“Apparently an adept at the noir genre somehow created the literary version of The Warriors. I have never savored so many seeds in a ‘seedy underbelly,’ and when Hart finishes his next book, I am buying it instantly.”
—Lyndsay Faye, author of The Gods of Gotham
“The New York of New Yorked is a place of heartbreak and murder that I highly recommend you visit.”
—Josh Bazell, author of Beat the Reaper
“One part Dennis Lehane, one part Lee Child, and one part pure Rob Hart, New Yorked is a dark, gritty love story to its eponymous city, and to one lost girl, which blends both mystery and romance while turning the two genres into something altogether new.”
—Jenny Milchman, author of Cover of Snow and Ruin Falls
“In Rob Hart’s urban picaresque, New York is a verb, and the chase is on. You won’t be able to turn the pages fast enough. Add an epic love story to the mix and an insider’s cunning wit, and you’ll be panting breathlessly, waiting for whatever Hart cooks up next.”
—Suzy Vitello, author of The Moment Before and The Empress Chronicles
“Clever, witty, full of attitude—but never full of itself—Rob Hart’s debut novel doesn’t waste a syllable kick-starting its story then letting it rip off into the darker corners of the greatest metropolitan fever dream on earth.”
—David Corbett, author of The Devil’s Redhead and Blood of Paradise
“With a deft eye for the dirt under its polished fingernails, Rob Hart finds the rotten core inside today’s Big Apple—a city that many people think is too clean, too safe to be home for any modern crime fiction. In New Yorked, Hart proves them wrong in spectacular fashion, giving a debut that echoes Richard Price at his best.”
—Todd Robinson, author of The Hard Bounce and editor of Thuglit
“New Yorked, Rob Hart’s debut novel, brings New York to life with the skill of a seasoned author in full possession of his craft; the voice raw, the prose stripped down, and a story that hits you like a sucker punch to the guts before you turn the first page.”
—Matthew McBride, author of Frank Sinatra in a Blender and A Swollen Red Sun