocative, haunting debut. 

CHRISTOPHER FOWLER Award-winning author Penguin Series Bryant & May

The reader feels the chill of a winter in London as the chill of murder and danger. The book gets my highest recommendation. 


From the Back Cover of Shamus Dust


Two candles flaring at a Christmas crib. A nurse who steps inside a church to light them. A gunshot emptied in a man’s head in the creaking stillness before dawn, that the nurse says she didn’t hear. It’s 1947 in the snowbound, war-scarred City of London, where Pandora’s Box just got opened in the ruins, City Police has a vice killing on its hands, and a spooked councilor hires a shamus to help spare his blushes. Like the Buddha says, everything is connected. So it all can be explained. But that’s a little cryptic when you happen to be the shamus, and you’re standing over a corpse.


Want to know more about bomb-scarred London in the early Cold War, click the 1942 image of St. Paul's 

Want to know more about bomb-scarred London in the early Cold War, click the 1942 image of St. Paul's 

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This is great - it's elegant and spare but still cloaks itself in a terrific atmosphere. I liked the backstreet whores and the tipster barbers; the gold-leaf dining rooms and the tenement bedrooms. For me, it rang of Chandler - a grey-skied, British Big Sleep. ATLANTIC BOOKS

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