The Murder Club

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She walked through the cabin, across the gleaming hardwood floor, past the beautiful fireplace and luxury kitchen. The view overlooking...

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About the Author
About the Author

Sam Baron is the pen name of a Mumbai-born Indian now living in California. A lifelong thriller superfan, Sam set out to write a series that delivers the kind of unputdownable, page-turning entertainment that he himself enjoys reading. With Susan Parker, he created a character that mirrors Sam's own identity as a minority, neurodiverse, mixed-race Indian. Sam loves writing almost as much as he loves his family, and is already at work on the fourth, fifth, sixth Susan Parker thrillers as well as other books. Sam lives in a quiet suburb in a house filled with family, dogs, cats, books, laughter and love.

Books by Sam Baron
THE THERAPY ROOM February 23, 2024
THE MURDER CLUB April 22, 2024
THE SAFE HOUSE August 19, 2024
THE AMBASSADOR'S DAUGHTER is an unconnected standalone psychological thriller

And plenty more coming very soon!

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The Murder Club

FBI Agent Susan Parker Series

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She walked through the cabin, across the gleaming hardwood floor, past the beautiful fireplace and luxury kitchen. The view overlooking the lake was breathtaking until she stepped outside and saw the lifeless body in the chair – a silk scarf wrapped tightly around his throat, his gray eyes wide open.

FBI Agent Susan Parker’s fun...

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The Therapy Room

FBI Agent Susan Parker Series

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It’s a typical farmhouse kitchen. A large table fills the space, and in one of the chairs is the lifeless body of Doctor Magnusson. Under his feet and the dusty wooden floorboards lies the basement – and twelve therapy rooms. Behind each locked door, the victims are about to be rescued…

When a world-renowned psychiatrist is found dead...

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The Safe House (cover coming soon)

FBI Agent Susan Parker Series

Coming August 19

I stare down at the sunken patch of earth with awful dread. Caring hands take hold of the little girl, lifting her out of the dirt and debris, cradling her gently. A woman old enough to be her abuelita, one fist clutching a rosary, closes the child’s eyes. Her tears wash runnels through the caked mud on her granddaughter’s face...

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