In a throwaway world, The Trashman is king.

A global, cinematic Hollywood thriller. Luxury neo-noir with a body count, and a twist of sharp, stylish social satire.

When ambitious young fashion designer Zoe arrives at a celebrity Malibu mansion to present her work, she finds her clients’ bodies instead—curated with the artistry, the cold precision of a “Collection”. In the chaos that follows, she meets Jez, a podcaster chasing his viral breakthrough. Attraction sparks among the horror.

Haute-Couture Macabre

As the Trashman goes global, each new Collection—Paris, Como, Milan—becomes more lethally elegant than the last. More high-profile victims. More taunts, more cryptic clues.

And Zoe keeps appearing near the scenes. Is she muse, victim, or accomplice?

With ICE raids inflaming a polarised America, and investigators from LA and Europol closing in across two continents, Jez faces an impossible choice: expose the woman he loves and make his name, or protect her and throw it all away?

Zoe’s own reckoning is no less brutal—can she build a career on looking the other way? 

Love In A Disposable Age

This visceral, atmospheric psychological thriller follows a digital trail from the hills of Bel Air and the Parisian clubs to the lakeside glamour of Como, the runways of Milan, the crime-tech intelligence hub of The Hague. It’s for readers who loved the world of The White Lotus, the sun-drenched menace of Ripley, and the poisoned glamour of House of Gucci.

A story about love, lust and success, and finding your true self in a society at war with itself, where everything, and everyone—right to the very top—seems disposable.

In a throwaway world, how disposable are you?